Another Saturday ballroom blitz of beauty!
That first photo has a special significance for me. It brings back memories of ‘home’ and my mother’s garden. Mam loved her roses and took great pride in her ‘Blue Moon’ and ‘Picadilly’. They were planted in squares between concrete slabs. Not the most elegant of arrangements, but husband Joe was a ‘veg’ man. The bulk of the garden was given over to his onions and king size cabbages, and a small greenhouse that produced more than its share of tomatoes. One concession Joe did make was to chrysanthemums and dahlias. I don’t know why they appealed so much. I haven’t seen a plum and white ‘pom-pom’ dahlia like this one for the longest time! And then those rain-ravaged ones.
My friend Sue has a bit of a penchant for roses of the tattered and torn variety, so I’ve been keeping an eye on these on my hearth. They’re not quite dejected enough for Sue yet! The wild ones are lovely too, aren’t they?
That’s my Seven for this week. Eek- 9 more to go till the end of September! Blame Becky for starting us off with Square in September. I’m sure she won’t mind this week’s ‘rebel’. The Boston Ivy climbing my wall is telling me Autumn’s well on it’s way.
Happy Saturday to you all! Don’t forget to pop along and share six words with Debbie.
Einfach wunderbar…
Guten tag, Ernst! Danke 🙂 🙂
Dahlias are so wonderfully vibrant and bold, calling out to be noticed and admired – I was touched to read about your mother’s collection and glad she managed to secure space for hers…funny how flowers can hold such a strong and lasting memory. Hope you’re writing about the Open Garden event soon and sharing them with us! 😀❤️
I was at Coverham Abbey, near Middleham, and it was stunning! Just wait till you see the dahlias! 🙂 🙂
Can’t wait!! There are a couple in the village who grow the most beautiful dahlias and show them off to such effect in their front garden – if I go for a walk I make sure to pass their way for a look. I gave up on growing them when they kept getting attacked by my son’s football…now he’s older I might well give them a go again!
Beautiful colors, enjoyed your pictures!
Glorious aren’t they Inese? I was at an Open Garden event in the Yorkshire Dales this afternoon. Wonderful! X
Gorgeous flowers/images, Jo! My mother also loved roses. (Her middle name was also Rose.) You brought back memories of her gardens. Have a lovely week, Jo.
There are so many lovely ones, Patti. I never tire of them. 🙂 🙂 Thanks a lot! You too!
Stunning flowers Jo!
Hi Aletta 🙂 🙂 It’s nearly always possible to find a few beauties, but sometimes you have to look harder than others. Hope life’s treating you well?
Isn’t it wonderful when our memories are triggered by beautiful things. I smiled at your description Jo as it warmed my heart. Lovely captures. We are already having frost and the flowers have all drooped with shivering disappointment.
Frost!!! 😦 😦 We’ve just come back from a little jaunt to some Open Gardens. Still some beautiful blooms about, but damp again now. 🙂
We are off to Ireland this weekend so I do believe we are about to become very familiar with damp. 🙂
Heaven help you! 🙂 🙂 I’m sure it will! It’s very beautiful, Sue. Whereabouts are you going?
We are in Dublin for a couple nights, then NewCastle West for a week doing day trips and four nights in Killarney. Would have loved it to be longer by twill have to return to do the North another time.
It’ll still be there. 🙂 🙂 I’m jealous, rain or no.
A beautiful flower gallery Jo
Thank you kindly, Brian 🙂 🙂 Hope you’ve had a good weekend. It’s looking a little damp around here.
OH but I wish for rain. Had to start the pump on the dam and water my poor dry garden yesterday 😦
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A beautiful set of photos Jo – vibrant and uplifting a lovely post! Hope the weather has fined up a bit too! 🙂
It’s looking iffy but we’re off to see an abbey and gardens anyway xx
Sounds lovely Jo even in the rain though hope it holds off for you! Xx
We just made it back to the car in time! 🙂 🙂
Thanks goodness! 🙂
Beautiful flowers, pretty colours and spectacular photos.
Thanks, Suzy 🙂 🙂 It’s lovely to bathe in the warmth of these colours, isn’t it?