This is as close to getting the fuchsia to stop blooming as I have managed. The orchid potted atop a bird bath is a nice counter-balance on the other side of the front porch. Many of the pots in the garden are glazed blue. One cannot have too much blue around.
This is one of the roses I obtained a license to import from the UK a few years back. A true lesson in logistics.
The white fairy-like hovering of iris 'Nada' blooms bobbing on their wiry black stems enchant a relatively ancient stand of clivia that populate the space between "our secret" to a long marriage. His and hers sheds):-
The yellow tabebuia- Hawaii's gift to the California landscape- towers at the front window- like a yellow -orchid tree. With the heat wave, I expect the flowers will soon drop, leaving long pods to clip before they turn into ugly brown thingies.
Thank you to Carol May for hostessing this International sharing of the kaleidescope of color.
Mr. Squirrel is enjoying his snack of the last of the tangerines. I like that my garden melts into the wilderness. Formal gardens have their place, but they do not touch my heart in the same way as when spontenaity flourishes.