One red flower I have grown for a second year is Monarda (Bergamot) ‘Cambridge Scarlet’, and oh boy is she scarlet. I have only grown a small patch. I wanted to be convinced that it’s vase life is generous enough and that it has that magical dynamic process of decay I always long for in a flower. ‘Cambridge Scarlet’ has not let me down on either count, with a vase life of over a week and fading beautifully. The pictures below show the flowers insitu in the garden then gradual close ups to really appreciate this complex flower with its double heads and amazing ruffs of reddy brown coloured bracts. The cut flowers stand at a statuesque 90cms.
Look what happens when they are placed in front of a red background, in the late evening sun, luscious!
Croscomia ‘Lucifer’ is another red gem in the cutting garden and amazingly they haven’t been touched by slugs. Crocosmia is fantastic in arrangements. The flowers I cut this morning are 120cms tall and the flower's outline is crisp and clean when in tight buds and blousy and beautiful when the blooms open. Occasionally, with flowers, I wonder if I am looking directly at the flower to find beauty or the space in between and with croscosmia I think it is mostly the space in between.
This one looks like fingerbob mouse from the side (cue the song, "Yoffy lifts a finger ...").
The ladder structure of the buds is very pleasing and looks almost exotic like an English equivalent of the 'Bird of Paradise' flower without the flower miles! Again the red on red looks fabulous.
Roses and the last of the rapidly fading sweet williams from the garden today (I miss them already). One might say, "Exit stage left sweet williams", with this velvet backdrop.
One of my other weaknesses is vintage advertising tins and they look great with arrangements in or at the side of them. The second picture below is with the dried geum Mrs Bradshaw. In a previous blog, ‘The Hanging of Mrs Bradshaw’, I wasn't sure whether she would dry well but as you can see she dries very well retaining the deep red colour
On this occasion, ‘seeing red’ is not about anger or danger, but the pure visual pleasure of seeing red in the garden!