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Wild pink what

It’s NAME THIS FLOWER CONTEST time again. I know you’ve been biting your nails and pulling out your gray hair in all your spare time, just waiting for this moment to arrive on your computer screen.

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So please, don’t be shy. Be brave. Venture a guess. And remember, these are flowers that I come across in my bayou travels and they are, unless otherwise noted, wild. I did not crop this photo so you could see the leaves. That might help you identify it.

I am looking for one of several common names of this flower. And I would like you to name the “family” to which it is related. One guess per person, and if more than one guesses correctly, I’ll just might have to put the names in a hat and draw the winner!

You have until, let’s say, Friday evening around 8 Central time. The winner gets to pick something from Bayou Woman’s Junk Room (is junk room two words or one?), or you may choose a little bag of local pecans, or you may have a packet of Scarlet Sage seeds from my plants. Don’t you just love pass-along-seeds?

Ok, get those wheels spinning. I want to see smoke and smell burnt rubber here pretty quick!

Good luck!

BW

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7 Comments

  1. It looks like a plant I have in my yard (which could count as swamp after a good rain) that we call a wild azalea. My hummers love the flowers.

    BTW, junk room is two words.

  2. Here goes my first guess in one of your contests. I think it is a swamp rose mallow (Hibiscus moscheutus) of the family Malvaceae. not sure what family its related to unless its hibiscus.