Sunday, October 25, 2009
A Floral Tour of Chez Flinthart
This was a bastard of a post to manage. My surly satellite connection dropped out twice, and I could only load two images at a time or the whole system overloaded and fucked up on me.
Okay: first, to everybody in Briz I didn't manage to contact over the weekend -- all I had was a flying visit. I tried to call a friend about lunch in town, but in the end, even that didn't happen. I had time to do wedding-related stuff, and bugger-all else.
The time is definitely coming when I have to bring the family north for a proper meet-and-greet Briz holiday, I think.
Second: I took a slow walk around the property this morning, by way of resting a bit. And I carried the camera. I don't plant much by way of showy flowers, except for bulbs -- Natalie liked daffodils and jonquils and irises and tulips. Much of what flowers here is edible. And yet the place is still alive...
Bay laurel. Yes, the kind you cook with. The tree is about 8m high. The flowers look like shit, but they smell great and the bees love 'em.
Bugger. I've doubled up. This was meant to be the Snow Pear. They look similar.
I have no idea. I think it's a weed.
Russian comfrey, I think
Wee little daisies
Dunno this one. A native of some sort, and a real bee magnet.
JOnquils. You can't tell, but they're smaller than the daffy earlier.
Oh! There's my snow pear
Dandelion with afro
Quince, I think