Monday, June 20, 2016

Hollyhocks


When I returned home a week ago, I was thrilled to see that the hollyhocks I'd started from seed in 2015 were, at last, blooming. 


So of course I became obsessive about getting pictures of them.


I've always loved hollyhocks -- especially the old fashioned single ones. Some where there is a picture of eight or nine year old me in my Easter dress, standing in front of a row of hollyhocks planted against the white-painted board and batten of our house.



I grew them years ago -- and now I have them again.

Please forgive my irrational exhuberance -- I did edit away at least two-thirds of the pictures I took.






10 comments:

jennyfreckles said...

Lovely photos of impressive plants. You don't see them so often these days. My grandma used to grow some.

Ms. A said...

They're lovely.

L. D. said...

I am of the belief that any well executed shot should be shared. Each one of your photos are well done. The color and the play of light makes it fun to shoot pictures of them. I have just a few hollyhocks but will be taking lots of photos too. I like your colors.

Frances said...

Vicki, I would gladly gaze upon any hollyhock photographs that you would show us.

I associate these flowers with childhood summertime, when we would pretend that the flowers were little fairy ladies with floaty-skirted ballgowns. I still see those fairies! xo

NCmountainwoman said...

Hollyhocks always take me back to my childhood. My dear grandmother had a lot of them and she taught me how to make hollyhock dolls. I anticipated the blooming of the hollyhocks as very special indeed. And making the dolls kept me entertained for hours. I not only made the dolls, I scripted stories and acted them out using the dolls as the characters. A fleeting pleasure but a great one.

Jim Egerton said...

Great shots. They look a little like a hibiscus. Are they related?

Vicki Lane said...

I remember hollyhock dolls . . . and acting out stories.

They are, Jim-- both are in the Mallow family.

barbara judge said...

Vicki -- Beautiful photos of your different colored hollyhocks. Your hollyhocks expand my memories of childhood visitations to older relative's gardens -- flowers have a way of doing that to many folks I know. -- barbara

Carol Crump Bryner said...

How wonderful that you can grow hollyhocks. I love your photos. They are very hard to grow here in Alaska, and I miss them. On my grandparents' farm in Connecticut there were hollyhocks growing near the barn, and during their blooming season my grandfather would bring a blossom to my grandmother every day when he came in for the noontime dinner. I always associated this flower with the sweet temperament of my grandfather and with his adoring affection for my grandmother.

Anvilcloud said...

There's something about hollyhocks. I grew them in my previous garden although they tended to get very eaten.