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Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day - September 2016

Oops! I almost forgot about Bloom Day this month. The day slipped up on me. Can it really be the middle of September?

Fortunately, Carol of May Dreams Gardens never forgets and she hosts this meme every month. Thank you, Carol.

Now let's see what, if anything, I can find blooming in my zone 9a garden this month.

The coral vine is beginning its bloom right on schedule.

The white Texas Star (swamp) hibiscus is still putting out a few blooms.

The butterfly ginger blooms just outside the window of the room where I do my daily pedaling on my recumbent bike, so I'm able to watch the hummingbirds jostle over the blooms as entertainment while I do my boring exercise.

The tall pink (and invasive) ruellia called 'Chi-Chi' is in full bloom.


And so is its compact and non-invasive cousin, 'Katie.'

The buttonbush is still sporting its weird little blossoms.

White cat's whiskers.

Turk's Cap - the old dependable.

The bronze Esperanza has bloomed steadfastly all summer long.

And so has the 'Pride of Barbados.'

Anisacanthus wrightii is in full bloom at this time of year and attracting Sulphur butterflies.

'Darcy Bussell' rose.

Lantana.

And more lantana with Gulf Fritillary.

Pink brugmansia has been a good bloomer this year.

And the Duranta erecta (Golden Dewdrops) just keeps on going.

It's easy to see why a common name for Hamelia is firebush.

My everblooming blue plumbago.

 And last but not least, lots of zinnias.





Thank you for visiting my garden this month. I look forward to visiting yours!

Happy Bloom Day.

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    1. Thanks as always, Martin. I appreciate your visits and your comments.

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  2. So many lovely blooms, Dorothy! I always admire some of your more "exotic" blooms like the plumbago and the Hamelia, which I can't grow here. But we do have one plant in common--zinnias, which are having a stellar year in the Midwest, too.

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    1. It's been a good year for zinnias all around, I think. Actually, just about every year is a good year for zinnias.

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  3. A beautiful series of photos!
    Turk's Cap certainly is the most dependable plant I have, too.
    Love seeing the Butterflies!
    Happy Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day!

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    1. My Turk's cap blooms almost year round, a fact which butterflies, hummingbirds, and bees all appreciate.

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  4. Dorothy, you have so many beautiful and interesting blooms in your garden and I love the Zinnias! Happy Bloom Day and September...already!

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    1. Already half gone, in fact - where has the year gone?

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  5. Oh no, Dorothy, you can't forget to post for GBBD. Where would I go to enjoy what, to me, are mostly exotic blooms? For once, our lantanas did well, thanks to our hotter than normal summer - but no beautiful butterfly like yours.

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    1. The butterflies do love their lantana. It's one of the reasons I grow it.

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  6. You have a lot going on in your garden this Bloom Day, Dorothy. My zinnias are still creating a show, too, and attracting butterflies. Your button bush is fascinating. P x

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  7. Hi Dorothy, it is wonderful to see my plants in someone's garden! And that includes the butterflies. The only differences is i don't know that white buttonbush. And if you will see my post for GBBD i have lots of hoya instead of your zinnia.

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    1. The buttonbush is a native plant of North America. It is very attractive to bees and butterflies.

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  8. The more pictures I see of your gardens, the more I am convinced it is a piece of heaven.

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    1. If you saw the real thing, you'd probably change your opinion. It is actually a bit of a mess at the moment, but at least some of the blooms are pretty.

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  9. What lovely colors and such a variety of petal shapes and sizes! I would be very happy with such fabulous color!

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    1. Thanks for visiting. You must be looking forward to spring in New Zealand.

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  10. So many beautiful blooms, as usual. Your garden rocks! :-)

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  11. It’s so nice to visit your garden Dorothy, you have so many plants I have never seen before! I had to scroll down to Darcey Bussell before I found a familiar plant :-) And every time I see your brugmansia I think oh! I still haven’t got one….But once my garden is a bit more sorted I will have one, just have to choose carefully so it will survive the winter. Loved your zinnias, they are so cheery plants. Hope you have a lovely time in the garden!

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    1. And I always love visiting your London garden, Helene. You and your garden are an inspiration to me.

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  12. The photo of the blue plumbago makes me so happy! :)
    This looks really fun - Carol of May Dreams Gardens. Does she host this on the 15th of every month?

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    1. Looking at my blue plumbago always makes me happy, too.

      Yes, Carol hosts this meme on the 15th of every month. I'm sure she would love to have you participate.

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  13. Oh to have hummingbirds feeding off the ginger. You've made my brave English specimen feel very lonely.

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    1. Well, even if you don't have hummingbirds, I'm sure the bees and butterflies appreciate your ginger.

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