My bottlebrush tree came from a cutting from my grandfather’s bottlebrush tree many years ago. It has traveled with me through 5 different moves, but now is happily growing in the ground. If I ever move again I’ll take a cutting with me.
I am ridiculously excited that this bottlebrush plant is starting to bloom. This isn’t the best photo, but it does show the process of the stamen unfurling from the petals of the flower. It’s fascinating how they’re packed so tightly into a little knot within the flower bud, then eventually totally straighten out.
This daisy is so obnoxiously vivid, your eye can’t help but be drawn to it when viewing the garden. It’s actually more orange than it looks here, but I took the photo at dusk, and the light was getting dim.
I like an insect that is so focused it doesn’t care that there is a camera lens right on top of it – it makes my job easier.
Last month I posted a photo of some acrylic flower dishes I found at a flea market. Since then I’ve glued wooden disks and dowels to them, and now they’re little bird feeders for the garden.
Shortly before midnight I realized I hadn’t touched my camera at all today, but fortunately I had snapped a few flower photos with the cell phone earlier. It was too windy to do much out in the garden, so I took refuge in the greenhouse and checked in on the occupants waiting to be planted.
After watering the garden I decided to take some closeups of calla petals, and on a whim snapped a couple of photos of the dandelions that are popping up around the yard (and probably the cause of my allergies). I loved the little curlicues in the middle of the flower – something I hadn’t noticed before uploading this photo.
I have a blueberry bush that is currently blossoming. It has produced fruit the last two or three years, so it must have blossomed before, but I don’t remember seeing these flowers. I’m just noticing them this year. Maybe it’s because I have had more free time to hang out in the garden lately. 🙂
My latest flea market find.. I have some ideas for them.
