Purple perched on a window sill

Walking home from the city, something purple caught my eye on a rustic window-sill. This marvellous cabbage plant - I'm not sure of it's name, but does that really matter? For 'What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet' (Romeo & Juliet, Shakespeare). I could ramble about cladistics or labels more generally, and the magnitude of a world revealed to us when we are open to observe it. Instead, simply admire this great plant.