This is a macro of a nosegay so tiny that it was impossible to see the intricacy of the flowers until I blew up the macro. So pretty and totally overlooked as individual flowers without this boost. It was a tiny centerpiece on my friend Patty’s dinner table. The entire bunch was about two inches across and the flowers about a half inch wide.
Below is a photo of the table with the flower cluster above seen on the green striped mat in the center of the table. There are actually two clusters of the flower in that tiny vase. I’m showing this so you can see the flowers to scale with the other objects on the table as the flowers above are enlarged greatly.
I just found this photo taken shortly before I left Mexico ten days ago on my computer desk top. I can’t seem to keep this little creeper in its place. It has spread to pretty much every part of my property, even from front to back yard and now seems to want to take over the garage (not to mention my computer). I must admit I don’t do much to try to contain this unruly guest as I love its determination and the fact that I also love its little blooms contributes to my permissive attitude.
When Pasiano went to the vivero for more soil for my new pots, I asked him to choose two plants for the pots we’d put at the entrance to my house and to just surprise me. These are the plants he bought. Yolanda says the red and white one is an “aretes” plant, which means earrings–I guess because the red hangs down from the white.Through research, I’ve determined that the arete plant (actually, earrings of the queen) is a variety of fuchsia and the other plant is a hydrangea. Mystery solved. They are the only white flowers in my garden. A surprise that the Americano chooses all the bright colors and the Mexicano chose white, albeit with a little splash of blue or red in the center.
I’m suffering from swollen eyes that make me appear in the guise of one who’s had a recent loss or been upbraided by her boss. But, much as I appreciate the words of sympathy you state, my red eyes, I must confess are occasioned by much less. I haven’t cut myself or fallen. I’m simply suffering from pollen!