Exquisite camellia, Kyoto Japan
And cherry blossoms
You may possibly remember me showing you a fat pink bud from my camellia? in a vase? No? oh do please pay attention.
I should love to be able to tell you that the bud has opened to reveal its white centre. Alas not. After two weeks the bud had fattened up, then almost over night it just gave up and browned on the edges. Disappointing.
Outside however, despite the onslaught of the Beast from the east and incessant rain, this has revealed itself:
Somehow the pink buds have begun to open revealing this, a white flower, blushing.
Happy Easter to you, wherever you may be. D.
Many more years than I care to calculate, I lived in Surbiton. There was a chap outside the station with a flower stall catching those commuters who needed to buy a bunch of flowers on their way home. There are many reasons why people buy flowers, good and bad, and with my companion we used to like to speculate who was buying and why. My abiding memory of the stall was less about the flowers, more about the banter. His catch phrase was bellowed in unsuspecting commuters ears “all buds, no duds.” This amused me but then perhaps I am easily amused.
So sharing my vase with you today as part of Cathy and her meme, the Surbiton florist came to mind.
Lots of buds yet to open on this Tête-à-tête arrangement of bulbs. I love the simplicity of the container, these tiny little flowers need no adornment. Thanks daughter Dorris. 💛
On my desk, another bud, this time a fattening camellia bud, cut from the garden.
This was tightly shut last week when I cut it. Slowly the warmth of the house has encouraged the bud to swell. I hope that it will eventually open to reveal its surprise: this pink bud will be a predominately white double flower.
Hopefully this won’t be a dud rather a fully functioning bud.
Have a good week. Thank you for reading. D.
apothecary bottle, camellia, clematis vitalba, Dwarf narcissi Tete-a-Tete, Grape hyacinth, in a vase on Monday, Muscari, Muscari armeniacum, old man's beard, pink primrose, Polyanthus Stella Champagne
I have raided the hedgerow today for a bit of so-called Old Man’s Beard,
Anyway enough of that, the seed head is pretty and it has helped to fill out today’s vase.
Firstly I took one of the early camellia blooms, white with a rose pink tone (New Dawn? ). To this I have added the fading flowers of Muscari, Grape Hyacinth. Forced to grow indoors, no cruelty involved, the blooms have just begun to go over and are now waiting to be planted in the garden. Thanks Liz.
There are a few tiny pale pink primroses and some Violas. The Violas inject a stronger shade of colour, thanks to their dark purple petals and yellow and white face, thereby picking up the yellow of the yet to open Dwarf
As these are such tiny flowers with even smaller stems I struggled to find a suitable vessel. In the end I chose to use a piece of oasis wedged into the opening of an old apothecary bottle. The original contents were labelled as Hydrarg. oxid. Rub.
It sounds as if the contents were originally some mix of mercury, quicksilver and oxygen? Does anyone happen to know what this could have been or what it would have been used for, I would be interested to know. Anyway it is a nice enough bottle made prettier thanks to the addition of some early Spring flowers.
Take a look at Cathys blog page https://ramblinginthegarden.wordpress.com/category/gardens/in-a-vase-on-monday/ to see what other blooms have been used for today’s meme.
As I write this, the wind is whipping its self into a proper frenzy, storm Henry is doing its thing.
Hold onto your hats folks.
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