It is one of my favourite sensory pleasures to hold the impossibly soft and tender rose in one hand and snip its bristly stem with the other. The petals are softer than anything I know: peach fuzz, babies’ bottoms, duck down: they are nothing to this rose. The spent flower fits perfectly into my hand. Its petals may suddenly let out a silent ‘oh!‘, let go of their calyx all at once. They drop into my waiting bucket, with a flurry of petal confetti. and glorious rose perfume.
Misunderstood sepals, tempting nectaries, fizzling stamens in various stages of excitement, and patiently waiting carpels at the core. You will find all life in the crazy orbit of a Hellebore!
I have a bit of a thing for hardy geraniums. Since buying a Macro lens, I have been able to photograph them closer up, and rather than exposing any flaws, it has revealed more wonder. Take my most favourite of all, ‘Anne Thomson’. In case anyone wants a quick biology refresher: The female reproductive organs…
I love peonies. Any sort of peony. Here is my guide to growing herbaceous, tree and intersectional peonies.