Night-Blooming Cerebus

This big, spent bloom appeared out of nowhere; the plant seems to produce a bloom every three years or so.
I had lunch with two old friends yesterday at The Tin Shed; we go back to the early 80’s when I moved up to Portland. I didn’t know anyone here, other than family, so I joined a support group and met many like-minded women. It was so much fun to dredge up memories and find that our affections have held strong. Here we are in the Extra, smiles, wrinkles, and all.