
I took this macro photo of one of the few surviving blooms on my red bleeding heart plant. It's not alone because the others wilted. It's alone because Keiki picked all the rest of them about a week ago, arranging them carefully on our picnic blanket. "For you, Mummy!" he crowed, and I didn't have the heart (bwa) to scold him.
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I finally downloaded a bunch of photos off my dSLR memory card onto my main desktop. I haven’t done so for over three months, which is a new and entirely undesirable record for me.
I found this photo of the lithops in bloom from early September. The bloke gave me this tray of “living stones” eight years ago. It started blooming regularly when we moved to Worcestershire and it went to live in the conservatory, where it gets plenty of light and we often forget to water it (which is exactly what it likes).

I found this photo of the lithops in bloom from early September. The bloke gave me this tray of “living stones” eight years ago. It started blooming regularly when we moved to Worcestershire and it went to live in the conservatory, where it gets plenty of light and we often forget to water it (which is exactly what it likes).

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The three amaryllis bulbs in our bay window have all produced spectacularly this year, so I got out my macro lens & tripod and had a play. Humuhumu sat in her Bumbo on the kitchen table, watching me and commenting, so perhaps this counts as her first attempt at artistic direction?

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In an effort to salvage something positive from what was a rather depressing weekend, I took my 100mm macro lens to the new(ish) Orchid House in the Cambridge Botanic Gardens on Sunday afternoon.
( Orchid, orchid, orchid, purple thing, hellebore )
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San Diego Botanic Gardens, Encinitas, California, USA

“Visit the botanic gardens” is not an activity that ever appeared on my lists of things to do when I was living in San Diego. Partly this is because I spent those five years in a basement lab staring at oscilloscopes. Mostly it’s because when I wasn’t doing that, I was more interested in going out dancing than I was in staring a birdhouse for half an hour, watching a cute Bewick’s wren feed the noisy chicks inside. Or tracking dogfights between Anna’s and Costa’s hummingbirds. Or making lists of succulent cacti to try and grow at home (indoors).
My inclinations have changed with age, and I was lucky enough during my visit to have a companion willing to check out the attractions of the botanics on a warm, overcast afternoon.
( Hummingbirds and lizards and succulents, oh my! )

“Visit the botanic gardens” is not an activity that ever appeared on my lists of things to do when I was living in San Diego. Partly this is because I spent those five years in a basement lab staring at oscilloscopes. Mostly it’s because when I wasn’t doing that, I was more interested in going out dancing than I was in staring a birdhouse for half an hour, watching a cute Bewick’s wren feed the noisy chicks inside. Or tracking dogfights between Anna’s and Costa’s hummingbirds. Or making lists of succulent cacti to try and grow at home (indoors).
My inclinations have changed with age, and I was lucky enough during my visit to have a companion willing to check out the attractions of the botanics on a warm, overcast afternoon.
( Hummingbirds and lizards and succulents, oh my! )

The tulips the bloke gave me that are entirely unrelated to Valentine's Day have reached my absolute favourite stage in their evolution. Their petals have acquired a delicate, crepey texture and the appearance of watered silk. I had to get out the macro lens to try and do them justice. I didn't manage to capture them to my satisfaction, but as I have to keep reminding myself, perfection isn't the point of this project. Completing it is.
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