I love Cleome but not everyone does. It’s a reseed nightmare if you hate it. I don’t mind pulling out what I don’t want. It’s wispy and fun don’t you think. If you don’t like growing it then just leave the growing to me. I can handle it. There are hollyhocks growing with them but they aren’t blooming yet. Soon as they start, I’ll post the whole bed. Oh wait—Irish Eyes are watching the cleome.
I planted the Irish Eyes from seed so you know I’m excited about that. Well I planted the cleome from seed too but anyone with half a brain can plant cleome and get it to live—right!?
Mr D is being just as artsy fartsy right now. He’s practicing his fly fish ties. He looks so manly over there tying knots. He’s in his jammies or I’d show ya.
I like the smell of cleome but I bet that is a reason some don’t grow it. I call it a scent but some call it an odor.
The cleome above is in my back beds and those below are in the front.
They look delicate and sweet but they are powerful and strong too. Just like most good women. Some have thorns–ouch. Most of my varieties grow more than 5 feet tall so they are planted toward the back of the beds. I have some really pretty perennials and some very interesting Cockscomb out front. It’s almost ready to reveal.
It’s also called Spider Flower. Way too much fun huh?
There is so much more coming in to bloom and I’ll get a better picture of this bed in about a week. I’m pleased as punch. So rewarding and what a joy when someone stops to visit.