For today's Blooming Friday I headed off to Greenwood Resorts on the outskirts of the city. It's a place where the gardens are beautifully maintained and it was a pleasure indeed to walk about with my camera stopping for a cup of coffee at one of the restaurants and at their bakery for cookies. The "Ah!' on my post title is for the relief and joy that summer's heat has left us. It's wonderfully pleasant now.
The last blooms of the flowering shrubs still cling tenaciously but this really is a period of transition. Old giving way to new. The rows and rows of plants in the nurseries have a tired look. But within a month, the winter blooms will bring change. Colour in many hues. All the sowing beds are full of tiny saplings...salvia, marigold, petunia, calendula, dianthus, phlox, larkspur, sweet williams, linums...the list is endless.
To see what's blooming around the world, head over to Katarina's. Thank you Katarina for hosting Blooming Friday. It's a day I look forward to.....
A pale variety of Mussaenda.
A view of the Resort with agave blooming. And the next three pictures show the close-up of the blooms.
Potted euphorbia milii in their hundreds( that's what I feel) dot the entire landscape.
Yellow trumpet creeper ( I think!)
A small shrub favoured by gardens here is the Red Bird of Paradise/ Caesalpinia pulcherrima. This is the national flower of my good friend Helen's country,Barbados. This is also known as the Pride Oof Barbados. Other names include--the Peacock Flower and Dwarf Poinciana.
Red Mussaenda at the nursery where I stopped to pick up some saplings.
I hope you've enjoyed the tour of the gardens of Greenwoods. Hope to show some of the best from my region in the coming weeks. Wish all my wonderful blogger friends, and every welcome visitor, a great weekend!
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