I know I know, it isn’t Spring down here yet, but try telling the garden that.
Recently I have noticed that some of the plants have given up on Winter and have clearly decided to move on!
I was wandering around in the bush part of the garden yesterday and noticed that the native orchids that live on our hill have started showing their faces. Yay! Most of them are just leaves on the ground at the moment though, easy to overlook if you don’t know what to look for.
It’s there, trust me.
We have a few different sorts of orchids in the garden and they have a blooming schedule that they always stick to. This one always comes up first and I always seem to miss when it is at its best, only coming across it when it is already withering. Grrrr.
Luckily I was paying more attention this time and finally caught it when it was just starting out.
Voila! There it is.
Can’t you see it? It’s right in the middle of the photo….
Well, now you can see why the family are terrified of stomping around up there if I am out in the garden. All they hear is Oi! Watch out! Gerrof me flowers! 😀
I will zoom in a bit so you can see it……
Tall Greenhood Orchid.
There you go, a Tall Greenhood Orchid. They are very good at looking like a thick piece of grass aren’t they? There are a few orchids the same vein in the garden, hiding in plain sight pretending to be grass, so I live in hope of finding a previously unseen one each year. 😀
A while ago I did a photo post about the wild carnivorous plants in our garden so I thought I would share a photo of the tiny flower that the Sundews produce near the end of their season.
Although each plant produces a spray of these flowers at the top of their stem they usually only show one or two at a time. They start off pink and fade rapidly to white.
I am also using this post to try to make you arachnophobes feel better about the other post I am doing today, sorry to all of you 😀
How nice was this. We are taking mum out for lunch on Saturday as part of her mothers day present so the Man of the House and I took a drive down there to book the table.
On our way out the door I walked past one of the ladies who worked there as she was arranging a flower display. She smiled at me, then asked if I would like a bunch of flowers. Of course I would! She handed one to me and said they had just had a new delivery and the old ones were still too beautiful to throw out.
Such a lovely gesture made my day and I thought I would share them with you all too. Thank you unknown lady! 🙂
An added bonus was that it gave me a chance to tease the Man. He had walked ahead to the car as I was perusing the goods in the shop. Once I caught up with him he looked quizzically at the expensive flowers as if to ask how much they cost.
I said, ‘don’t worry. I didn’t pay for them, some really hot guy just gave them to me.’ For just a minute there he was not sure if I was serious or not. Unfortunately I cracked up, spoiling the illusion. 😉
I love this word. A tussie mussie is a small bunch of flowers, a posy, typically given as a gift. It was originally the name used for the small bunches of flowers people carried in medieval times to mask the smells around them.
For hundreds of years flowers have had meanings attached but this became very popular in Victorian times and they used tussie mussies to discreetly convey messages. We still recognize some of the meanings used such as; a red rose for love, a poppy for consolation, a yellow rose for friendship and rosemary for remembrance.
A bride carries a tussie mussie on her wedding day although now we use the term bouquet. The tradition of a bride carrying flowers down the aisle began in order to mask any bad body odours in a time when bathing was a quite rare occurrence (although maybe they should have just had a wash). It was also carried to help drive away evil spirits.
Evil spirits are also the reason why the tradition of bridesmaids began. They dressed similarly to the bride, as did the men attending the groom, in order to confuse any malevolent spirits that might be lurking as to who was getting married.
Funny how traditions stay with us even though we don’t remember their origins. If you are yet to be married just remember when you walk down the aisle your flowers better smell more strongly than you do and that you are surrounded by evil spirits. If you are lucky they will latch on to one of your best friends instead of you. Maybe the new tradition should be to use people you don’t really like in your wedding party and dress the most annoying one in the prettiest dress…