juneSCENE IN OUR GARDEN: Maybe Next Year???

Maybe Next Year???

Tall & elegant,

vivid and velvety

What?

And where have they been all my life?

Singly,

or in juxtaposition with other blooms...

a real attraction!

I saw these at our County Extension garden.

I need to do a little more research to see if they're

a possibility in our beds.

I'm not crazy about the foliage--

but OH! Those flowers!

9 comments:

Sunray GardensSeptember 24, 2011 at 11:21 AM
You are right, gorgeous flowers. Hardy would be even better and I think they might be.
Cher Sunray Gardens
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MariSeptember 24, 2011 at 2:50 PM
They are beautiful!
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KalyanSeptember 25, 2011 at 12:49 AM
Simply beautifully captured shots...lovely!
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Gardener on Sherlock StreetSeptember 25, 2011 at 6:46 PM
They also dry nice and can be used indoors all year that way.
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MoSeptember 26, 2011 at 7:10 AM
When it comes to flowers there is always something new to enjoy!
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Gypsy LalaSeptember 27, 2011 at 5:37 AM
Beautiful flowers, they can grown from seed, wish you have them in your own garden next year.
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AnonymousSeptember 28, 2011 at 6:15 AM
I love these but have not had luck with them in my GA gardens. My MIL sent me some dried ones when I lived in Germany. I used them in Floral arranging. Seeds fell out of the package so I stuck them in a flower planter on our balcony. They thrived in that planter and I had my own supply of flowers to dry and work with. Like I said, no luck here though. Sigh...

Skeeter (In the Garden with Tina)
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Leaon MarySeptember 28, 2011 at 8:54 PM
Hey there Rebecca! Beautiful photos!
I have some cockscomb in my garden but it's not planted as thick as the last photo you showed. That looks so lush and head high? WOW!
About two weeks ago, I picked my flowers and have them drying. Hope I didn't wait too long because I think alot of the seed was already fallin out. lol I'd love to learn how to grow it like your county extension garden! Looks like they just planted it really close together?
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GRACE PETERSONOctober 1, 2011 at 5:36 PM
I LOVE those celosias especially the pointy ones. I grew them a few years ago but don't really have any room for them now. Great photos!
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To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. William Henry Channing 1810-1884

Irises come in many forms, shapes, colors and sizes and the sword-like foliage is attractive when the plant is not in bloom. The genus Iris is a large genus of bulbous and rhizomatous perennials.

The Iris was named after the goddess of the rainbow because of its many colors.
A flower on the Sphinx is considered to be an Iris, and another appears on a bas-relief of the 18th Egyptian dynasty.
Pliny also knew the Iris and praised its medicinal virtues.
The Iris was also a favourite flower of the Moslems, who took it to Spain after their conquest in the 8th century.

Bought at a local plant sale, Spring of 2009 Feverfew (Tanacetum parthenium; syn. Chrysanthemum parthenium (L.) Pers., Pyrethrum parthenium Sm.) is a traditional medicinal herb which is found in many old gardens, and is also occasionally grown for ornament. The plant grows into a small bush up to around 18 inches high, with citrus-scented leaves and is covered by flowers reminiscent of daisies. It spreads rapidly, and they will cover a wide area after a few years. It is also commonly seen in the literature by its synonyms, Chrysanthemum parthenium (L.) Bernh. and Pyrethrum parthenium (L.) Sm.

I'D PICK MORE DAISIES
If I could live my life again
I'd be a little lazy
I'd stop this rushing to and fro
And stop and pick more daisies
Through all the lovely summer months
Though days be clear or hazy
No more to fret over tasks undone,
I'd stop to pick a daisy
Not so important what I did
This fact time now discloses
While running through life's garden green
I'd stop to smell the roses
If I could hold my little ones
The children in my care
I'd scold them less and love them more
With so much love to share
If I could pass this way again
Though folks might think I'm crazy
I'd work and worry less, but I'd
Take time to pick a daisy
The rush of life has passed me by
Now I have leisure hours
But time has taken such a toll
It's too late to pick the flowers.

Mildred F. Rowe

MEASURE YOUR HEALTH...by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature, if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you--know that the morning and the spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse. (Thoreau)

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The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the garden of God
It's climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
To the sky from the clay to the clod.
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care
Neglected, 'tis ragged and wild.
'Tis a plant that is tender, but wondrously rare,
The sweet wistfull soul of a child.

Be tender, O Gardener, and give it it's share
Of moisture, of warmth and of light,
And let it not lack for th painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.
A glad day will come when it's bloom shall unfold,
It will seem that an angel has smiled,
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child.

...Author Unknown

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And every one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.
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And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.

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And find, for life's long battle-day,
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May I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glen,
May light upon me shine!
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Thy Word my trusty sword,
I'll learn to fight with every foe
The battle of the Lord.

(Edwin Hodder, Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord)