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.
Wan, with battle-scarred leaves, this four o’clock flower is still going.
It even has buds!
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.
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.
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.