I just love them, their colour, brilliance, shape, papery petals. Colourful flowers that are imbued with sorrow because they were used to commemorate wars. They sprang up in the fields of flanders after the battles there. And yet to me they don’t signify fighting or fears, but memories of summers long gone, my favourite colour and how tiny seeds can create such magnificent flowers.
When you see this leaf shape with beads of water on it you can pretty much identify it as a perennial plant, ladies mantel. I think the name is based on the fact that the edge of it looks like an old fashioned ladies collar. It’s used as a border plant because of its unusual shape and bright green colour. One of the plants at the Dorothy Clive Garden.
Like a firework
You spark the garden
In a green universe
You are galaxies
Full of passion
Frilled and stellar
Surviving the coldull
Full faced like the sun
Blooming with mystery
Small neat leaves
Found on a wall
Leaves like scales
On an aligators belly
Strong and tough
Slightly withered, but seen on my walk today. These daisy type flowers brightened my day. They are in the top of a wall and sheltered slightly under a bush.
I should have collected some of the seeds. I think it’s an Osteospermum, a plant from South Africa, partly because of the leaf shape? They look bigger than Asters? The colours are lovely with their deep yellow centres. If you know what they are please let me know?
Hyacinths bulbs growing in the kitchen. I’d like to say I had grown them myself, starting them off in a cool dark place. But no, they came from a local supermarket that sells plants. Sometimes the plants from there are a bit dried out, or even diseased, but these are flowering nicely. A gift from my hubby.
The pink colour is good against the white snow and evergreen trees in the garden and the mixture of houseplants on the windowledge surrounding them. I’d love to comment on the scent but I lost my sense of smell in an accident years ago, so I can only pick up a faint aroma….. Still, they do look lovely.
I love the way they defy rain, it looks like the water droplets are being resisted by oil. And yet the leaves are not oily. The flowers (now long gone) and the seedpods are edible, I know. Not sure about the leaves. If you eat a ripe flower it tastes something like orange and pepper mixed. Beautiful as a decoration for salads or floated in a summer punch.
Why can’t summer stay all year round? I guess because sometimes you need the wind and the snow to let you know you are still alive and not just dreaming. Halcion days, something like that, does halcion mean kingfisher ( I have a vague memory).
Im sitting here typing in my front bedroom in a teeshirt, jumper, trousers and thick dressing gown and still shivering. Trying to save on gas and electricity. Not too cold in the rest of the house, but up here it doesn’t warm up easily. Anyway, I will dream of a nasturtium flower floating in a gin and tonic with ice… Nice!
The morning glory plants I nurtured in the summer have died back, their tendrils are collapsing. It took ages to get them to germinate, even in the heat of summer and I only saw one fully open flower. As the temperature cooled the flowers wilted, didn’t continue to grow. It was sad, but I think I will get some more seeds next year, possibly a different type, I would like to grow sky blue ones, not purple and pink which these were.
I jazzed up the photo in photodirector. Makes it more interesting.