At least that is what I believe it to be. The flower is a Japanese anemone.
This morning I think to myself that conversation is something to be treasured. There isn't enough of it and there ought to be more of it. To define conversation is difficult without becoming sententious. But something which the Victorian poet William Johnson Cory said when speaking of education strikes me as relevant also to conversation. He referred to "the art of entering quickly into another person's thoughts", to "the art of indicating assent or dissent in graduated terms" and "the habit of working out what is possible in a given time, for taste, for discrimination, for mental courage and for mental soberness."
While cutting courgettes (zuchini) I find myself deceived on two scores. First when I think I see one in the shade of the big leaves and find that I am in fact looking at a stem of one of the leaves; and second when I miss a courgette altogether because it looks so much like a stem.