Four days ago, before their petals dropped in wind and rain, poppies shone for the bees under a bright June sun.
Inside this coral red poppy, four honey bees buzzed and fed.
Clematis Henrii climbed white among roses.
More bees homed in on the Ballerina rose.
Ox Eye Daisies arrived from nowhere in the patch of wild meadow......
Geranium Shepherds Warning, burned in sharp magenta, next to delphinium blues.
Foxglove and Teasel.......
Apricot floribunda rose......
Paul`s Himalayan Musk......
.....and roses backed by layered greens of philadelphus, dogwood, willow tree and distant lime.
The wild white Forest rose , sown by a travelling bird.....
...and foxgloves, self seeded, up against the hedge.
Peony......
.....and a tumbling, soft scented mass of pink Paul`s Himalayan Musk.
Sweet, deep scented Indian Summer.....
....and Rosa Seagull, climbing up through conifers, reaching for the sky.
In this parched, dry month, Hostas have survived without being laced by hungry , night time snails.
Brave survivor in wild corners, Ground Elder has unofficially flowered . Graceful and lace-like flowers of cream among pink Common Fumitory........
....pink cranesbill geranium and tall, wild Woundwort.
Snapshots of a summer garden. Four days later, after wind and rain, poppies and roses may have lost their blooms, but the lovely wild weeds flourish and remain.
7 comments:
Lovely wild flowers -- always will be a part of England for me.
This is me green with envy of your beautiful garden. What little garden I have is practically burnt to a crisp.
What a lovely garden you have, the colours of those poppies are just gorgeous. I love the tangle of flowers in the last photo too.
Beautiful, beautiful garden DW - especially the poppies and the roses. Poppies are so short lived but well worth growing for their flamboyant beauty I think. Ours are not out yet.
Give my love to your beautiful garden and from my PHM to yours!! I hope it isn't too long before I see it again (and you). Snap - I took a photo of the Common Fumitory in the top of my wall today. I tolerate it as a Wild Flower (and not a weed) as it is just SO pretty.
I always heard the phrase that England was a nation of shopkeepers, but I think the truth is England is a nation of gardeners.
I am quite envious. My small garden has practically gone belly up under these days of 90F+ heat despite frantic watering.
beautiful to see all those summer flowers
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