The most perfect blue.

There is just nothing as beautiful as the blue of these flowers. I've tried to paint and draw them and there is no way to make them look beautiful as they do in real life. When I went out to water everything this morning, it was very overcast and some of the flowers had not fully opened. I love that. They remind me of little bats wings unfolding. And I was touched by a lone flower blooming among the fading and the fresh feverfew, and whatever that bedding plant it is I put in this summer that's popular at the moment, its jittery white blossoms poking out here and there. It has covered the oregano which is usually pushy enough to fight it's way through anything.

Balcony garden

This is the south end of my little garden. Bay laurel which stay out until December and then tolerate the indoors for a few months before I put them back where they belong. When I put them out, the house seems empty, when I bring them in, it is cram packed. There is also some basil, a queen of the night, impatiens, some of which has volunteered in my christmas cactus. And there is my sweet opuntia.

This is my feverfew. I love it. It has been a constant companion no matter where I lived for almost 20 years.