Late in the season, it seems, they get blooming serious.
A garden is a relationship. In this case, it’s a bumbling one.
Dad: Why did you take so long coming up the hill? Son: Oh, I was just looking at those pink plants by the road. Dad: Did you like the flowers? Son: They were OK, but I really like the seed pods. Do you know what
Evocative allium flower buds.
The pursuit of death is the scent that brings this bee hungry to the bloom.
Less than one minute after I took this photograph, a snow began to fall which covered these flowers. Even the English primrose will not, I think, persist in blooming now.