The most impressive is at left, this little-seen (at least, by me) native wildflower with the charming name of merrybells (Uvularia grandiflora). Great for a moist shady garden.
Not mine, needless to say.
Over the garden fence, this glowing tulip – possibly a fosteriana tulip, judging by the mottled leaves. It was just casually planted in a narrow strip of ground, but what a punch of colour for a dreary corner.
One of the objects of desire in my sister’s garden, what we think of as Anemone pulsatilla – but which I learn on looking up the spelling is Pulsatilla vulgaris. With friends like this, who needs anemones?
Like most buttercup family relations, including clematis, this plant also has an interesting seed head, plus the cute fluffy leaves. I’ve killed untold numbers of these trying to get one going in my garden.
Daffodils, too, seem to dwindle and die at our place. (The patch at the top is from a neighbour up the way.) I just can’t give them whatever ideal English growing conditions they need to thrive. Daffs being the national flower of Wales, and our mother being Welsh, I’ve nursed many of these to the same sad fate. Good to see them so happy somewhere nearby.
The purple one on the left really counts as cheating. It isn’t in the garden. I captured it in its advanced floral state in a nearby corner store, and I wish this blog had smellorama. It’s the wonderful stock (Matthiola incana), an intensely clove-scented feature of our grandmother’s garden in Wales every spring (along with fragrant wallflowers).
Now, I need to go back with some cash to get some for myself. TTFN.