' A rose is a rose is a rose...' - maybe but this is the Burnet Rose, Midsummer night's white enchantress. I have this old bush and two new ones - this sometimes loses it's buds because someone bites their stems and they fall off. But not this summer. I have been poisoning those bugs with pyretrin and some summers are better. This year it even had a few flowers open in Midsummer night!
I never wanted roses, never even really liked them, but for a reason or another they do like it here: all my other efforts with maples and some bushes have ended to death... =(. Only roses survive!! And there are already some five or six different species.
Here we have a lovely little spider in the rose... do they eat mead? Spiders? well...
One of the most beautiful flowers i know - and i know some... - is germander speedwell, veronica chamaedrys - with little blue eyes it looks at the sky, paler and not so pretty as this tiny fellow! Those flowers though small are fine featured and delicate, and the blue has a nouance no other has!
And the little stars shining everywhere...
By the roadside there still is light to grow and bloom but under the great spruce very few plants survive.
The white lupin is like a ghost or a spirit against the darkness of forest. A ray of light through the trees plays on the wood horsetail - equisetum silvaticum.
And here under a birch is a splash of wintergreen with tiny beautiful flowers!
A species o vetch - vicia - fills the ditch.
By the abandoned house lupins have seized the land...
The cranesbill grows all over old meadows and roadsides.
Thistle is a handsome and colorful plant!
A little blue butterfly has found a meadow vetchling to feed. And a field of timothy - phleum pratense - is slowly swaying in the breeze...
