Last week I planted another Black-eyed Susan, which wasn’t in bloom when I got it from the nursery at that time. Since yesterday, I have a beautiful blossom in my garden. And the Vanilla Sunflower I started from seed, finally opened up as well.
Yep, we’ve got Calendula and Morning Glory blooming in the garden. I planted quite a few Calendula from seed early on this year. They suppose to keep the tomato worm at bay. The same I did with the Morning Glory. I wrap the vines around the top of the chicken wire. This is my first year, I have Morning Glory. And in the photo is my fourth blossom. I call this a success.
In June of last year I got a Texas Star Hibiscus plant from a local nursery, which focuses on native plants. The star hibiscus bloomed beautifully in Summer through Autumn. In Winter it got cold a couple of mornings. I thought, I lost the plant to the freezing temperatures. But, to my surprise, in April it came back. And now, it is blooming again. 🌺
This macro photograph shows the stamen (filament and anther) of a poppy flower. This is the part, which needs to be pollinated for seed production. Still hidden by the stamen is the poppy pistil. It will contain the seeds for the next generation of poppy flowers.
Perfectly for the Memorial Day weekend, a red poppy began to bloom in my green house. Two years ago, I learned something very interesting. I was always wondering, why poppies would be brought up with the Memorial Day remembrance. And here is the answer:
The red poppy grew profusely on the World War I war zone of Flanders Field along the coast of Belgium and France. Poppies blanketed the battlefields with a sea of red, and so have come to symbolize the blood that was shed there. With 368 WWI U.S. soldiers buried in Flanders Field cemetery, the red poppy, or the Flanders poppy as it is now often called become a symbol of wartime remembrance. (Resource: Botanical Interests)
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.