And along came the hibiscus flowers. I thought that they bloomed in summer?? That's when I see their flowers in Melbourne.
These photos are taken through my kitchen window.
The hyacinths, in pots, amuse me. The first sign of them coming through is a little mound of dirt. The mound gets bigger and bigger as more of the shoot penetrates the soil, and is soon tossed off. It looks like some little creature below is busily pushing.
My Grandmother Garoni sent me home with a large bunch of hyacinths and grape hyacinths every Spring. They grew together in the same part of the garden, with the grape hyacinths making a border. I don't know if she left the bulbs in the ground from one year to the next or if she planted them each year. Whatever it was, they were always in the same place, or so my memory tells me.
Many of the memories and stories about my Grandparents are associated with plants and perfumes. I've tried to make the same sorts of links for my Grandchildren and have been successful with the last two. They are both interested in plant propagation and growing. Indy has a thriving collection of herbs and flowers. Jemma is a great little tomato grower.
~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~- HAPPY 9TH BIRTHDAY JEMMA 22.6.2013~~--~~--~~--~~--~
