It's like how scantily clad teenage girls are not scantily clad for the rapey pleasure of the strangers and old-farts driving by.
But even though I'm not the species the plants are aiming to woo, I believe I'm entitled to enjoy their blooms -- as long as I don't interfere with them.
No cutting their heads off, for instance. No dragging them inside to lie in-state in a vase.
Surely it doesn't offend them if I just take note of their loveliness and admire their perseverance in the face of our awful drought.
Their success all the more impressive considering my grand-dog's determined dedication to deforestation.
So, whether or not it is my place to do so, I hereby share the current (quiet) botanical triumphs occurring in my back yard -- for your ogling enjoyment.