Watsonias, the last of the spring flowers, heralding the imminent arrival of summer heat. Tall sentinels scattered orange or pink among the restios of our farm. How tall?
This tall!
Is this the tallest flower or is there another even bigger one over there?
Maybe my children shrank in the wash and this is really just a small spring flower! This one is actually taller than me, at about five and a half feet (not quite 2 metres). When the evening sun catches all the orangey red flowers they look like bright tongues of fire illuminating the bushes. That will be the next flower picture to catch with my camera, but I’ll have to be quick, the heat of summer has already invaded the spring, making watering necessary again and drying up the last flowers to mere wisps of seed heads.
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