It is the last Monday in July. (How did we get here?!) Of course that means its time for a little dose of "Flowers in the House." Like a virtual pub crawl featuring flowers to drink in and to get drunk on all of their blossoming beauty. ( Bonus: no hangovers!) A wee cluster of thistle to get us on the way.
Fennel. My fennel plant is as tall as I am. (Which pending on which way you look at it is pretty tall...or not, as I am rather on the short side.) It seems to be one of the few plants in the garden that hasn't minded the absence of rain.
A tangle of mint and scabiosa. (Who named scabiosa? They should be slapped. )
I keep flowers until they are so past gone. (Do you do that too?) I love them so much in all of their stages. These still smell amazing. The scent is heady and sweet. The perfect perfumy mix of now & of a time gone by.
And that, is that. You can wander yourself into pretty flower oblivion by stopping by Jane's.(Thanks Jane!) I don't even think she ever gives last call.