Spring at Traou an Dour 16-3-23

Before getting back into the DIY I took the camera for a spin around the garden…


The heather has started to flower…


This rockery flower is ~0.5cm across…the bugs are back


The magnolia is starting to unfurl…

This has been dipped in sherbet…


Daisy plus bug with psychedelic wings…


Simple yellow primrose … there are loads of these starting just now

Monsieur Le Heron has started to chill a bit

Grape hyacinth in full bloom…


Pine cone in the making…


Baby dandelion with assorted bugs…

Pine needles close up

Rescued azalea coming back to life..

Her Royal Highness – Bowie

In the Bleak Midwinter

The idea was to try to find some colour…

First primrose ~ 1cm across

My glamorous assistant Bowie the non binary stray cat.

Magnolia bud

Pretty in pink

Daffodils will be ready well before Dewi Sant..

Water drop at Traou an Dour

Toffee apples?

Kate Moss?

Daffodil soldiers standing at attention

A rose by any other name – starting to bud already!!

Vibrant violet….

An Autumn Contemplation –

If you open the images in a new tab it is better…

My Thai style Avalokiteśvara with patina…

Autumn shadows – I am a big fan of this plant – lots of texture…

Bombus Pascuorum ? Bumble bee on flower with fragile ice like stamens.

Who is the daddy?

An emergent leaf on a rose in the Southern Precinct. Two open palms accepting an offering…

Pampas grass and micro-bug….guess which way the wind blows….

Trippy pink rose tunnel into another dimension…

A sparkling tear from heaven on a pristine rose.

The lady in red – Schizostylis Coccinea – Hesperanthus

Y ddraig from Beddgelert…

Buddha Twirls a Flower

When Buddha was in Grdhrakuta mountain he turned a flower in his fingers and held it before his listeners. Everyone was silent. Only Maha-Kashapa smiled at this revelation, although he tried to control the lines of his face.

Buddha said: “I have the eye of the true teaching, the heart of Nirvana, the true aspect of non-form, and the ineffable stride of Dharma. It is not expressed by words, but especially transmitted beyond teaching. This teaching I have given to Maha-Kashapa.”

 Mumon’s comment: Golden-faced Gautama thought he could cheat anyone. He made the good listeners as bad, and sold dog meat under the sign of mutton. And he himself thought it was wonderful. What if all the audience had laughed together? How could he have transmitted the teaching? And again, if Maha-Kashapa had not smiled, how could he have transmitted the teaching? If he says that realization can be transmitted, he is like the city slicker that cheats the country dub, and if he says it cannot be transmitted, why does he approve of Maha-Kashapa?

At the turning of a flower
His disguise was exposed.
No one in heaven or earth can surpass
Maha-Kashapa’s wrinkled face

In the midst of Drought – Amaryllis

If you are going to San Francisco, wear some flowers in your hair…

Greetings pilgrim ….Namaste!

Open wide, now say aahhh


Amaryllis belladonna?

From Wikipédia….

Amaryllis est un genre de plantes à bulbes de la famille des Amaryllidaceae. Ce sont pour les botanistes les « amaryllis vraies ». En revanche, les fleurs ou bulbes commercialisés sous le nom d’« amaryllis » sont le plus souvent des cultivars d’un genre distinct, Hippeastrum. De plus, Amaryllis est un genre dont la classification est encore débattue par les botanistes et tend à se réduire à un petit nombre d’espèces, voire une seule : l’Amaryllis belladonne (Amaryllis belladonna).

Amaryllis belladonna, qui produit une floraison rose à l’automne, peut être facilement confondue avec Lycoris squamigera dans leurs aires de répartition commune. Elle se distingue principalement par la disposition très régulièrement espacée des tépales formant le périanthe de sa fleur, tandis que ceux de Lycoris squamigera sont plus espacés et irrégulièrement disposés.

Comme les Lycoris, les amaryllis vraies fleurissent sur une haute tige nue, ce qui les distingue aisément des Hippeastrum dont le feuillage pousse en même temps que la hampe florale.