There’s nothing like going to the Botanical Gardens after everything is in full bloom. But when was the last time we visited the gardens, before the majority of the flowers burst forth? I usually wait until the azaleas are blooming to go and see the gardens, or like last year, I saw the beginning-of-summer flowers. That was because I had only just arrived back from Australia, of course.
I went to the Clemson Botanical Gardens on a sunny Saturday, though it was still a bit cool out. Well, I thought so, at least, wandering around in my jeans and flip-flops, but I saw others running around in shorts and tank tops, as if it was full summer already.
The great thing about gardens like these are that there are usually signs around, telling you what flower or tree you’re looking at. Not every one, but I did try and look for them. But I already knew the camellias, by sight.
Camellias bloom early, in the south, and don’t last very long in wet or cold weather. Many of them rot while still in bud form, so I had to search the Camellia Path in the Gardens, looking for some that weren’t past their prime, or hadn’t been killed by the cold.
When I reached the pond, I realized how tame the local ducks are. Of course, children love to feed them, so they’re completely accustomed to people. Nevertheless, I didn’t walk fast, towards them, afraid to startle them. They ignored me completely, and then ignored the kids that stopped by, a few minutes later. It wasn’t until a couple came by with a chocolate Labrador puppy that the ducks leaped to their feet.
The little white and yellow narcissus were blooming, but what I really liked were the “flirtie eyes”. I can’t remember, now, what their actual name was. I think they were pinks (yes, that’s the name of a type of flower). So, the purple and white “pinks” were also known as “flirtie eyes”. Such a sweet name, with a pretty, old-school spelling.
In passing, I don’t know what type of tree was just forming its leaves, but I liked the shots of the leaves that hadn’t unfolded yet, were just beginning to unfold, and the finished product. Except the finished product isn’t full size yet, either.
When I returned to the Caboose Garden, I really enjoyed the color contrasts of the red caboose and the yellow flowers. So much color, just what we need after winter, don’t you think? I find the caboose itself difficult to photograph, though, in any way that makes it look artistic. Or just a boring old photo. I think it’s because I haven’t found the correct angle to take it from, yet.
More trees forming their leaves. I had actually been looking for any trees that had white flowers, like in front of Hunter Hall, because then I would check the label and it would inform me what type of tree it was. Surely, there would be a white blooming tree, somewhere in the gardens, right? Not so much.
Again, fewer bushes were labeled, where I was wandering, than should be proper in a botanical garden. This last bush with its fuzzy yellow flowers smelled just wonderful. Some of the flowers were so heavy, they couldn’t hold their heads up to the sun, which showed me their downy white undersides. Fascinating colors and textures.