Plant Sex: 9 Pictures from Summer at Wave Hill
Plants: our friends? Our enemies? Uncaring monsters who are only interested in screwing everything in sight? Oh wow definitely the latter. Wave Hill (a "public" garden, which means "only eight bucks!") is the pervertedest, sexiest, pollen-iest place in New York City (249th St., hello!). Up there, overlooking the Hudson, you can watch the foreign flora, from near and from really far, basically get on top of the other flora and hump it until it bleeds sap. All over. Actually very sexy and fun to be around!
My backyard is starting to resemble Wave Hill thanks to my upstairs neighbor who works there as a gardener. I don't pride myself for my ability to appreciate nature, but I am impressed by the girth on that phallic cactus!
It's all fun and games until one of those things escapes into the wild.
Triffids!!!
When visiting the Botanic Gardens in DC, my sister and I often point out which "plants" are not actually plants, but in fact cleverly disguised muppets pretending to be orchids, cacti, etc. For these photos, my money's on that last one.