Flower Karma

In the Winter time I feed the wild birds with a generic bird seed mix. I enjoy watching the birds come by to eat but I also feel good that I’m helping them make it through the rough New Hampshire Winters.

And now an unexpected result. I noticed a weed growing in my hydrangea bush (which is right below the bird feeder). The birds and squirrels had missed some seeds and I had Sunflowers growing in my front yard.

So I help out the birds in the winter and in exchange the birds help me by growing pretty flowers in my garden.

Prescott Park Flowers

I really love Portsmouth New Hampshire. I go there from time to time to bring the pup to the Dog Park and to Pierce Island which has off-leash sections. But Saturday I didn’t bring the pup with me to Portsmouth. So I was able to do some things I wouldn’t normally have a chance to do.

Such as visiting the flower gardens of Prescott Park. Prescott Park is a pretty park between the Strawberry Banke Museum and the River. It has beautiful gardens full of name tags to identify the flowers. If you have more time than I did they also have concerts in the park during the summer.

The flowers are so perfect and so beautiful that you could just walk around taking perfect pictures of flowers and they would turn out to be frameable no matter your technique (at least if using an auto function camera).

Rather than post a hundred pictures of flowers I made a mosaic of a random selection of the flowers.

You can see the Mosaic full sized here.

Full set of Flowers from Saturday is in this Flickr set (It also includes some of the pigeons from the previous post).

In-laws Garden – July Edition

So while I’m in Vermont helping out my nutty husband and Ben is home alone probably having a massive party, I figured I would fill the computer screen with pictures of flowers found in my in-laws’ garden during the month of July. I seriously don’t know why most of her stuff is flourishing while my garden is languishing. I think I have to add a lot more manure into the mix so that I have a richer soil or something.

Without further ado:

Lilies – I used to think of these as Tiger Lilies when I was a kid. Probably because they were black and orange?

Petunias still surviving the summer heat.

I really should ask my mother In-Law to write down the names of the flowers she grows, she has a head for that kind of thing. But these flowers were just the most beautiful iridescent purplish blue .

Maybe it’s a sign that I was too much of a tomboy growing up that I don’t know flower names beyond Petunia, Morning Glory, Rose, Carnation, Tulip, Forget-me-nots, and Impatients?

Beach Roses

I have lived in states that border the Ocean for over 7 years now. And for many of those years I have visited beaches on a regular basis. From Maine to Cape Cod, I have always associated these flowers with the salt spray, the sound of waves and dogs and people running along the sand. I never knew what they were.

I recently listened to Anita Shreve’s Strange Fits of Passion as an audiobook. At one point, while describing a cottage on a cove in a remote part of Maine, the author mentions the cottage is surrounded only by “wild beach roses”. I decided to look up the plant to see if I had seen the flower before. Sure enough, the pretty pink, red and white flowers I have seen and known on the beaches of my adulthood are Beach Roses.

What surprised me most? They are not native to North America. They originate in Asia.

I’m not sure if these flowers that survive the sometimes brutal climate of the New England seaboard are planted as low maintenance ornamental plants along the coast or if they actually do grow wild now. But they are a beautiful addition to the coastal areas.

Mystery bud

Does anyone know what kind of flower this flower bud will become? It’s been a bud for over a week and the flower has yet to bloom. The ants certainly seem to love the flower bud.

Irises

Another pleasant surprise in my front garden after the daffodils these the big purple buds showed up.

I was excited because I had been seeing big beautiful irises blooming everywhere in Southern New Hampshire. Mine seemed to bloom several weeks after my neighbours irises. Perhaps I just had a late blooming variety. Or maybe the area in which they were didn’t get enough light.

Domestic irises seem huge and lush. This weekend I found some other irises in Pawtuckaway State Park. Are these wild irises? Are Irises native to New Hampshire?

I ask because the are of Pawtuckaway used to be a populated area, so perhaps many years ago they were planted there. I found them on the shore of Round Pond right off old Round Pond Rd.

Flowers are so short lived.

The In-Laws’ Garden

My mother-in-law has great flowers in her garden. They are a little more north than we are so they still have daffodils:

Their lilacs are just starting to bloom:

I don’t know what these are but they are pretty:

I also don’t know what this is but I adore it:

And my all time favorite, bleeding hearts:

Boston Public Gardens

Happy Mother’s day to all mothers of all kinds.

Anyone sick of seeing flowers yet? The amazing weather lately had left me craving even more spring flowers. When I was in Boston last weekend we went for a stroll in the Boston Public Gardens. When I lived in Boston this was one of my favorite parks to run through.

Not only are there interesting statues in the park and swan boats full of tourists, but the flowers are constantly being changed to match what is in season.

If you find yourself in Boston be sure to take a stroll through the Public Gardens. They are free and they are beautiful.

Flowers – Daffodils

I like flowers.  They are pretty, they smell nice, they add colour.  But I cannot eat (most) flowers, therefore I know nothing about them.  I’m pretty sure I have a black thumb when it comes to flowers. For the most part flowers were left to my dad, the professional landscapers on the college campus and the horticulturists at Scenic Nurseries in Raymond that one time I got a hanging plant.

We bought our house as a foreclosure. The house had been vacant for over a year when we moved in last September. We knew nothing about the garden. Therefore as Spring arrived and some delicate leaves of green started emerging from the soil out front, I hovered nervously wondering what would come out. Was it a flower, a weed, an alien life form? Would I need to take care of it? Because if that was a yes, the poor plant was doomed to die.

Instead we got some beautiful daffodils. No maintenance, easy peasy daffodils. Absolutely worth “effort” for the photography fun.

And then they wilted and dried up and I think I liked taking pictures of them even more.

Maybe I’ll plant more varieties next year so I can get more varied dead daffodil pictures… is that morbid?