What can I say! I'm just returning from my yearly visit to Ireland and I have to tell you- flowers were just everywhere ! Hedges of multicolored hydrangeas, fuchsias growing wild in gardens that were abandoned years ago and geraniums so blindingly, vibrantly red and prolific . They were in window boxes and hanging baskets, even planted up in an old horse trough that wasn't needed anymore.
Rose bushes, sparkling with rain bore some of the most fragrant and enormous blooms I've ever seen They are prone to black spot and powdery mildew in the damp climate of Ireland but these diehard gardeners are not to be deterred
Petunias, the likes of which I've never seen, resembled enormous flower balls in baskets suspended over the ancient bridges and streets.
Montbretias in the ditches lined the narrow one lane roads. Considered a weed by most Irish gardeners it defies all attempts to suppress it, coming back year after year brighter and stronger. Queen Anne's lace which is commonly called Cow Parsley is another example of one persons weed being another persons prized flower.
I loved that people without gardens still had flowers ! And while some people call it "yard work", these hardy souls were gardening in the purest sense of the word
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