Thursday, September 13, 2018
The Camera's Eye
Sometimes the light, the conditions, the bloom and the background come together in such perfect harmony as to stun the camera's eye. This is Mother Natures version of what Jung called "Synchronicity".
Friday, July 27, 2018
Outta the Blue
'Outta the Blue' is a shrub rose. Standing upright, she is of medium height with a full old-fashioned bloom. It is hardy, resistant to most diseases and very fragrant with a true rose scent. Hybridized by Carruth in 2002 for Weeks this rose sports medium size flowers with 25-30 pedals.
When I first acquired this rose it was a much deeper purple/pink. In 2014 it became infected with a virus that caused it to variegate, leaving white stripes on the bloom (see photo 5). While the virus did not harm the plant, and the variegation lasted only one season, the rose now has a lighter color. Additionally, it is possible to see a remnant of the variegation in the fully opened rose (see photos 1 & 2). Nonetheless, 'Outta the Blue' is still one of the most beautiful roses in my garden.
Friday, July 6, 2018
Wildflowers and the Bubble Bee
My new wildflower garden and my favorite bee - Anderson. Before you ask how I know his name - he told me. Buzzz.
Sunday, July 1, 2018
The Wild Rose
People often ask me about the use and care of the wild or
rambling rose. I have photographed them
in their natural habitat to illustrate their attributes. They are small of thorn, bloom and leaf,
running from pink to pale pink to white and often tangled bramble-like. They are not climbers and don’t grow very
tall, preferring instead to spread.
In the high country of the Rocky Mountains they swell into the shade of great trees or in the sunlight along trails and walkways. They bloom once a season, leaving behind luscious hips to turn red or red-brown in the fall and winter. Their scent is subtle but carries well on mountain breezes. As Shakespeare said, “The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem for that sweet odour which doth in it live.”
In the high country of the Rocky Mountains they swell into the shade of great trees or in the sunlight along trails and walkways. They bloom once a season, leaving behind luscious hips to turn red or red-brown in the fall and winter. Their scent is subtle but carries well on mountain breezes. As Shakespeare said, “The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem for that sweet odour which doth in it live.”
In my estimation the wild rambling rose is not a garden rose. Popping up where ever it pleases along its extensive root, this rose is very difficult to contain. It is best left to the wild places its blossom grace so beautifully in spring.
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Tulips
I love tulips - standards, fancies, double fancies, what have you. They are one of the most beautiful harbingers of spring. People call me all the time and cry, "Oh no my tulips are blooming and its snowing." Not to worry. Even though they originated in what today is Turkey, they were adapted to the cold of Holland in the sixteenth century. Tulips love the snow and cold. Their bulbs require the cold, in point of fact.
A note to neat freaks like me - do not cut the tulip back until her foliage turns brown. After the flowers bloom the bulb stores energy for the winter months from the sun throughout the rest of the spring and into early summer.
Sunday, April 8, 2018
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