Friday, 22 May 2009

A Scottish Garden in May

In response to Vivien's Blog I am posting up some of the multitude of flowers presently astonishing me in my very own garden. Not many words (you'll be glad to know) but if only Blogger could offer an olfactory dimension to it's blogsite then you would half-ways understand why I get so exercised by this show of munificence:


"Centaurea montana", Feathery petals of the most delicious cornflower blue.

"Clematis Montana" covering the fence at my front door greeting me with it's abundance every morning with more buds than you can shake stick at giving promise of more abundance for weeks to come.

"Prunus laurocerausus", Laurel: Dark and quiet but reeking of early summer while I drink my Bordillino and dream of Lake Garda.

"Rhododendron Evelyn", Named after a close family friend of great intellect and deep compassion.

"Scilla", or Bluebell to you and me. Prolific and my absolutely favourite colour of blue, after cornflower, ultramarine, cobalt and cerulean, and, of course Sky blue, whenever we get the chance!

11 comments:

moreidlethoughts said...

All the pretties I used to grow. In a cooler clime. Of course. This is one of the endearing things about blogs...we we can surf across time and climate zones. Makes us picky, but happy!(Mostly grey skies on my blog, but that could change!)

vivien said...

beautiful :>) the first 2 and bluebells I have too

and I'm off to photograph the first oriental poppies to open in a minute.

daviddrawsandpaints said...

"Come surf with me, let's surf, let's surf away,
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come surf with me, let's surf, let's surf away"

"Come surf with me, let's float down to Peru
In llama land there's a one-man band
And he'll toot his flute for you
Come surf with me, let's take off in the blue".

Come surf with me, let's zip down to New Zea
In Hobbit land there's a golden strand
Where continental friends can stroll
Along the surf and chat 'til dusk
Like we're on some giant roll.

Ah, yes "toot yer flute"!

Mostly grey skies here today, Dinah, so no sitting out on my three-legged chair sipping the nectar of the gods. It's like bloomin' winter again!

Hi Vivien, Even though all mine are supposedly garden flowers I consider them wild just like yours since they have to fight like hell to make themselves heard above the Dandelions and Horsetail!
Got a number for a good gardener?

ps: make sure you ask the poppies to 'fukumurarai douzo':o)
Adiosu!

vivien said...

:>D

my garden is the same! I like a natural look, no hard edged lawns or regimented flowers for me and if a weed is pretty it stays

.... though I do regret taking that attitude with the columbine - it can beat the miracle of the loaves and fishes in its multiplication

daviddrawsandpaints said...

But such a lovely bellflower - how could you deny it?
I suggest with a machette!!!

Brian McGurgan said...

The flowers look great David - you're surrounded by beauty. And if you could just invent a digital scent recorder I'm sure Blogger would oblige you.

daviddrawsandpaints said...

I'm working on it, Brian - in between a multitude of other things I will never hope to complete in my life!
The flowers are marvelous but I really should spend more time with them instead of letting them be strangled by so called "wildflowers" :o)

moreidlethoughts said...

Well, as your redoubtable compatriot says: "there's no sich thing as bad weather-just the wrong clothes!"
And, if you can sound like Sinatra, it's a deal!

daviddrawsandpaints said...

Aye, Dinah, wee Scots know a thing or three about bad weather!

And, actually I do sound like Ole Blue Eyes - on Kareoke Nite at The Horsehoe Bar when everybody's pie-eyed :o)
So you are very safe indeed!

Andrea Kobayashi 小林アンドレア said...

Fabulous blooms. Very inspiring. I have a garden make of mud and clay right now. I look forward to the day or year or lifetime when I have something like this!

daviddrawsandpaints said...

Aye, gardens are hard work - creating them out of muddy clay, planting them up, tending to their every sniffle, and CUTTING THEM DOON when they get far too big for their alloted spot!
Presently I'm in this latter stage, perhaps tommorrow (or the next day). Meanwhile the sun is still shining tho' the day is fading so I'll jist sit oot in ma front garden, reading a book on art (The Spiritual in Art by Wassily Kandinsky [the boy has nae idea!]) and bid the sun a fond farewell until tomorrow when I expect it shall shine again on the Mighty Glasgow Rangers lifting the Scottish Cup once more.

Sweet dreams to us all :o)