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.
Along with the Cape Daisies that I found in my garden recently, (Battered), are these teeny wild flowers. I have noticed them farther afield on grass verges around the neighbourhood, so I guess they also hitched a ride here with Little Monkey, Mr Spaghetti Legs and me.
I believe this little weed is known as Pin Clover (though I couldn’t find any references) and also Dove’s-foot Geranium.
No idea what these lovely flowers are called – apart from “weed”! I found them growing by the pavement on our way to the field.
Wild Flower 2
They have not been planted and are not there for humans to admire. It is Spring, and they just grow because they do; as nature intended.
LM and SL
Little Monkey and Mr Spaghetti Legs obliged with a photo, so you can see the size of these little wayside flowers. Although my dogs are happy to get any attention (photo taken) they really just wanted to get on with their walk!
As I crouched down to take a shot of the dandelion clock, Little Monkey, with her ‘hunter’ eyes, quickly sussed out what I was interested in. She ran straight through the weed – leaving me with the above aftermath.
Little Monkey Helps
I tried again, zooming in on another little weed, only to find it wasn’t in focus. Something else was there . . .
LM In the Position
Oh, it’s you, Little Monkey, sitting so inelegantly, as usual, and looking casually disinterested. You didn’t know I was trying to capture the dandelion? You thought I must want a picture of you? Of course I did!
The Magnificent Golden Glory of the Darling Dandelion
I have always liked dandelions. Who doesn’t want to pick up that ball of clockwork fluff and blow it to kingdom come? The number of puffs it takes to blow all the seeds off the stem tells the time. It is now precisely 27 o’clock! (That last seed just didn’t want to budge!) Hmm, time for tea!