S loves white flowers. When we first moved here, we set aside a space to be the white garden. As the seasons changed and the trees grew, it did not turn into the loveliness envisioned, mostly for lack of enough sunlight. But today, there is still evidence of my passion for white flowers. The pure white with just green, is fitting for the honoring of the Irish, so here is a sampling.
Azalea:
Camellia:
Spirea:
Erlicheer (Narcissus):
Pansy:
Petunias, ready for planting:
Wild Violets: the grass contains hundreds of blooms.
Violet with grasshopper:
Wild Cherokee Rose, just getting started:
Tea Olive--a favorite for its heavenly scent:
B's English Peas:
Wild Plum:
Dewberry Blossom:
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Cherokee Park, the westernmost park in the chain of parks in uptown Tallahassee, is named for the Cherokee Roses once planted there by the city.
ReplyDeleteThe roses were there at least into the mid-80s, maybe a tad longer, in the circle made by the sidewalk splitting and curving around it, right in the center of the park.
(There were once two tennis courts on the lower level of the park.)
Thanks, Lesle, for the interesting history. You taught us something. Neither of us remember the courts and we have been here several decades.
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ReplyDeleteFriday, April 4, 5:30 p.m., just spotted a larege clump of blossoming white cherokee roses completely surrounding a pine tree, just next to the very back road in Roselawn Cemetery.
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