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Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day - November 2017

November. It always sneaks past me. Barely has it begun when I look up and it's Thanksgiving. Somehow, I always think I have more time to prepare, but suddenly there it is! Sigh. You'd think I'd learn after all these years.

And here we are, in the middle of the month already, and, yes, there are still a few blooms around the garden. Let me show you.  


November is the month when Cape honeysuckle shines.


The plant is covered in these bright blossoms just now.


It's also the month when yellowbells (golden Esperanza) is at its best.


The bronze Esperanza is a little past its prime but still has a few blooms and its contingent of bees.



The trailing purple lantana is covered in pine needles from my neighbors' large pine trees, as, in fact, is everything in my backyard when the wind blows at this time of year.


The yellow lantana rested for a while but now it, too, is blooming again.



As is the peaches and cream lantana.



'Cashmere Bouquet' clerodendrum is sending out what is probably its last blooms of the year.



The weird little blooms of porterweed always seem to be covered in butterflies like this tiny skipper.


The groundcover wedelia is in full bloom.



'Coral Nymph' salvia.



Salvia greggii (autumn sage).



Marigolds.



And more marigolds.


Blue potato bush (Solanum rantonnetii).



And a relative, the ornamental potato vine (Solanum jasminoides).



The fragile-appearing blossom of Tradescantia pallida 'Purple Queen,' which is actually not a bit fragile but practically indestructible.



Blue plumbago, another indestructible.



The tubular blossoms of the flame acanthus (Anisacanthus wrightii) are a magnet for nectar sippers like hummingbirds and butterflies.


Butterflies like this Monarch, passing through on its way to the mountains of Mexico for the winter.


  
The delicate little flowers of convolvulus 'Blue Daze'.



A second generation tithonia. This volunteer plant was reseeded from its parent that was planted in the spring.



The funky blossoms of the shrimp plant.


Golden dewdrops (Duranta erecta).



Past its prime but still blooming - chrysanthemum.



Yellow cestrum. The plant has been blooming since spring.



And then there is this. Several of these interesting mushrooms have sprung up next to beds bordering my patio recently. I haven't been able to identify them yet, but I find them quite pretty in their own unique way.

There you have it - your Bloom Day tour of my Southeast Texas garden. Thank you for visiting and thank you, Carol of May Dreams Gardens, for hosting this meme each month.

Happy gardening.

Comments

  1. Beautiful! I especially like all the purples
    Happy Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day!

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    1. They are getting scarcer but they are still around if I look them out.

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  3. Loved the tour. After a week of quite cool temps and many clouds nothing is blooming in my yard except the Cape honeysuckle, the geramiums and the hybiscus bush. Yesterday came warmth and sun so I have high hopes for the plumbago. But the star of your tour is that amazing mushroom!

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    1. Isn't it strangely beautiful? I still haven't been able to identify it. Hubby asked, "Do you think it's edible?" But I think it would be a mistake to test it!

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  4. All the blooms so lovely. It gives me a moment of pretending our growing season is not done where I live.

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    1. I'm always glad to share my blooms with my northern friends, just as I appreciate your pictures of fall colors and of snow.

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  5. A few? It always feels like high summer on your Bloom Day, whatever time of year!

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    1. Well, it still feels like summer on some days here, although the temperatures are slowly moderating and plants are beginning to tuck themselves in for a rest.

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  6. Oh yeah, we almost really have the same plants! Although they are much lushier and bigger in your part of the world, because we are much hotter here. Even a glimpse of that skipper seems to be familiar.

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    1. Skippers of many different species are everywhere in the garden in November. I'm sure you must have similar species there in the Philippines as well.

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  7. Wow, so many blooms! I love seeing all of them, especially since my garden is now a frozen mush:) But it makes me especially happy to see the butterflies and the bees again. Happy Bloom Day!

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    1. You and your Illinois garden are in a resting period, Rose. I can only hope that we get a "resting period" this winter.

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  8. How awesome to have such great color this late in your garden year--wherever it is that you are :) I haven't seen pink honeysuckle so your photo is quite a treat.

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    1. These flowers will continue blooming until our first frost, which, on average, comes around December 11 - although last winter it didn't come until the first week in January.

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