See lots of bluebells or purplebells as they should be called.
Absolutely amazing colours at this time of year.
A big mention for the Bluebells the line the winding paths in Canklow Woods
Also tulips that up until a few day ago, were in the flower beds at the entrance to Clifton Park Museum. Majestic.
What's your tipple?
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See lots of bluebells or purplebells as they should be called.
I have rhododendrons, camellias, azaleas, lilacs, wisteria, quince, viburnum and magnolia all in flower along with bulbs like tulips and bluebells (although they are the Spanish variety and considered an invasive weed here). Peonies and clematis will be next. I also have quite a few woodland species also flowering which are less spectacular but interesting, e.g. trillium.
Of all those, my favourites are the magnolias and lilacs which have fantastic scent to go with their beautiful flowers. I also have a camellia which as well as including my username has a mix of red, white and red/white flowers.
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Also got a few California poppies in the garden ATM.
Not as impressive a crop as this though:
https://www.latimes.com/california/s...-at-home-order
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It is a wonderful time of the year for the flora and fauna, one of my favourite walks this time of year was through Boston park onto the Whiston meadows along side the river.
Big fan of Bavarian Gentians, which also inspired DH Lawrence's poem.
Bavarian Gentians, by D. H. Lawrence
Not every man has gentians in his house
in soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas.
Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark
darkening the daytime, torch-like, with the smoking blueness of Pluto's
gloom,
ribbed and torch-like, with their blaze of darkness spread blue
down flattening into points, flattened under the sweep of white day
torch-flower of the blue-smoking darkness, Pluto's dark-blue daze,
black lamps from the halls of Dis, burning dark blue,
giving off darkness, blue darkness, as Demeter's pale lamps give off
light,
lead me then, lead the way.
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!
let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness
even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark
and Persephone herself is but a voice
or a darkness invisible enfolded in the deeper dark
of the arms Plutonic, and pierced with the passion of dense gloom,
among the splendor of torches of darkness, shedding darkness on
the lost bride and her groom.