Oxalis glowing in its drab winter surroundings. 
Lachenalia quadricolour welcoming at the garden gate
A neglected secret garden bright with Oxalis pes-caprae, Soursob in Austalia, Bermuda Buttercup in New Zealand and many other names in many other places.
A nudge and a wink in an otherwise dormant garden. A Geranium my grandson grew for me when he was 10. It has flowered year in year out through rain, snow and drought for 9 years.
Chaenomeles japonica on a fence behind a droplet covered Betula alba. In summer hidden behind a curtain of leaves, in winter glowing in morning light where we see it on first waking.
All the sparkling diamonds the faeries left behind after their nightly forays through my garden.
Oooo...I love the water droplets on these clover!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my place today. I enjoyed your comments on 84 Charring Cross.
x o Willow
What a beautiful part of the world you live in Arija...
ReplyDeleteI just can't even imagine... flowers blooming outside in the winter!!! Now I could stand a winter like that... I will be enjoying these..
oh and i love red geranium. thank you
All the flowers make the winter cheer, but the red Geranium is special!
ReplyDeleteArija,
ReplyDeleteWhat a pleasant surprise! Thanks so much for the wonderful poem and comment on my post. Your pictures are stunning. I love them. What a creative person you are. Hope to visit your blog again soon. Come and visit anytime. Have a great day!
The Bach
Thank you for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteI read some of your posts and looked at your photos. This post has excellent photos. I love flowers too.
What a delight for the eye, heart and soul your blog is.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your good advice on my problem garden visitors. So far, the neem oil has arrested most of them.
Thank you Arija for your comment.) My garden is on sea level, I mean it is probably about 20 m up a hill looking downwards to the new EcoVillage. I couldn't have a better view. This place is teaming with birds, much better than the high density suburban living.) I have planted some roses, some in pots and some from cuttings stuck into the ground. For no reason at all, I didn't give them TLC, they grew and flowered and I said, you darling roses and we went from there.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by my blog yesterday...I'm delighted to find yours - I'll be back and look closer when my trip is done. These photos are lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh you lovely people to come calling. I would dearly love to make a large pot of Lady Grey tea and feast you on my mother's oatmeal cookies.
ReplyDeleteThank you for all the encouraging comments too. God bless you all.