Monday, June 02, 2014
Just when you think a flower has washed away in the floods, or burned away in the droughts, or withered due to benighted neglect, they come back. These always seemed to be sat on by groundhogs or bunnies.
These pretty tradescantia are blooming and have grown from seeds scattered by their predecessors. The blueness and purple makes them some of my favorites.
Tradescantia blooming is the second in my trilogy of flower themed mystery novels.
Posted by Richard at 3:14 PM