Still on my fern kick, this time it is the lowly bracken fern. I’ve always thought that the name was rather ugly for such an elegant, if common, plant.
A teeny-tiny, baby frond.
I’ve had a fern obsession this past week. My maidenhair fern is getting new fronds, and it is fascinating to watch them emerge and unfurl. For perspective: the pine cone in the photo below, beside the baby, is about 3 inches long.
To be continued…
My amaryllises are still going strong, but I think this may be their last hurrah for the year. The three bulbs have been providing cheer continuously since the beginning of December. I’m not generally a great lover of red but the weather has been cloudy and I’ve really been enjoying the different shades of red and the way the light plays on the petals.
The one that started the display in early December is also the one that has one still unopened bud. Obviously an over achiever in more than one way!
…and the closeup of the pollen is for Sunshine’s Macro Monday.
In spite of its rather ugly name, spurge, or euphorbia, has charming little flowers.
For Brashley Photography’s Photo for the Week: Flowers, and a second entry for Sunshine’s Macro Monday.
One of the simple joys of the just past mid-winter season is when my dad’s Pink Perfection camellias bloom. Somehow they appeal to me most on the darkest wettest days…like they are saying “neeener-neeener” to the winter weather.
These bushes are over 60 years old. My father, now in his early 80’s, worked for the local green house company when he was in high school and they were experimenting with camellia’s for corsages. Because the blooms are so delicate and bruise so easily they were not deemed a good commercial idea and they tore out the bushes. Ever the scavenger, Dad brought them home and planted them. They have been abused and battered by winter storms for over sixty years, yet every year they put forward gorgeousness in the midst of dank grey. Just when I need it most!
A stray sun beam highlights the texture of this fungus, looking lush and happy on a dead tree stump.
…if it fur is warm enough that the predicted colder than normal January doesn’t nip its buds.
I’m not exactly sure what plant this is, but its fuzzy flower buds caught my eye on a New Year’s Day walk. I loved the textures and the way the little fuzzy hairs caught the winter light.