High Temperature: 82F
Yesterday on our walk I picked two passionflower fruits - the first we'd seen that had fully-ripened. (I think they usually get eaten before I can get to them.) We gently broke open one and I expected to see (for some reason) a fleshy pink interior dotted with seeds. Something like watermelon. Instead, it was just...seeds. Packed tightly into the ping pong-sized rind and bound by a tough, gauze-like membrane, the seeds were cream-colored and about the circumference of a pencil eraser.
I'm drying the seeds to see if I can germinate them in the spring. If so, I'll plant the seedlings where the sweet autumn clematis were. These plants are tough, will climb, and have the strangest, other worldly flowers. With luck they hold no appeal for blister beetles.