Toward the end of May there was an explosion of color in the rose bushes that line our driveway. (Here, here, here, here, here, and you can take it from here, right?) And that was pretty much it I assumed, since we didn’t see much rose activity last year when we moved in at about that same time of year.
But way, way down by the street (okay, it’s a matter of perspective – it’s not like this guy’s a mile away down at the end of the driveway from the Beverly Hillbillies) this week I saw this one, lone, bright yellow rose:
See him way, way down there? “Wait, wait! Why aren’t the rest of you blooming along with me? I wasn’t ready! I WASN’T DONE YET!!”
So, brave little soldier that he was, despite being abandoned and left behind by the rest of the roses, he just…BURST!
(Is this picture sideways? The metadata says no, but my eyeballs say yes. Needs a 90° flip clockwise? Worth fiddling around with WordPress to try to figure out how to add a poll? Ermm…….no.)
So I won’t presume to state for the record that THIS was the last rose of the season. They’re doing just out of spite now. But I would note that the neighbor’s snapdragons are coming in nicely. Time to move along and share the stage, roses!
Thanks for all of the glorious colors!
Not Boston ferns, actually from about 150 miles northwest of there.
Free-range ferns. Not contained to any pot hanging in a T.G.I.Friday’s!
Update – feeling fine, just still can’t speak. It’s incredibly frustrating, like fighting with both hands tied behind my back.
Some progress on that front tonight when I found that if I basically try to shout as loud as I can, actual vocal sounds come out. Good to know, I was starting to wonder. I can only do it for a few words at a time and folks start to wonder why you’re shouting at them like some Monty Python character in what should be a normal conversation. In addition, I suspect it’s damaging and slows down the actual healing.
But any little bit of progress is welcome.
In addition to the new (at least, to me) and unusual drought resistant plants that are popping up, some have been around for a few years. These are out in front of our office building.
At our office they’ve planted a big section of “drought resistant” plants (we’re seeing a lot of that in the area as we’ve had multiple drought years and water prices shooting through the roof) and while many of them are fairly common, there are a couple that I’m seeing for the first time.
Like this fuzzy, velvet red colored thing.
The bulbs on the end are trying to burst open with little flowers and pistles and stamens and possibly some tiny Alien xenomorph type things in there. (Look at how that thing on the left is peeling back and opening up. Did we not see this happening when Ash leaned over that pod?)
So even if it’s not full of xenomorph seeds, can this at least be a baby Triffid?
Something to drive away today’s gremlins would be appreciated. I’m not picky at this point. Apocalyptic horrors don’t seem that much worse than what we’re already chin-deep in every day.
Meh. They’re probably just odd little tough bright red desert flowers that went from having a range of a few miles out in Death Valley to being in every nursery in SoCal because of the luck of the draw.
I don’t know if they got here late because they came from Texas…
Actually, on closer examination, these have a delicious combination of yellow in the middle with pinks on the outside!
I think there might have been some horticultural hanky-panky going on here. I think “cross pollination” is what the kids are calling it these days.
Yep, that’s where it happened! Lovely result!
When we moved in last year I don’t remember the roses by the driveway being in bloom, and we only had a couple of scraggly blooms in the following nine or ten months. For the longest time I don’t think that I believed that they were actually still alive. Then they started blooming like crazy about two months ago, all different colors, and they’ve been a real joy to see every day.
It could well be that they were blooming when we moved in and I just didn’t notice – one might recall that I was pretty much balancing on my last remaining nerve 24/7 during those couple of months.
But now, the yellows and whites and pinks and orange-ishs have come and gone. There are still some raggedy, browning, dying blooms on some of the bushes. But the red roses remain in good shape.
I might rarely have time to stop and smell the roses – but I always make time to stop and take pictures of them!
…because it’s a day or two past its prime?
…because it’s got ants and bugs on it?
I do love the lacy, delicate, pink highlights on the yellow leaves, as well as the texture and patterns as it starts to brown and shrivel around the edges.