The lone peony . . . looks a bit like the Sydney Opera House from this angle, doesn’t it? I had such fun photographing this beautiful specimen. Even though I had to contort myself into uncomfortable positions to get some of the shots . . . unlike in the studio, where I can just move the flower. Wasn’t moving this one, or taking it off the bush. It’s the only peony I’ve ever grown! And I want to enjoy it as long as possible!
It took seven or eight years, but at long last, ONE of my four peony plants bloomed!!! And this is the ONLY bloom. So, of course, I had to photograph it for posterity.
I’ve heard that it takes 5-7 years for peonies to bloom, and a few of my friends are finally getting blooms on theirs too – we think the unusual amount of heat we’ve been having has had something to do with it – hopefully though, this means that next year we’ll have more . . . because they’re SO pretty!!! In both colour and monochrome. Which I will post later . . . after-all, I spent something like half an hour photographing this one flower, so I have lots of shots!
Thanks for visiting, and I hope you enjoy my peony as much as I do!!
I took this photo a week ago – at the height of our wicked heat wave . . . Saw this bee trying to take a nap in the slight shade provided by my begonias, and I couldn’t resist – despite the fact that the bright orange (see what I did there?!) sun was beating down, causing the temperature in the shade to be 35+C. I think that’s almost 100F for you Americans.
This is my entry this week to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – this is the most orange photo I’ve ever taken!
Here is my entry to Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge. The theme this week is trees or tree parts. I took these first two last fall, during one of our super-fun periods of restrictions, when there wasn’t a whole lot to do, except walk around in the backyard and take photos. Luckily, our backyard is actually a farm.
This last picture is from a camping trip we took to the Okanagan-Shuswap in 2014. I absolutely love the Birch bark, and how it just curls off the trees. When I was a little girl and we lived in Ottawa, I remember peeling this stuff off the trees and attempting to write on it, because we’d learned something at school about the First Nations and how they used the natural materials around them for a variety of purposes. The idea of writing on Birch bark captured my 9-year-old imagination.