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Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day - June 2015

The color of my June garden is orange. After two months of almost daily rains here in Southeast Texas, June dawned bright and dry and it has stayed that way for the first two weeks of the month. Only today and for the next several days do we have the promise of rain once again. And about time, too! Things had gotten quite dry here. They will tend to do that with the sun shining down daily and heating things up to the mid-90s Fahrenheit for a couple of weeks.   

Joining our parade of orange are the daylilies, of course.

Including the old "ditch lilies" that I brought home from my mother's garden long ago.

The firecracker fern is heating up and putting out sparkles, getting ready for the Fourth of July.

Justicia 'Orange Flame' is beginning to burn as well. 

The patio table planter holds red-orange wax begonias.

And in the wildflower garden, blanketflowers are blooming.

The cosmos adds its orange blooms to the mix.

By the fence, these old cannas have been in bloom for a while. Soon they'll be sending up new blooms and starting the cycle over again. 

This crocosmia scape is nearing the end of its bloom.

The milkweed is blooming. This is tropical milkweed. Earlier this year, I planted native milkweed of the swamp and the tuberosa varieties. Neither has bloomed yet but that hasn't stopped them from attracting Monarchs. The butterflies have found them and laid eggs on their leaves. 

These marigolds reseeded themselves from last year and are happily blooming their little hearts out.

Even the insects are orange! Here is a ladybug on my passion vine.

There have been a number of orange Monarchs through the garden recently.

Of course, there are the orange Gulf Fritillaries.



And the Gulf Fritillaries-to-be, also orange, are munching their way to butterfly-hood on the passion vines.

 
What color is your garden this month? Whatever the color, I hope it is one that pleases you on this June Bloom Day. 

You can explore the colors of other gardens through links at May Dreams Gardens, our host for this monthly garden party.

Happy Bloom Day!

Comments

  1. I always enjoy seeing your blooms, Dorothy, because you have so many plants that are different from what we can grow here. The firecracker fern is one of those--what a great plant for the Fourth! I guess the main colors in my garden right now are pink and purple, but once all the lilies bloom, it's going to be a riot of clashing colors:) Happy Bloom Day!

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    1. Clashing colors are great! That's Nature's color scheme, isn't it? I look forward to visiting your garden.

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  2. Our front is full of yellow blooms.
    Beautiful pictures, Dorothy. Especially those of the butterflies.

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    1. Yellow is always in season in the garden. And so are butterflies.

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  3. You have many of the same plants as are in my garden. I featured white for June, but next month the oranges will show up again (they haven't left but more orange flowers will be in bloom then.)

    Crocosmia and Tithonia are not yet blooming here, not the orange flowers of Bengal Tiger Canna. Happy Bloom Day.

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    1. I have quite a few purples and whites in my garden as well this month, but orange certainly is dominant as it will be through most of the summer.

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  4. Love all your orange in the garden Dorothy and your capture of the Monarch is beautiful!

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    1. There have been quite a few Monarchs through the garden lately. It is always heartening to see them, as we hope for their recovery from all the catastrophes they've suffered in recent years.

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  5. Beautiful!
    Love the Monarch photo!
    Happy Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day!

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  6. The colour here is predominantly pink. Which is odd, because I don't see myself as a pink person at all. But I have discovered the delights of pink and orange combos, so all will be well!
    I'm glad the Monarchs are returning.

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    1. I like the combination of pink and orange. And throw in a little purple. Maybe a little yellow. It's all good!

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  7. Wow, your garden is on fire! Lots of beautiful color. How fortunate you are to have such beautiful butterflies as visitors.

    Your passion vine looks so lush! Please tell me what conditions it likes. I have one in a large pot. It started looking sad and some leaves turned yellow and dropped. I turned to Google for answers and thought it had gotten too dry so I've tried to keep it well watered. It didn't really improve so I went to a garden center and was told it needs frequent feedings. That doesn't seem to have helped either. Any suggestions?
    Happy Bloom Day!

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    1. Mine is the native passion vine and it does grow very lushly, especially this spring with all the rain that we've had. Some of the newer varieties are not as lush-growing. Which one do you have? In my experience, these vines don't need any special treatment. They grow in most soils and, as long as they have adequate water, should do well. Could it possibly be that the vine is unhappy in the pot? I've always grown mine in the ground. Good luck with yours.

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