Hello dear readers,
Well the front garden is beginning to look more like a flower bed this summer, and I have included a couple of photographs taken in June or July. The daisies have not enjoyed the weather as much as the roses, and I find the ones in shade or grass are doing much better. More on the michaelmas later in the year…
Coincidentally, a friendly blogger, Ann Mackay, has pipped me to the post to write about prickles in nature. I’ll leave the link here for you to check out soon.
I’m a little intermittent on this blog of late, as I’ve been attempting to improve my other site, but for some reason when I pay for the blog I’m then sent a message telling me I need an email account (more expense); now that I think of it, I’m sure I tried this last year, and gave up, writers are not wealthy people…. If you are listening WordPress, perhaps you could make your add-ons and site packages more user and novice friendly.
Still, I wanted to blog about hollyhocks. Mine are still hanging on for dear life, producing tiny pink flowers as they, simultaneously, work to produce seeds. It is true that patience pays, as I almost cut them down to the base last week before the rain set in. Yet here it didn’t really, so I need not have envisioned the tatty garden, because the hollyhocks survived, as I will explain later.
The glorious hollyhock, it towers over me and the top of it has not yet gone to seed, complete with bee, this morning.
I was surprised to notice pods on my hollyhock drying out and opening up to reveal the dark seeds beneath the folds of the soft-looking green leaves; I’m not sure what the folds of seed pod leaves are called, not being a botanist; I will do some research and update this later.
I was very excited about the pods, and found an old glass jar to harvest the seeds within; I adore hollyhocks, have been gardening for over four decades and had never come across the seed pods; usually I buy the young flowers from a local garden sale.
Those soft-looking pods were prickly, as you can just make out from the blurred outline on the photograph above; they are covered in tiny hairs for protection.
I’m secretly pleased. Nature has a weapon. As, Jean Rhys remarked in Wide Sargasso Sea, nature does win. It has ways of protecting itself against things.
Of course, I am attempting to propagate. Still nature knows best, and her idea of best might be different from mine. The hollyhock, which survived my murderous intent last week, is leaning over towards a log, and patch of unkempt grass we have left for the wildlife. Perhaps the seeds will be blown over there and grow wild. I’d love that.
More on this later, as the lovely leaning photograph is refusing to upload….
By the way, here is the link to Ann’s blog, by her kind permission:
have a great day dear readers,