My contribution to Gail at Clay and Limestone's Wildflower Wednesdays aim around the 25th, since I wrote my first one for Christmas Day. The garden is blooming in considered and thoughtful blues. A wash of blue sage. A scattered carpet of Plectranthus spurs. Drifts of blue and white Plumbago. Sparked by pelargoniums in pure white, gentle pinks and salmon sprinkled with gold dust where the sun catches it.
After our engineer friend reset my camera, instead of it whining at me – What do you want me to look at? I have sharp pictures of blue flowers. Plectranthus neochilus smells funky, and blooms at ankle height causing its details to be missed.
The blue sage still carries the starring role at Paradise and Roses, but the roses are coming forward and edging it aside.
I’m frequently surprised by our lizards. They dash forward for a drink when I water the roses. Um it’s GREY water! And they climb up thru the shrubs to leap after their dinner. This one glared at me – I was about to eat that for lunch!
|Mediterranean Sun Circle|
It was too hot for our Frankfurters to lie in the sun, but the umbrella says Summer is Here. I had cut back the neglected grass along the path.
|Strelitzia Mandela's Gold|
Mandela’s Gold Strelitzia is putting the Paradise in Paradise and Roses.
My pelargoniums are all species. No icky OTT horticultural hybrid horrors. The fresh white seems to be continually in bloom. I’m encouraging the salmon to spread, vivid colour in a quiet turning to autumn garden.
At a glance, what the human eye sees first is blue Plumbago. But the camera is singularly not impressed.
I haven’t quite got that trick of getting roses to bloom on command. Now the house guests are a few days into their journey home, now, I can pick a bowl of fragrant roses!
Pictures by Diana (and Jurg)
words by Diana of Elephant's Eye
- wildlife gardening in Porterville, near Cape Town in South Africa
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