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Freesias

Freesias

Haiku 278

Carry on shining

Filter sunlight through petals

Still providing joy

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I cut these few freesias before they got too frazzled, as they were growing horizontally. They continued to give me pleasure as they sat in their vase on the little side unit, bathed in sunlight.

My freesias have all just about finished. Now I have the long wait for the leaves to shrivel up and the bulb to restore its energy, before I can tidy up the plant pots.

But I can’t complain, as I have had many weeks of colour and scent from these little plants – and more than a few blog posts!

 

Wild Flower

Wild Flower 1

Haiku 276

What you doing here?

So pretty yet unwanted

Little wild flower

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Wild Flower 2

I found this purple flower growing in the wild asparagus pot. At first I thought it was a flower from the asparagus, until I remembered that the asparagus makes white flowers, that later turn into tiny red berries.

Then I saw that the weed had grown up from the lawn at the bottom of the stoep and was actually very tall!

Wild Flower 3

Well, pretty as it is, it’s gone now, as I’ve just weeded there, on my hands and knees.

You may say, “Shame man!” (Well, if you’re South African, that’s the expression you’d use!) But this time of year in Cape Town, Everything grows madly. If I want my flowers to stand a chance of not being strangled to death, I have to weed constantly.

But no worries, this wild flower grows all around my garden.

 

Periwinkle

Periwinkle

Haiku 274

A touch of purple

In variegated leaves

The periwinkle

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Appropriated* from next door, these periwinkle keep on spreading, both in size and delight.

All the more enjoyable, because they didn’t cost me a penny!

 

*The plants grew from my neighbour’s side, under the creeping vines that were removed when the wall was put up. I can’t help it if some of them preferred my side!

 

Let’s Hear It for the Little Guy!

Praying Mantis 1

Haiku 262

The predator hunts

Watching me while stalking prey

Tiny but deadly

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Praying Mantis 2

Shortly after I had filled my newly painted blue pots with plants and placed them on the stoep, I noticed this little guy checking them out.

It seems he was drawn to the bright blue colour that complemented his own bright green.

Praying Mantis 3

In the process of spraying my bronze pots, I went to check on them to see how they were drying –

And on one of the pots, I found this little guy – all bronze!

By the time I had got my camera he had left the pot and was creeping away in the leaf litter.

Praying Mantis 4

At first I was horrified, thinking I had inadvertently sprayed the poor thing with paint, while spraying my plant pots.

On closer inspection, I realised this was just his colour.

I had never seen a bronze praying mantis before!

Maybe the little bronze guy was trying to camouflage himself on the bronze pots, just as the bright green mantis was blending in on the bright blue pot.

Amazing how like attracts like.

 

Pristine

White Freesia

Haiku 261

Pristine white petals

And beautifully scented

Nature’s perfection

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A few months ago, I planted 30 brand new freesia bulbs in my brightly painted plant pots on my stoep. I also have about a dozen old bulbs that I replanted.

I waited with bated breath, as you can imagine, watching carefully as my new freesias popped up little shoots, and then larger leaves, until finally buds appeared.

The colour of the very first freesia?

White!

Totally in keeping with my colourless rainbow from last post, giving up the ghost.

Regardless, it is stunningly beautiful;

And the scent is divine!

 

Giving up the Ghost

Cloud Rainbow

Haiku 260

I guess it figures

The pandemic affects all.

Colourless rainbow!

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As this pandemic drags on and on and on, it stands to reason that eventually even rainbows would give up the ghost and lose their colour!

 

Yes, it is only an unusual cloud formation; still, just saying!

 

Golden Avalanche

Oak Leaves 1

Haiku 259

Carpeting in Gold

Shedding bounteous Nature

In gay abandon!

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Oak Leaves 2

I do love the golden oak leaves as they catch the winter sun; while they are still on the branches!

However, just as I was congratulating myself that my oak tree was finally running out of leaves to fling down to the ground for me to rake up every week –

Oak Leaves 3

The massive syringa tree decided to shed most of its heavy foliage all in one go after heavy storms.

I can fill a big wheelie bin in half an hour of raking.

Oh well, I guess the exercise is good for me!

 

A Host of Golden –

Golden Apple Leaves 1

Haiku 251

Carpeting the lawn

Autumn hues of yellow-gold

Winter wonderland!

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Following on from my Lonely Cloud post, I present:

A Host of Golden Apple Leaves,

An adaptation of the line A host of golden daffodils,¬†from William Wordsworth’s poem;

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Golden Apple Leaves – Tree 2

With all the colourful blossoming going on, as seen in my last post, Winter Solstice, my winter garden could pass for summer, except for a few tell-tale signs that it is, in fact, mid-winter.

The ancient apple tree, with its winter carpet of golden leaves, is one of those signs.

 

post script: Yes, I know it is confusing! It is mid-Winter here in Cape Town; today anyhow. The temperatures have plummeted, gales are howling and icy rain falls intermittently. Yet the apple tree is shedding its leaves as though it were Autumn, while next to it, the large Camellia bush is covered in buds waiting to burst forth as in Spring, and most days a Summer sun beats down, while Sunbirds sip nectar from the honeysuckle! Cape Town is beautiful!