Are we still hanging on? Hope so. Welcome to another Six on Saturday. If you need to know more or you would like to see what the others are up to, and quite frankly you would be daft not to, pop over to The Maestro Prop’s site and all will be revealed. A tricky week, but it has passed. Shall we proceed.
We’ll kick off with Paeonia mlokosewitschii, conveniently known as Molly the Witch. Every year she puts in an appearance, but she is yet to flower. This year, or perhaps next, might be her inaugural season. It doesn’t really matter; it is always good to have a witch in close proximity.
On to Lachenalia quadricolor, which by some kind of Disney miracle I have managed to keep alive. So far anyway. I bought it last March at the HPS Lecture Day. This flower is far from the ideal, but still it makes me happy. It reminds me of a giraffe and that can only be a good thing. My mum loves giraffes.
Next is horticultural fleece on the washing line. The storms unceremoniously peeled it from the plant it was supposed to be protecting. It had become a pathetic wet mess, only kept from blowing away by the amount of rainwater it was holding within its fibres. I hung it on the line to dry, along with its similarly inept colleagues, during our short respite.
On to a crocus. Fabulous! Just look at the delicate purple veins on the blue-white of the embracing petals, their deep violet bases leaching upwards. Doesn’t it make your heart beat a little faster? I don’t want this flower to do anything else; no opening, no ripening. I want it to hold tight onto this moment, it is perfect as it is.
The Exochorda x macrantha has decided to have a little bit of a bloom. I don’t mind. Although not my favourite, it is rather nice in its virginal simplicity. Just nice though, no quickening of the pulse.
Lastly, an ever-faithful stalwart of my SoS, Tibouchina urvilleana, which is tucked in under a tree. For extra protection, it was supposed to be swaddled by one of the previous fleecy offenders. Seems she shrugged off her constraints, like the diva that she is, and have a tentative attempt at flowering. Again, all to my benefit. Make the most of it gal, you may well have to be rewrapped very soon.
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.