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The brown, oval, spiky seed heads of the teasel are a familiar sight in all kinds of habitats, from grassland to waste ground. They are visited by goldfinches and other birds, so make good garden plants. (from wildlifetrusts.org)
These were photographed at Westport lake yesterday.
I realised I’d taken a photo of the top of the tree too. It’s quite tall. A nice canopy, not spreading too far out, so beautiful and delicate.
As I say, I feel like ordering one. The neighbours might not appreciate it! It can go with the small Eucalyptus tree we have in the centre of the garden? I’ll see.
We have a lemon tree from the supermarket and after six months the lemon has grown and is turning yellow. There are a few more small lemons on the plant so once we pick this one they may start growing. It’s propped on the lip of the pot so it can catch the sun and get warmed by the radiator when it’s on.
The plant had to be potted on because it was root bound and it has grown really well with glossy green leaves. I like the texture of the lemon and leaves in my photo which I took from below to get a better view and catch the blue sky and dream catcher in the background.
Plant in a teapot, on an old flaky paint windowledge in the restroom at Spode studios. The plant looks like it’s trying to escape, and is exploding like a firework from the pot. I like the crinkly window glass behind it, it looks so old, with rust building up on the metal window frames.
Shapes on the cat tree and next to it. Suddenly becoming more interesting with the silhouettes and pale flowers outside. Almost like a solarized photo. I like the way some of the shapes have a darkened edge ariubd them. Quite abstract.
On a windowsill in Spode. The plant fits in with the background of a metal window frame and frosted glass. The buildings outside are hidden from view. The old teapot adds to the ancient feel of the image. It just needs a spiders web to make it really spooky.
The bracts are developing to a purple blue. Such a lovely plant. It’s sitting in the yard but I think we will move it towards the house so it gets more light. I remember my grandmother having a hydrangea but hers was pink. I painted a portrait of her in front of it years ago. It grew in a big pot under the living room window. Just seeing this brings back memories of a strong and forthright woman. She knew what she thought and what she wanted.
Little buds into purple flowers or bracts. The flowers on our new hydrangea are coming out. They were a surprise. Hydrangea usually have blue or pink flowers depending on the acidity or alkalinity of the soil. I’ve heard of people putting copper nails in the soil with them to change their colour. I don’t know if it works as its probaby a old wives tale? A good garden plant and can grow into a small shrub.
A wizard figurine hides behind our money plant upstairs. If he was originally a real wizard something has minaturised him and turned him into resin! Anyway if he’s casting a spell he’s not being very successful!
I do have lots of weird ornaments, but this one, and another of a roman soldier on a downstairs windowsill are both my hubbys choice. They go along with all the trains, tractors, and model cars. I guess we are really just hoarders at heart….
It’s still growing, she shouted…
He stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up.
Oh, it’s pushed the top off the jar!
She ran down the stairs….
What have you been feeding it? She asked him.
Just nutrients, he said.
As he spoke, the stems pulsed and coiled. Pink and red cells seemed to glow. Each second the plant or creature was getting larger. Then like a coiled spring toy, a slinky, it tumbled down the stairs…
Run she said. As trailing vines skittered across the floor… But he was rooted to the spot, a tendril found his ankle.
She ran and slammed the door behind her….
Mallaband-Brown