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Monday, September 1, 2014

September, first day of spring;


“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” 
 Rainer Maria Rilke 



Azalea "Dreamtime" grows in my garden since many years, exactly 25. Every spring  it is covered with these silver pink, glistening flowers, never misses a beat, despite dry or wet or sun. If I had to choose a perfect plant for spring it would be this one.




An odd little number, growing in a pot since ever. At this time of year it is covered with tiny wax like fringed flowers.


Mother of Millions;




“Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"...
"It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...” 
 Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden 




Ivy geranium, for ever growing in this pot, always waiting for this moment  in September to burst into flowers;


Blue Spires, a new Salvia has joined the Salvia clan.



It does not matter if spring is in the Northern or Southern Hemisphere; Spring is Spring. Ts



Camellias have taken a new lease of life after the rain; this is Hana Fuki a C.japonica.


Never find enough praise for the wonderful Iceberg Rose; some pruning of the spend flowers and off she goes again. Bees find her very attractive.


First day of spring and the appletree is flowering; such pretty, delicate blossoms. It takes the energy from 50 leaves to produce one apple.


Peach blossoms;
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain






Double pink peach blossom. It has grown from  a throw away peach pit down at the driveway entrance. I was amazed how this little tree held its weight, growing without any help of water or fertilizer. I just enjoyed every spring its flowers. Then Peter dug it out and brought it up to the orchard and planted it again with lots of TLC. The year after it had a couple of peaches. Now it is growing well, displaying its rare flowers; I am already counting the peaches.



Apricot suitable for the subtropics.


Camellia japonca;


A pretty spring flower and a poem made for me by my 11 year old granddaughter Fabrizia Chiara.



Believe it or not:

Here in the subtropics, spring is like a fairy tale, it is here and it is not. Spring is quickly taken over by the hot breath of summer, first it tempts with  the softest promise which turns from one day to the other into hot summer days. Today is the first day of spring and it is already 27C. Once it is September there is no looking back, winter season, cold days are forgotten for many month to come. Jumpers and scarves are returned to their slumber in moth secure boxes.

©Ts Photos and some Texts.

2 comments:

  1. I see your granddaughter has a way with words like you. You have no doubt been an influence on her.

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  2. Hello Titania, It has been some time since I stopped by and just now found this newer blog of yours. I will add this one to my blog roll so I can come by and see the beautiful spring blooms you are now enjoying. We are heading into autumn now and I am busy planting up pots for my winter garden.

    I absolutely love the poem your granddaughter wrote for you! How sweet she must be. May I save the photo and poem? I would love to use it on my blog next spring.

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