Small neat leaves
Spores underneath
Found on a wall
Old stone
Leaves like scales
On an aligators belly
Strong and tough
You survive
Winter
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Small neat leaves
Spores underneath
Found on a wall
Old stone
Leaves like scales
On an aligators belly
Strong and tough
You survive
Winter
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!
Symmetry genus
Mirrored leaves?
Species unknown
Alien seed?
Jumbled foliage
Seeing faces.
Hidden pattern
Pareilodia blues…
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.
Gone now
Daisy flower
Held your head up high
Crumpled petals
Magenta and pink
Feeder of bees
Seed head of spikes
Like an ancient mace.
You are annual
You only flower once
Farewell…
Old Rose
Full of blush
Pink and plump
Last week
Petals falling
Heart exposed
This week.
How long
Will your ballerina tutu last?
Like merangue
Soft and fluffy
Light as air
Raindrops dropping
As petals drop below.
On my walk yesterday I saw two lots of snapdragon still flowering the and some pale pink ones next to them. These are summer flowers, usually gone by now. Thus was up a high hill, at the side of the pavement next to the road. Impressive survival skills.
My hanging baskets are still surviving and if they haven’t flopped after the cold tonight I will take some more photos of them. They can’t last much longer. Soon the leaves will be gone and the flowers will be dead. Let’s hope they last a while longer.
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Seeing the garden in October, looking at the flowers, seeing the leaf shapes. Enjoyment, colours, shapes. Pattern, design, life, waiting for them to wilt, fade, droop. Waiting for their end of days. Taking photos, keeping a record, remembering beauty. Time to grow, time to leave. Time to fall, time to die. Wind chimes and wind sculptures, wild and colourful. Hanging in baskets, pots and fences. Cram packed with joy.