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Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day - May 2021

What's blooming in my zone 9a garden near Houston this month? Several things. Here are some of them. 

If it's May, then of course the old southern magnolia must be in bloom.

On the patio, a couple of pots of pentas brighten things.  Here's #1.

And here's #2.

And helping them brighten things is this pot of Helianthus 'Brown-eyed Girl.'

'Julia Child' rose with an insect friend.

'Peggy Martin' rose.

Ever-dependable 'Lady of Shalott' rose.

My antique polyantha rose, 'Caldwell Pink.'

Some of the daylilies are blooming. Here's a beauty next to the goldfish pond.

More daylilies, the variety name unfortunately lost.

For the first time, this cestrum which I've had for many years was killed back to the roots in last winter's freeze, but it has recovered and is beginning to bloom.

Coreopsis in a tangle of blooms next to my Japanese maple.

I've just added this coreopsis, 'Uptick Gold & Bronze,' to the garden. I have high hopes for it.

This petunia that reseeded itself in one of my beds is full of blooms.

These four o'clocks obviously cannot tell time. It was 6:30 and they still were not open.

This one next door was doing a little better.

Some of the bird-planted sunflowers that I've left to grow are now blooming.

Near the front door entry, this pot of purple and white pinwheel petunias brightens its corner.

Also near the front entry is this pot of starcluster white pentas along with some lemon coral sedum and a 'Red Sensation' cordyline.

This dark blue plumbago is blooming next to the patio.

I lost one of my hydrangeas in the February deep freeze. This one died back to the roots, but it has recovered and is beginning to bloom.

The oakleaf hydrangea always dies back in winter but doesn't miss a beat once spring arrives. The scent of those blossoms is heavenly.

The lantana is beginning to bloom.

And so is the autumn sage, here in dark red.

This autumn sage is 'Hot Lips' which starts out red and gradually goes white as the blooms age.

Here's another autumn sage in raspberry pink. The hummingbirds love all colors and visit the plants repeatedly throughout the day.

White yarrow blooms by the pond.

The old species canna is beginning to bloom.

And so is this newer yellow one.

The 'Blue Mirror' delphinium was just added this spring and hasn't really taken off yet, but it is providing a few blooms.

The native butterfly weed, Asclepias tuberosa, which I grow in pots is blooming.

And finally, here is a sweet little viola that reseeded itself in one of the pots of Asclepias.

Spring in Southeast Texas has been unusually cool and pleasant this year. We keep waiting for those 90 degree days but they haven't hit us yet. No doubt Mother Nature will make up for that lapse later on. 

I hope things are pleasant where you are. Thank you for visiting. Happy Bloom Day!

(And thank you, Carol of May Dreams Gardens for hosting us each month.) 


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  1. Everything looks wonderful Dorothy, especially those roses!

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    1. Thank you, Jayne. The garden is coming along after its February setback. Of course, none of that bothered the roses.

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  2. outstanding flower show! tx for brightening the day!

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  3. Wow! That's like a rush of never ending blooms. There's a lot of love for flowers expressed in your beautiful gardens. Although the weather is still cool in Tennessee, lots of blooms have come and gone in my more demure garden with a pop of color here and there.

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    1. Things started very slowly in my garden because of that extended freeze that we suffered in February, but it is slowly getting back to what passes for normal here.

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  4. Maybe Nature is trying to apologize for what it did to you all in Texas in February? I had some faith that some of your plants would come back but since I'm not familiar with your climate (although I lived in Wichita Falls for one winter, I didn't garden there), I didn't want to say anything out loud. Love your roses. We won't have daylilies until sometime in June, and I enjoyed your sneak preview.

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    1. Nature never ceases to amaze. It's been very gratifying to watch the garden come back to life after its near death.

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  5. Your flowers are so beautiful. I love hydrangeas and have 4 but one has never bloomed for some reason. I also love your roses such pretty varieties. I bet you spend lots of time tending to all these beauties.

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    1. You would not be wrong. At this time of the year, most of my waking hours are spent in the garden.

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    1. Your photos are just so stunning. I wish I could be half as successful with anything I plant.

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  7. Gorgeous! I was quite smitten by the pink of the pentas. Lovely colors.

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    1. I'm quite fond of the pentas, too, especially for their long-lasting blooms. Plus the butterflies love them.

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  8. Dorothy - May is certainly a beautiful and floriferous month for you. I will be waiting for my roses and they may just be starting on June 15. See you again, then.

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