I would like to imply I have spent the morning cutting flowers for the parlour, like some well-bred Edwardian Lady, but in fact, I was out pulling weeds until I just got so sick of grubbing, I decided that harvesting freesia and taking pictures would seem like I was accomplishing something instead of just slacking off from the fucking nut-grass and dandelions, which are just going to win anyway.
Herewith, mrpeenee’s salute to spring:
I love the color of cornflowers (Centaurea cyanus, and thanks to Pansy Bastard for helping me with the name)
Jasmine from the trellis below my window and which on the rare warm day here perfume my bedroom all night. I know that sounds terribly poetic and delicate and I might feel that way if I hadn’t just finished pruning them back with the tender attention of Sherman’s March to the Sea.
This is an odd little edging plant called Gobu. The leaves look like strawberry plants, but it has lots of these charming orange blossoms that stand way above the plant on stiff stems. I think they’re cool.