Posts Tagged ‘buds’

Bursting with life

December 27, 2016 Leave a comment
Multiple buds on one stem

Multiple buds on one stem

I’m amazed at the developing buds on this rose.

It doesn’t seem to be able to accept that this is the time of year to go to sleep.

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Last hour flower

October 24, 2016 Leave a comment
Still blooming

Still blooming

Wan, with battle-scarred leaves, this four o’clock flower is still going.

It even has buds!

Chicory flower

July 31, 2013 3 comments
A rare sight in the full sun

A rare sight in the midday sun

The flowering of wild chicory coincides with the hot weather.

The stems are a stringy, nobbly mesh covered in buds, a number of which bloom each day to create a breath-taking early-morning display.

Usually by mid-morning the day’s crop is so shrivelled it scarcely has any colour.

But, for some strange reason, not today.

The chicory flowers have stayed open, so I took advantage.

Chicory has a host of culinary uses, but for me it’s just a visual feast.

Wisteria buds

March 30, 2012 1 comment

Wisteria buds

Our wisteria, which in 4 years has only ever had one flower (last year; and I almost didn’t see it), is covered in buds.

In fact I’m even worried whether it’s going to have enough energy left over to make leaves.

They’re quite extraordinary-looking things, the buds: covered in scales like snakes.

I can’t wait to see them open.

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February 26, 2012 Leave a comment

We’ve had 2 days of glorious, hot sunshine and now the weather has closed in again, with wind, rain and mist.


Just before the rain started, I prowled round the garden and found these lovely sun-like flowers – the first coltsfoot.

I always thought the name came from the fact that the flowers, when closed and hanging down, resemble the shaggy hoof of a young horse, but it seems I’m wrong: it’s to do with the shape of the leaves.

There’s no sign of the leaves at the moment; they come on after, when the flowers are over. Which gives rise to the other name which I rather like: ‘Son-before-the-father,’ referring to the unusual order of events.