Today I've been cutting down a lot of the marguerites in the back yard, because they've pretty much had it. They're at their best in June, it seems. Now there are just lots of wizened brown stalks, plus the start of new leaves down at the base of each clump. Not to worry, though, because the shastas are just getting going in the front yard. We've got some real amazonian clumps, the sort that dominate the scene and make the neighbours think I know something about gardening after all. The regular shastas are good:
The ones with the split (double?) petals, though, are real showstoppers. I call them the "froufrou" daisies:
The cats were off sleeping in the shrubbery, but now Harriet has come inside and demanded to sit on my lap while I blog. Those of you who've met H will know that typing around her is a bit of an extreme sport! Voluptuous kitty.
This post is dedicated to Daisy-cat, in Toronto.
3 comments:
Aren't they pretty! The over the top double daisies are best.
Did geek take the photos or did you?
I hope that you stopped typing and gave Harriet "Queenie' Tubman your full attention. And also if Harriet gives you any grief about my calling her Harriet Tubman once again, she needs to know that the original H.T. was a SAINT!
Photos du polar, naturellement! That's why the flowers float and the light is so enchanting.
Daisy-cat sends her regards and a couple of licks.
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