Hollyhocks, live and dead.
The wall faces a pass-through from Beach Grove, Tsawwassen to Boundary Bay beach. What little landscaping there is has been swallowed up by weeds and grasses. But a few flowers soldier bravely on.
Unidentified, so far. (Acanthus. Thanks, Earl Cootie!)
This plant looks familiar, but I can't put a name to it. The flowers bloomed along a tall stem, like foxgloves. Now each dried flower holds a seed pod about the size and shape of an acorn, but with the texture and colour of a horse chestnut. I brought two home as an aid to identification, and left them on the kitchen table while I busied myself with supper preparation. I was alone, so I was startled to hear a loud click behind me. One of the seed pods had popped itself open and thrown a seed halfway across the room.
The seed was the same glossy brown, but otherwise like a misshapen, hard, dried pea. A couple of hours later, the second pod went. Pop! and the seed ended up in the living room.
The leaves are long, with many irregular, alternate, sharp lobes.
Back to the purples:
All the remaining hollyhocks were in deep reds and royal purples.
Crayola colours; Cerise to Amethyst to Grape.*
Grove snail with distant purple wall.
*For Clytie; there's a purple heart here.