From Nightjar,
T is for Teal ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Teal.
I’ve noticed that some of my succulent plants display a teal hue that almost glows under certain light conditions. I tried to capture that here, although this one required a bit of post-production to bring it closer to what I had in mind. I still liked the result.
Some pretty-in-pink winter flowers from Australia courtesy of Lofty.
Although its midwinter here there are still plenty of bright little things to see on the non rainy days. These little flowers are around 1/2″ or 12mm long and were trying to hide in a dark corner, but a sunbeam surprised them. Described here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epacris_impressa
Epcaris Impressa ©Lofty, all rights reserved
It reminds me of the Starship Enterprise ©voyager, all rights reserved
We’re having a steamy day today with humidity at 93% and afternoon temps of 32° before the humidex and 44° with it factored in. Luckily, I had trouble sleeping last night (this weather sets off my fibro) so I was wide awake at 5 a.m. and decided it was probably a good time to take Jack out. He seemed a bit perplexed at being woken up so early, but he cheerfully joined me and off we went. Even that early in the morning the temperature was already a hot 27° and our walk was more of a plod. We did discover that 5 o’clock is a busy time of day for rabbits. We must have seen a dozen of them in front years around the neighbourhood and every time we spotted one Jack would stop and stare. I think he was hoping that one of them would hop over and say hello and he seemed disappointed when they didn’t.
From Nightjar,
R is for Red ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Red.
In a wild poppy.
Yum, Yum ©voyager, all rights reserved
It’s a hot one here today and Jack and I didn’t get out as early as I hoped – a bit of extra gravity from the humidity slowed me down. Instead it was about noon and Jack was obviously anxious to go out so I decided the shade of the woods was our best option. Jack wanted to go swimming in the river, but there isn’t enough shade there for me so I pulled rank and we went to the forest. For once we didn’t run into any strange happenings, but we did find a patch of ripe wild black raspberries. YES! I picked and ate until my fingers were black and Jack was making the “Come on Mom” noises. I offered him a berry, but he looked at me like I was offering him poison and then he made the sad little whimper again. Sheesh! I’d pretty much denuded the patch by this point, but there are oodles more berries still to ripen so I think next time we come (very, very soon!) I’ll bring a bowl and maybe come home with enough wild, “organic” black raspberries for a pie. I know just how to make it good.
I’ll be back (with a bowl) ©voyager, all rights reserved
From Nightjar,
Q is for Quinacridone ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Quinacridone.
A family of widely used synthetic pigments with a deep red to violet color range. This opening Petunia flower is reminiscent of some quinacridone shades.
from Nightjar,
P is for Purple ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Purple.
As displayed by an Iris flower.
from Nightjar,
O is for Orange ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Orange.
As displayed by a California Poppy.
L is for Lavender ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Lavender.
A light purple representing the color of the flower with the same name. There were no lavender flowers anywhere to be seen when I got to the letter L in mid-November, but a trip to the village’s limestone formation revealed a nice surprise. Little lavender-colored crocus flowers (Crocus serotinus) work just as well.
From Nightjar,
J is for Jasmine ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Jasmine.
A pale tint of yellow representing the color of the yellowish lower part of the petals of some white jasmine flowers. I found it when a gentle morning sunray hit a dew-covered fruit of my Euonymus fortune shrub.
From Nightjar,
I is for Indigo ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Indigo.
A deep rich blue, inclining towards violet, and one of the seven colors of the rainbow as named by Newton. The indigo dye is one of the oldest dyes known, historically extracted from plants of the genus Indigofera, but I think I found it on the berries of a Viburnum shrub.
What the Pluck!
Someone came into our peaceful, wee forest and deliberately plucked out plants by their roots and then scattered them along the entire length of the path. The wreckage looked fairly fresh so it must have happened yesterday or earlier today, but who would do that? And why? It isn’t exactly violence, but it has the look of violence about it and it’s certainly senseless and stupid. Those plants were probably minding their own business, just doing that growing in the summer thing that plants do. I doubt they were shouting out insults or hurling stones at passersby nor were they likely to be plotting to do mischief at midnight. Sheesh! I hope whoever did this get weeds.
From Nightjar,
H is for Heliotrope ©Nightjar, all rights reserved
Heliotrope.
A pink-purple tint that represents the color of the garden heliotrope flower. I couldn’t find the flower, but I found the tone on an African Daisy. I wish I could have shared this photo with Caine, she loved daisies and I know she would have loved that curled petal.