Welcome to another Blooming Friday. Today it's all about seeds and seed-heads. To view other participants' posts, please head over to Katarina at Roses and Stuff.
Throughout the high heat of summer, the Crape Ginger/Costus speciosus put up a show of red and white. Tiny ants never had to look elsewhere for food. Almost every photo that I clicked had an ant or ants in various stages/phases of hurry! And although I'd read that the Blue-banded bees are drawn to blue and purple flowers, they came straight for the lovely, white, crape-papery blooms!
As the last blooms faded away, the bracts turned an even more vibrant shade of red. Now only the black seeds are left within...
Fading beauties...only the pods remain.
Leopard lily curls up before saying goodbye....
The orchids are long gone....
Basil blooms drying up.
On the wayside, grass with seed-heads is the end-of-the-day's resting place for this butterfly. Most probably, it's the Peacock Pansy butterfly.
And in the wild, weed seed-heads burst and disperse their legacy.... with the help from the elements.
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