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Before posting this image, I wandered through Wikipedia-Land in an attempt to share factual information about this crinkly petaled poppy. I discovered that this poppy is most likely a Meconopsis Cambrica or Welsh poppy. One year I purchased this beauty, and the yellow flowers in the background, so they could take center stage in my garden. Their time in the spotlight was shorter than I'd have liked. At least I have this image.
"Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds,
Fill it with sunshine,
Kind words,
and Kind deeds."... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Some people find a cluster of blossoms from an apple tree lying on the ground and grumble. Not I! I scooped up the treasures and brought them home to admire. It only seemed right to share the beauty with others.
Dame's Rocket captured in bright morning sunlight along the banks of Bronte Creek within Bronte Creek Provincial Park, Oakville, Ontario.
This non-native flower, a member of the mustard family, has escaped from gardens and grows wild throughout Ontario.
(Hesperis matronalis)
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African violets hold a special charm. Their petals seem as soft as a feather and their ruffles glint with sparkles in the sunlight. This violet is loved above all others, as it was passed along to me by my mother. When family members are no longer with us, their memory is triggered by the smallest things...and that is a very good thing indeed.
“Don’t wait for someone to bring you flowers. Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul.” – Luther Burbank
"Geranium maculatum, the wild geranium, spotted geranium, or wood geranium, is a perennial plant native to woodland in eastern North America, from southern Manitoba and southwestern Quebec south to Alabama and Georgia and west to Oklahoma and South DakotaIt is known as spotted cranesbill or wild cranesbill in Europe, but the wood cranesbill is another plant, the related G. sylvaticum (a European native called "woodland geranium" in North America). Colloquial names are alum root, alum bloom and old maid's nightcap."..from Wikipedia
Whatever their name, I am quite fond of these flowers. As the plants in my flower garden have seemingly grown four inches overnight, I've been especially pleased to find wild geraniums dotting the spaces between other flowering plants. Hooray for sunshine and flowers!
The sky is overcast and rain has soaked into the ground. I don't seem to mind, as I can wander back through images of flowers that blossomed in my garden just one month ago.
( I think those tiny bubbles of liquid are called stigmatic fluid, but not really sure; stigmatic fluid is sticky and holds the pollen in place for fertilization to occur)
The flying ladybird.
Ladybird is a symbol of happiness, prosperity and good luck.
Technical: ISO 200, f 5.6, 1/500, 55mm Nikkor with 36mm extension tube, not cropped.
'Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.' ...Georgia O'Keeffe
Petal power is kind of like pedal power - all natural, and good for the environment!
It's been a busy week so it's taken me five days to get around to putting another photo up. At this rate, it'll take me about a thousand years to upload all the photos I'd like to. I might be a little bit old by then...but I can't see myself putting down the camera, even at that age.
As a young child, I remember spending many hours walking through plant nurseries with my parents. The smell of the wet soil and the sight of so many vibrant flowers was one of my favorite sensory experiences. Choosing just the right flowers for our garden was a glorious way to spend the day. No wonder I find myself drawn to studying flowers. It seems to be part of my DNA. :)