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The congea is just beginning to turn pink. It provides a spectacular mantle on my wall, a surreal moment of heaven on earth. I thought that the likes of Balenciaga and Lanvin would be inspired to create a similar experience in their haute couture or perfumery called florabotanica.
As the temperature changes from cold to warm, the flowers of the congea turns darker and brighter. It makes all the passers-by gape with awe. It signals the end of the cold season and the beginning of summer. And yet, the flowers will dry (not wilt) to a beautiful golden mauve just before when the days become longer than the evenings.
The bloom coincides with the mating season of owls in the area. I heard a different pitched call from the tree where Kulas, our eagle-owl resides. She has found a new admirer. They duet at night. It is a welcome call to come out and enjoy the enthralling multitude of stars and other visible heavenly bodies.
I realized that I have planted annuals that bloom from November to February. This is the most festive season in my garden. And just before the sweltering heat sizzles, I plan to soak in this marvelous time of the year.
School is almost over before the last of the congea blooms stain the grounds.
Looking forward.
Ta-ta!
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| a cascade of Congea |
The congea is just beginning to turn pink. It provides a spectacular mantle on my wall, a surreal moment of heaven on earth. I thought that the likes of Balenciaga and Lanvin would be inspired to create a similar experience in their haute couture or perfumery called florabotanica.
As the temperature changes from cold to warm, the flowers of the congea turns darker and brighter. It makes all the passers-by gape with awe. It signals the end of the cold season and the beginning of summer. And yet, the flowers will dry (not wilt) to a beautiful golden mauve just before when the days become longer than the evenings.
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| woven around the angel wings in dry arrangement |
The bloom coincides with the mating season of owls in the area. I heard a different pitched call from the tree where Kulas, our eagle-owl resides. She has found a new admirer. They duet at night. It is a welcome call to come out and enjoy the enthralling multitude of stars and other visible heavenly bodies.
I realized that I have planted annuals that bloom from November to February. This is the most festive season in my garden. And just before the sweltering heat sizzles, I plan to soak in this marvelous time of the year.
School is almost over before the last of the congea blooms stain the grounds.
Looking forward.
Ta-ta!
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