Allium

VJflowers, nature, photography, poetry#FOTD, flowers, garden, haiku, photo8 Comments

Purple explosions
disrupt garden bed – defy
expected order.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

8 thoughts on “Allium”

Fleur McMorrow says:

August 9, 2019 at 9:53 pm

They look like fireworks!! You amaze me with your knowledge of so many names–of flowers and birdies 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 10, 2019 at 12:17 pm
  
  Birds are my passion, flowers not so much. This name came from my husband.
  
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  1. Fleur McMorrow says:
    
    August 10, 2019 at 6:24 pm
    
    🙂 🙂
    
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sgeoil says:

August 9, 2019 at 10:06 am

Lovely! Bursts of the unexpected!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 9, 2019 at 11:36 am
  
  Thanks, Heather. Love these flowers.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    August 9, 2019 at 1:48 pm
    
    You are welcome.
    
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awisewomansjourney says:

August 9, 2019 at 9:14 am

Beautiful poem, beautiful flower, your beautiful heart, can’t get anymore beautiful than that V.J.! 😀 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 9, 2019 at 11:36 am
  
  How sweet, Deborah. Thank you.
  
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