Somehow I ended up with entirely white four o clocks growing in the bed with the eggplant and rosemary. I’m not surprised about the four o clocks –I planted them there. I am surprised that they are only white. I usually have some of the brilliant pink fuscia ones. There are a couple of other four o clock plants in my garden that haven’t started to bloom, so there is a chance for some other colors. This is the flower that was known as the Marvel of Peru and is mentioned Andrew Marvell’s fantastic poem “The Mower Against Gardens.”
The small potted lantana is doing really well. This plant is a couple of years old and has such lovely blooms. These plants don’t fair well in my house in the winter –usually looking near dead by the time I get them back out –but I can’t quite give up on them since they end up with blooms like these.
And the pink rose is still blooming –and in fact, blooming more. Tiglet was determined to be in the pictures, with his meowing little self.
Soon the dahlias will be blooming and they always have surprising colors… but this pink above is a stunning color. It reminds me of why I really do like pink.
Below is a picture of Tiglet looking a bit like an orphan curled up under the lilac bush in the much cooler air we are having. Luckily he has a firm paw on the end of that tail.
The morning here is covered over with fog, which seems to be mixed with smoke from the wildfires in the west. All in all an eerie feel to the weather. Maybe I will get some interesting pictures of it all.