It occurred to me that it was high time I learn the names of more flowers and plants than the scant handful I have at the ready. I thought it wise to utilize existing resources in the pursuit of knowledge: my mother.
My mother is no master gardener, but she knows a plant or two. When Lentil and I go walking, I take a photo of a plant and email it to her. Sometimes it is for confirmation, sometimes for an answer.
This purple beauty can be found all over the East Bay. The blooms are trumpet-shaped, fanning out at the opening like some old Victrola amplifier. My mother thinks it is a morning glory.