Flowers

I came across a patch of these delicate, pastel-colored flowers. I don’t know much about flowers, but I think they might be creeping phlox:

Creeping phlox (Phlox stolonifera) is a low-growing, mat-forming plant that is often seen spreading as a ground cover, in rock gardens, and even in crevices of stone walls. It blooms in the late spring to summer with clusters of fragrant, five-petal flowers that stretch almost an inch across. These flowers tend to attract butterflies and other pollinators to a garden. And after they’re done blooming, the creeping phlox foliage still remains green and attractive for much of the year before dying back in the winter. Plant your creeping phlox in the spring after the danger of frost has passed. The plant has a moderate growth rate.

Taken with a Sony RX100 M3

Eirah’s Roses

I thought I had already posted about this, but after checking I believe I didn’t.

The “Eirah” in the title was my wife.

She enjoyed gardening of all kinds, but her first love was growing roses. She was particularly fond of old roses, especially those from the English grower, David Austin.

She also participated actively in a number of Facebook groups related to this topic and naturally she wanted to post pictures of her roses. As I’m an avid amateur photographer I was tasked with taking the pictures.

Initially she posted individual pictures, but after a while decided to combine a number of pictures so that they could be seen as a whole. For some reason this became known as the “calendar” even though it really wasn’t. While this was a good way of sharing a lot of pictures at once it had a major problem: the pictures were really small, and you couldn’t see the individual roses well.

So, we decided to do a photobook instead. I would provide the pictures and she would provide some text to go with them.

I dutifully took the pictures (mostly because she reminded me to do so), but she was a very busy person and never got around to providing the text. She passed away unexpectedly in 2020 after a thankfully brief illness.

Even though I lacked her text, I decided to go ahead with the book anyway after her passing. Since I don’t know much about roses I borrowed text from the David Austin web site.

So, this is very much in memory of my lovely wife of forty odd years.

You can see more pictures of her roses here.