Welcome!! It's time to display our blooms again! I found this red and black dragonfly and I thought it'd make a great welcome picture. To see what's blooming in gardens across the world, please visit our gracious host, Katarina at Roses and Stuff.
I'd brought this gladiolus plant from my mother's garden in July. All the plants had finished blooming (then) and I only got to see some drying-on-the-plant flowers. But I did get a tiny plant with a few leaves (three, I think) and brought it home. Well, I didn't expect it to bloom this year but gardens never fail to throw in a few surprises from time to time.
Honestly, I thought the bloom was going to be in one colour. But the pink lines make it look rather special. These plants are common in the hilly areas (like my hometown) but I admit I've never grown them. You see them in most gardens or on the edge of gardens spilling on to the road.
As I photographed the buds yesterday, the heat of the afternoon sun was so intense that I had to rush back in. Thankfully, it rained last night and getting to photograph any bloom with raindrops still on it, is a gardener's delight!
At the back you can see the Sunset Bells, still providing a great deal of colour. The idea is that when the summer colours fade, other plants will take over:) It's a small circular bed but the photographs give the impression of a little more space....
This photo was taken early this year in February. This is to show the glads I grew after buying the corms from a local nursery. This variety is not found in the wild.
As for other blooms, the pink and white four o'clocks are blooming in these colours. Some are pure white, some have a tinge of pink. It's interesting to see the blooms.
The yellow ones are also blooming...the scent in the evenings is wonderful. I'm waiting for the hummingbird moths to come. So far there's been no sign of them. Still hoping......
Have a great weekend, everyone! And thank you for checking out my "Blooming Friday" post.
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