Showing posts with label dahlia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dahlia. Show all posts

Friday, 19 August 2016

Floral Triumphs Summer 2016

Whimsical Tarot



I have found it less challenging and more enjoyable to maintain our patio garden this summer; and in spite of prior experience, ''hope springs ...'' yaddayadda ... I planted a few types of seeds, mainly bought on sale. Most impactful (apart from the French and Runner beans standing at well over 8 foot high and who belong firmly in Titch's domain) was the amaranthus, a.ka. Love Lies Bleeding.

The seeds are tiny, and my record with seeds isn't good, so I threw caution to the wind along with the seeds themselves, and sowed them all.

Of course, they all germinated, so I gave some seedlings away, and since I can't be fiddling with teeny stuff, planted some in kind of clumps - I figured, Nature will thin them for me. It worked:




That said little yellow flower in the middle ? That's Thunbergia (Black-Eyed Susie) of which I also had many sprouts, but when planted out refused stubbornly to really go upwards like the voracious climber it claimed to be on the packet.





The clary sage and the cerinthe did not emerge; the nasturtiums looked fabulous draping from my front planter - for about a day until the blackfly found them. I bugsprayed them but I think that just overwhelmed the plants, who crumpled and withered accusingly.





I missed the opportunity to take a photo of my dahlia in its full glory (the pic was taken a month ago when my Asiatics were also beginning to bloom) - it was maybe £2/US$2.62 to buy the tuber, but man, you get some bang for your buck ! It flowers forever ! Well, OK several weeks, anyway. My mother didn't like them - along with gladioli, she thought they were vulgar, but they're a great splash of longlasting color. Now if they were scented ...

But my favorite this summer happened accidentally: I had a couple of pelargoniums (which us oldies like to still call geraniums) - including a scented-leaf variety -  and a random hardy fuchsia hanging around, so I bunged them all into a pot, and look what happened:





I have very carefully tried to avoid any photos showing the actual patio slabs, because it is in desperate need of weeding, which is Someone Else's job always and forever and ever amen. I'll let you know how that goes ...





Wednesday, 3 October 2012

WIP Wednesday 113: Purple Passion

Victorian Romantic Tarot










Now you have to work out whether it's a passion for the color purple, or a passion for those blimmin' addictive Granny Square Cushions or maybe even both - as I show you Cushion Number 3 in progress:


'Course, it's not my passion for purple - I am still afflicted by my Mother's opinion that purple is a color for adolescents, in the same manner that Tchaikovsky is music for emotionally immature people. Although I happily grow both gladioli and dahlias, which she thought were vulgar. I wonder if they come in purple ?

Oh, look:
 

available from Van Meuwen

                                                        available from Shrubs.co.uk

Hopefully there will be less color-ful philosophy over at Tami's Amis ....