It's the 15th of the month and March means a profusion of blooms. My welcome-patch is still full of colour though the phlox in three shades of pinks, and white, is beginning to look a wee bit weary. The green/black swallowtail, a Tailed Jay, is a recent visitor and can often be seen on this bed. Below, are some of the flowers I have blooming now.
Doesn't these speak of sunny, sunny days?! The brightest of all the portulacas that I have now.
A little less spectacular is this peachy variety--Wingpod Purslane--in a basket which I've hung on a guava tree.
More baskets of the yellows here.
The fragrant blooms of Ashoka/Saraca indica. Now a favourite haunt for big, fat bees and swallowtails.
Yellow hibiscus with a tinge of red on the throat.
A March staple in my garden is this Walking Iris.
A small patch has verbena in four colours. Every morning, there's a brown skipper here, or in the vicinity.
Even though this does not qualify under 'blooms', I'm including it. I stopped in my tracks at this sight! The Elephant's Ears bore fruit for the first time!
I've posted photos of my yellow canna earler. But since they're blooming again now, I'm including them.
Another first for me--with gazanias. I'd never grown them before. The blooms need strong sunlight to open up. Several small bees frequent these pretty blooms before they close again in the afternoon.
A little magpie-robin stops by my water container. Late in the afternoon, they come, mostly in twos. A quick splash and they're ready to fly home to roost.
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Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau