Two of my favorite people share today as a birthday. One is Forgottenman, who has, I hope, already received his photo tributes via Jibjab, but now I’m thinking about my Mother, who would have been 110 today if she had lived.
Recently I read a letter where she mentioned how when I was a baby I used to pick the heads off flowers and bring them to her. Misguided then, as I still am now in some matters, I have nonetheless learned to leave the flowers where they grow. I took a little walk in my garden today, Mother, imagining you were here with me, seeking out the flowers that are less profuse now than they were a few months ago.
Winter comes to Mexico as well, and although it cuts a less-wide swath, our cold snap seems to have inhibited the hibiscus and even the poinsettias, that should be fully in bloom by now. This is what you would have seen if you had been able to take my walk with me. If you click on the first photo, all of the photos will enlarge and you can go through them as a slide series and also read their captions:
This little begonia is easily overlooked.
Berries on the heavenly bamboo will need to substitute for holly.
This orange thunbergia is beautifully invasive.
The lipstick plant seems to bloom year round but is hard to photograph.
This is the one vibrant rose-colored hibiscus that hasn’t chosen to stray over to my neighbor’s side of the wall.
All of my jade plants are flowering, many of the blooms gone to seed.
This is the only hibiscus presently blooming, other than the large bush next to the wall, where most of the blooms are growing on the side that droops over my neighbor’s wall.
These thunbergia are on of the hardest flowers to photograph. I don’t know why.
Morrie and Diego are very interested in this new little rock garden at the junction of the two brick pathways because it was a section they used to pretty consistently dig up, either to eat grass or to bury their bones. Now they are somewhat mystified by what has sprung un in their playgeround, even a month after the planting.
I almost missed these papaya blooms. In another month I hope to be eating the fruit beneath them.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.
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Beautiful walk with your mother close to your heart. ❤
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A beautiful post and tribute to your mom.
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All the above from me, too. She’d surely have loved it.
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What a wonderful garden
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I always love photos of your garden, with its Mexican colors and tropical plants! Especially wonderful — the light colored hibiscus and the bird-of-paradise lily! I didn’t realize that the papaya flower is so dainty! Happy b’day to forgottenman — and to your late mom!
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What a beautiful garden to walk in every day. I would be out there so much, just to keep my soul affirmed.
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Beautiful garden!
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A beautiful tribute to your mom Judy!!!
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This is lovely, in thought and vision. You have created an oasis for a home.
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Thanks, Dawn. It feels that way to me.
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You’re welcome
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A lovely tribute to your mother!
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I just loved strolling through your garden with you & your mom on our shared birthday.
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Happy birthday, many more, Mr Forgottenman!
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Thank you, Ms. Dolly!
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You are very welcome.
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Beautiful tribute for a precious memory of your mother, Judy.
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