See, for me this is hibiscus. Both hibiscus rosa-sinensis and hibiscus syriacus:
The former is the tropical hibiscus, common in images of tropical paradises and California gardens. It symbolizes femininity and beauty. I remember having one in my hair when I hula danced as a child and the garden in my childhood home in San Diego, California, was bursting with blooms. When my parents divorced and passed me from house to house, my father would paint me birthday cards with hibiscus flowers on them.
The latter is the common hibiscus, found in Eurasia, even in the mountains. It symbolizes strength and immortality. A ray of light capable of withstanding the cold. I didn't know there was a difference between the two (in fact, I thought the tropical was the template). I was only a child then, I had not yet discovered my own strength. I had not yet become resilient to the insatiable wind.
By the time I discovered the common hibiscus, also known as the Althea, I had just started highschool and was visiting my dad in France. A large bush of purple flowers growing outside of the house. They were symmetrical and full and home to gentle bees. I remember the stigma leaning out of its petals, beckoning, like the finger of a child reminding me of those days when I believed in an unbroken home, unbroken love, sun-soaked everything.