Now and then I get a hankering for blooms. Especially now as I sit and see the advent of real Winter outside, I am already hurting for my apparently-constant need to see blooms on flowers, trees and shrubs. One of my greatest pleasures in landscaping has always been watching plants develop successfully, especially in some of the more insane climates I have had to deal with, rife as they have been with either sun problems (both too much and too little) or soil dilemma’s the size of – well – Nevada.
The Rhododendron was the plant that launched my career, to be truthful. Seeing it gave me the electric sense of what was possible in moving Nature around just a little for optimal Eye Candy.
(click on images to enlarge. Twice for some for the real close look)
Let’s face it. It doe not take a rocket surgeon to know what is drop dead gorgeous.
Blooms are that rarest element of all our endeavors in landscaping – we feature them for sheer pleasure for us humans. Say what you want about cement patios and ponds, waterfalls and fire pits – a person can feel more than successful with a few plants and maybe some hanging baskets as long as they bloom and do so for long enough to wake up and know they’ll be faithfully and resplendently waiting for another sniff and picture. All we as landscapers and gardeners do is enable them.
No matter how plain weird they may be:
My personal tastes have moved with me within those climates. In Nevada, I happened into Natives which utterly blew my mind. Penstemons became a passion.
Evening Primrose satisfied like few other plants, bursting out at night as they do, then disappearing by lunch
I got to where I would mass them together, just to produce a semi-riot of color
Just because I could.
No one complained. Not a one.
I miss blooms. I miss the roses of Summer already.
I miss the shrub roses I have planted like they were as common as grass
We use blooms to surprise us and please us. Sometimes it works like nobody’s business.
Anyway, thanks for listening to my whine. 🙂
Was it good for you too?