Instead of our regular scheduled salute to the crazy awesome cool plants of Malawi, I'm showing you this dude. He was hanging out in our back yard the other evening while we washed the dog, throwing us scornful looks. He can scorn us and our dog all he wants as long as he keeps hanging out with us. If this post were about flowers it would be about how Malawi is the most delicious smelling place I've ever been - unless you're in a grocery store, walking downtown or anywhere near a hospital. Our backyard smells like a honeysuckle gala every night after dusk until about 9pm. Except...it's not honeysuckle. I have no idea what flower it is but it smells like paradise.
Maybe some of you could take a crack at identifying it in the next post?
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