I have not written a blog for so long,, I had to think how to do it
I love my holly hocks so much, and have taken lots of photos
I really thought they were an English cottage plant, but the experts say they are native to Europe and Asia
They also say they come from the Holy Land --hence - holy hoc
All I know they are in my Garden The seeds drop, and they just come up every year like proud soldiers
My tallest Hollyhock
I found this beautiful poem and hope you like it
HOLLYHOCKS
Old fashioned flowers, I love them all
the Morning Glory's on the wall
The pansies in their patch of shade,
The violets stolen from the glade
Have long been garden friends of mine,
But memories of every Summer flocks
about a clump of Hollyhocks
My mother loved them years ago
Beside the fence they used to grow
and though the garden changed each year
and certain blooms would disappear
to give them places in the ground
To something new that Mother found
Some pretty bloom or rose bush rare -
The Hollyhocks were always there
It seems but yesterday to me
She led me down the yard to see
The first tall spires, with blooms aflame
And taught me to pronounce their name
And year by year I watched them grow
The first flowers I had come to know
And with my Mother dear I'd yearn
To see the Hollyhocks return
The garden of my boyhood days
With Hollyhocks was kept ablaze;
In all my recollections they,
in friendly columns nod and sway,
And when to-day their blooms I see
Always I know Mother smiles at me
The minds bright chamber,s life unlocks
Each summer with the Hollyhocks
Poem by -- Edgar A Guest
The dark red ( nearly black ) growing through my Christmas Tree
( just pretend the hose and shovel isn't there )
