Ah, passiflora, I know you well. And love you. I have missed you for a few years, I haven't seen or thought about you. I used to walk by that house down the street, where you grew on the fence, and I would see your blooms every spring. Each and every time I would marvel at your complexity. And here we are again, suddenly you are back into my mind. Perhaps it's time for me to plant a vine of my own...