I am a week early for Bloom Day, but I have other plans for next Friday’s post. Today I am putting December’s memories of foreign exotic commonorgarden flowers on the blog. November was the rose’s month of glory, but today the next buds are unfurling in waves. Yesterday was overcast and it almost rained, about half a millimetre. Kind weather for the rose petals – which are not doing their usual – It’s summer! If you don’t pick us and bring us in out of the sun, we’ll just shrizzle up to toasted hasbeens!!
|Tropical Sunset at Paradise and Roses|
(the camera always lies, but I love this view of our garden!)
Whenever we go to Cape Town to see my mother and have lunch with the family, I harvest what I can. What is neither full-blown and about to shed petals, nor so tightly furled that once picked, the bud will never open. This Tropical Sunset was just right.
They have been fed their December portion of certified organic from Talborne (which we pay for in full, NOT sponsored!). But the summer’s beginning heat means that the flowers of Sheila’s Perfume are not quite as full and lush as the last round.
|Burning Sky against Canadian Prunus nigra|
Burning Sky seems to be happy to make another full house with bunches of buds coming thru on each stalk.
Dainty Bess with her five fragile single petals, has the spirit of the wild dog rose (NOT wild here). Each flower only survives one day of sun and afternoon breeze.
|Helpkids, Chaim Soutine, Dainty Bess|
Pearl of Bedfordview
Great North, Courvoisier
Helpkids has just the one dark flower. Chaim Soutine has been rescued from the embrace of Melianthus. The tall flower stalks had gone to seed, so I pretended I was Jack Frost and cut back hard. Time and space for someone else to shine now. Dainty Bess and Pearl of Bedfordview butterfly across their bushes. Courvoisier massed with flowers. Great North is trying hard this year. She has flowers, but she is still dwarfed by the blue sage. Paradise and Roses.
|Dusty Miller flower|
My signature plant Dusty Miller has flowers that leave me feeling ambiguous. A soft fluffy mauve gentle version of a Scottish thistle. Rather a lovely flower if you take time to look at it. For the vase too. But, the flower stalks SOAR UP and flop over. Morning after the night beforeish. Most of them get harvested. Ideally I should take cuttings and start again every three years.
When we see starlings investigating the fig trees, then it is time to nip out quick and see if any figs are yallery green and soft enough for us to eat. If you blink, you miss it, and the birds are in heaven in our wildlife garden.
Pictures and words by Diana of Elephant's Eye
- wildlife gardening in Porterville, near Cape Town in South Africa
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