Category Archives: Flowers

What a Whopper!

Red Rose 1

Haiku 231

Can’t believe my eyes

Hiding in the flower bed

Oh What a Whopper!

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Red Rose 2

The second photo with the ruler shows the rose is about 14 cm across.

However, the most wonderful thing about this giant rose, apart from its size, is the gorgeous scent, detected from far away.

 

Blossoms

Apple Blossom 1

Haiku 230

Delicate petals

Promise of new beginnings

Continuity

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Apple Blossom 2

My ancient apple tree endures through the changing seasons; surviving gales, droughts, storms – and pandemics.

 

Pomegranate

Pomegranate 1

Haiku 229

Oh Pomegranate

Used to eat you with a pin!

Full of seeds art thou

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Pomegranate 2

Hooray! I found a flower on my newly planted pomegranate tree. This was completely unexpected, as the tree is tiny.

Pomegranate 3

Now when I was a kid my Mum sometimes bought one of these exotic fruits and cut it open for my brother and me to eat. I remember very clearly, she gave us a sewing pin each and that was how we were told to eat it.

Pomegranate 4

As the flower began turning into a ‘fruit’, I regularly checked on it to monitor its progress. I couldn’t wait for it to grow into a large round fruit.

Pomegranate 5

Then sadly one morning I found it on the ground!

Something had chewed it off! You can see how tiny it was here in my fingers.

Pomegranate 6

So no fruit this year!

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Side Story – Pomegranates in Kuruman

When the girls were young, we stayed for a year in the middle of the country, in the middle of nowhere. We were 100 kilometres from Kuruman.

We’d drive there many weekends, mostly for something to do, but it was a wonderful place. Kuruman has the best pizzas we have ever eaten. I remember it being very hot. About an hour north of Kuruman is a place called Hotazel; so you understand!

In Kuruman there is a natural spring of fresh water welling up out of the ground, called “Die Oog” – “The Eye”. It was always a lovely cool shady place to visit for respite from the sun.

There was also the Moffat Mission; where Mary Moffat had lived. She married David Livingstone.

We visited the Moffat Mission and the first thing that struck me were the enormous Pomegranate Trees, growing in a long avenue. I’d seldom even seen a pomegranate before then, and those were always bought from a shop.

Here were so many trees, all laden down with fruit. The ground underneath them was covered with fallen over-ripe fruit and you squished it as you walked.

Apart from the awesome pomegranate trees, I can highly recommend a visit to the Moffat Mission – if you ever happen to find yourself in the middle of nowhere. If nothing else, it will be a totally unique experience; you can walk where Livingstone walked!

 

Sunbird Defender

Male Sunbird 1

Haiku 227

Valiant Sunbird

Defender of the tiny

Mighty nonetheless

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Female and Male Sunbird 2

The female Sunbird has dull grey plumage and is difficult to spot. Above, she is feeding from the yellow honeysuckle in the bottom left of the photo, while the male flies off, in the top right.

Male Sunbird 3 – Dark

The male Lesser Double-Collared Sunbird perches above the female on the newly-awakened grape vines, keeping a lookout while she is feeding. He appears dark grey in this photo, as it is only the bright sunlight reflecting off his feathers that makes them iridesce, and the angle is wrong here.

Male Sunbird 4 – Hidden

They are tiny birds, with a very high pitched twitter. I constantly hear the male defending his territory, and his female, from other males.

The male can also be hard to spot, especially when he hides behind the leaves as above!

Male Sunbird 5

But how magnificent he is when perched in full sunlight!

 

Frankly my Dear, I don’t give a Fig!

Cape Black Fig 1

Haiku 224

Nature’s recipe

Give me sunlight and water

I’ll make you a fig

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Cape Black Fig 2

A friend gave us a few small fig plants a year ago and already one of them, a Cape Black, has produced two figs.

Cape Black Fig 3

Yes, tiny as they are, these are actual figs! The plant itself is about a foot tall and I wasn’t expecting any fruit for a good many years.

What a lovely surprise from Nature.

 

post script: The title is a reference to Rhett Butler’s last line to Scarlett O’Hara in the 1939 movie, Gone With The Wind; “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a dam!”

 

Raindrops On Freesias

Purple Freesia 1

Haiku 223

Tiny crystal balls

Microscopic universe

Raindrops on Freesias

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Purple Freesia 2

I love finding great big fat raindrops on my plants.

Purple Freesia 3

Not just because it means that rain has fallen, but because it is so beautiful; nature enhanced.

Purple Freesia 4

Of course, with or without raindrops, I do like my purple freesias;

Purple Freesia 5

And their subtle, heavenly scent.

 

Exposure

Syringa Tree 1 – Pruned

Haiku 220

A short back and sides

Just a little off the top

Oopsie! A crew cut!

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Catching the setting sun in its bare branches, both the syringa tree and the photo are over-exposed!

Syringa Tree 2

Every six or so years we have the large trees in our garden heavily pruned. It just keeps them in check. We’d gone round the garden several times with the tree guy, making sure he knew exactly what we wanted pruning and by how much.

The boss got his guys set up and then left. There were about five men all round the garden hacking back various trees and bushes, armed with ladders and chainsaws.

We also left them to it – did not want to be anywhere near all those chainsaws! – which is how the syringa got more of a close shave than we intended.

Syringa Tree 3 – Pruned

After only two weeks I spotted this new growth sprouting from a smaller branch. After another two weeks I noticed even the thick branches were beginning to push out a few budding leaves.

In no time at all the syringa will be growing new small branches covered in leaves.

Hopefully, it won’t need pruning for another six years!

 

Spring is in the Air

Red Freesia 1

Haiku 218

A little treasure

Hidden in a winter pot

Surprise! Spring Freesia

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Red Freesia 2

Most of my few surviving freesias are yellow, so it was lovely to find this solitary red one popping up in an abandoned flower pot; providing a welcome warm colour in our most changeable season.

Red Freesia 3

One day the sun bakes down ferociously, then the next temperatures drop rapidly, with driving rains and howling winds.

Red Freesia 4

Throughout it all, this brave little freesia just keeps on blooming.