This plant is called Japanese anemone but if you go here, you'll see that it has absolutely nothing Japanese about it. It's a totally man-made plant with no native home.
The pink in the garden at this time of year is fragile and precious. Our plant is about four feet tall. Its tall stiff branches are so light that the whole mass of flowers dances gently with every breeze...
It was very hard to get one to stand still long enough to capture this hoverfly tasting the nectar before this bloom dies.
The flowers are in various stages right now from the shy little sisters hiding behind their bonnet brims...
...to the lovely transition from tight-ball-of-petals bud to the poppy-like flower, ending with a strange, nubbled green ball.
I love these floaty flowers that come to the garden party in their summery pink frocks. Almost as though they've just received the invitation and didn't want to disappoint us. I'm so glad they can join us - one of my favorites.
I'm so excited you're back to A. By the time you finish, it'll be spring. Hurry.
ReplyDeleteThe flowers are beautiful.
Yah! You're doing it again! I'm pleased.
ReplyDeleteThe summery pink frocks is a great analogy- you can visualise delicate lawn cotton, or organza, or chiffon. And a tea party, definitely.