Bits of of the Tea Garden and other flourishing blooms . . .

I never cease to be amazed by the intricacy of flowers. Here is a seed, nourished by water and sunlight, and soon it transforms into something almost too predictable that a seven-year-old child would draw. A ring of tiny yellow flowers surrounded by evenly spaced pink peddles. 

 Zinnias, they are perfect.

 Even as they begin to fade, there is the elegance of an old ballerina . . .

 Foxglove stole my heart years ago during my first attempt at a lush flower garden. At the time, the woman at the nursery warned me against them, stressing their extremely poisonous peddles weren't suitable for around small children. My children are a bit larger now, but I never noticed them picking flowers and putting them in their mouths. 

 Alyssum is like bread or salt with dinner. It fills the gaps to make the garden complete.

 This is a runaway volunteer rose bush that I transplanted. It looked as if it had no hope, but the first green leaves are beginning to emerge. . .

 The Cosmos planted . . . First the six pack I bought is blooming, while the seeds I spread, became sprouts and are chasing to catch up.

 Shasta Daisy . . .

 The beautiful blue tone of the vigorous butterfly bush.

 And our new found friend . . . Kangaroo Paw, this variety is called Tequila Sunrise . . . 

 Volunteer something . . . makes our yard have patches of a meadow . . . 

 And my all time favorite, Hollyhock, appreciating its wealth of water and our beaming sun.

                                                          ~Marica