I wasn’t planning to post this morning, as I don’t want to fatigue my readers. However the foul weather (swirling winds, torrential rain) meant I had to perform an emergency rescue on my tulips.
These poor things were in danger of getting their necks broken. So was I.
The rescue situation explains why some blooms are already at their creative peak (see my post from yesterday, Aging Beauties). Here is good old ‘Ballerina’:
My daughter and I made a brilliant discovery yesterday whilst musing on the complexity of a Euphorbia ‘cyathium’ (a flower reduced to the essential sexual parts – no lingerie frou-frou of petals).
If you look closely, and admire that neat tackle, you see that the two little pockets/suction cups/plungers are miniature versions of the satellite dishes they rest upon. So presumably they grow and develop into a satellite dish, which will in turn have two of its own mini mini satellite dishes. How many minute satellite dishes are lying in wait in ever tinier dimensions?
We’re not quite sure what the four little spanners are for. But it’s good to be prepared.
Here is the whole hastily put together ensemble. There are also red ‘Tambour Maitre’ tulips and a pink I can’t remember. I planted out ‘Attila’s Graffiti’ one year from pots, but this doesn’t seem crimson enough. Any views?
I’ll just leave you with a sad warning of what can happen if your head gets too big. This is ‘Avignon Parrot’. Definitely a dead parrot.
(If you look very carefully you can see that the Euphorbia tried to pass down a spanner or two to help. It was too late.)
Do have a look at Cathy, Rambling in the Garden‘s site for more In a vase on Monday posts!
Postscript: after an hour, these blooms have opened up and decided to have a Rescue Party. Thought I’d add a couple of photos: