My garden has five petunias, each for each of my five fingers. Each petunia has five petals securely enclosed in five sepals. The petunia stems, slender and feminine, erotically spread out their limbs as they bend down limply and draw attention to five stamens that overzealously grow keen to feed the one delicate pistil, like in a polyandrous marriage. My five plants have five colours that every woman’s five wardrobes have… red, blue, pink, white and purple. The purple has five colour variations, lavender, lilac, violet, mauve and plum. The five shades stimulate the five senses The petals feel silky to the caress… Their bright-coloured scrumptious appearance is appetite-whetting, like garnish to the salivating master chef’s tongue. The funnel shape of leaves rustling with rhythm in the howling wind exudes to the mind’s armpit, a perfumed savoury scent which I inhale as I close my eyes to be one with nature.