Flowers are my church, I’ve decided. Don’t mistake me, I like non-flowering plants a lot, but flowers? Their beauty inspires.
A week ago I mentioned to one of my Chicago friends that the camellia trees in the backyard of my old house in Jackson, Mississippi, should be blooming by now. Yesterday I found these beauties at Garfield Park Conservatory.
Pretty is as pretty does.
Alleys are typically dark and grungy, but not this corner in Oak Park. A spot for pale lemon colored flowers with some red specks here and there. What a lush surprise.
Summer in my corner of Oak Park is not giving up on us… yet. This mountain of Black-eyed Susans is cheery to the max. And kind of dizzying to look at. So many blooms.
Summer is winding down quickly, so I find solace in anything that’s colorful.
The Bull Thistle is a study of spiky awesomeness.
Bright yellow daisies bend and sway with the wind.
Sedum started flowering a few weeks ago, and their colors have gotten deeper each passing day.
Since moving back to #Illinois, I can’t help but notice all the attention paid to pollinators–the critters like bees and butterflies that move pollen around on a plant, causing it to produce seeds.
Milkweed is the ultimate snack for monarch butterflies.
They migrate thousands of miles for this stuff.
And they need milkweed to lay their eggs because Monarch caterpillars only eat milkweed leaves.
Local milkweed bloomed and has since faded, but these butterflies persist. I spied a few this past week and hope I might see some more before they migrate south for the winter.
A week of rain and my neighbor’s previously crispy roses roared back to life.
Trellisy flowers are also doing their thing, which is look good.
In sunnier corners, dahlias are the attention getters.
Local hydrangeas are still hanging on, but these newcomer zinnias are blooming. So many different hues. Autumn seems near.