Welcome to the first Blooming Friday post of August! This week the late summer bloomer, the Crepe Ginger, has just started blooming.
The plant is named so because of the crepe-like appearance of the blooms. The cone-shaped bracts are maroon, and set against this shade and the dark green of the leaves, the white blooms with the yellow centre look striking!
Although the blooms look delicate, they're waxy in texture. Crepe Ginger/Costus speciosus can grow upto 10 feet. Native to the Malay peninsula, it has naturalized in many tropical areas of the world. In our region it grows wild in the jungles. Malay Ginger, Spiral Ginger and Spiral Flag are the other names that the plant is also known by.
The plant is generally pest-free and is maintenance-free. Although it needs a well-drained soil, it seems to be happy on my clayey soil!
This is the second year that the plant is blooming in my yard. The rhizome must've come with nursery soil. When I saw the wild- looking leaves, I pulled them out but the roots, rhizome rather, had already gone deep into the ground. Little did I know then, that one day I would find the blooms so fascinating.
Costaceae are the only gingers that can be propagated from stem cuttings. In India and south-east Asia, parts of the plant are used in traditional medicine in the treatment of various ailments.
The blooms attract a lot of bees. I hope to be able to photograph them....For now it's only the ants on the white blooms.
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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