Flower power

A quiet morning sorting out more  old school books, college notes,  and other "treasures" which had been put in the loft many years ago, and forgotten about until now. Then I watched the Men's singles final at Wimbledon, where the vigour of  youth  triumphed over experience, with  Carlos Alcaraz trouncing  Novak Djokovic in three sets.
This evening, I perused my old Latin exercise  books, marvelling that the  Romans ever spoke this language with its strange sentence construction and complex rules of Grammar, and also wondering how on earth I ever managed to gain an o level in  the  subject!
I also tried to tidy up my collection of Kohleria and Achimenes plants, but they didn't  want to be tidied up, so here are a few in a flowery melange