What with retirement and general pandemic precautions, I've lapsed into being a photographer much less of people, and much more of the natural world around me. Tending to my garden, so to speak.

But I tend too to some serious anthropomorphism in looking at bugs and plants.

Thus I feel a kind of prurient interest in the apparatus of simple flowers, like this hosta. Until I looked closely at its flowers, I never thought much of the hosta as a garden plant. But it's clearly trying hard to, uhh, get it on, isn't it?

And it's very pretty.