Bring out yer dead: Dead Hollyhocks, that is.
Whenever I was use my goofy hand cart to harvest tall, scraggly monsters, like Mom's Heirloom Hollyhocks, my neighbor calls out over the fence: "Bring out yer dead!" To him, my hand cart looks like a throwback to the middle ages.
Here it is... another Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day. For a reality check, that picture above is a full, sad view of what's not blooming. As in pretty much everything. Though I have enough hollyhock seeds to populate the entire planet so this is your lucky day!!! If you'd like me to send you a bucket of seeds, just say the word.
Zebrina French (Miniature) Hollyhock
Little bits of color, here and there, thanks mostly to Zebrina. She's under the delusion that it's still summertime. Her sistahs kicked the bucket about a month ago. This gal is a volunteer, seeding herself in the most inhospitable place. Now, I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer... but I am picking up what she's putting down: Pahleez! Less frequent watering, thank you very much. This extra dry spot is heaven to me!
* Pop over and say hello to Carol of May Dreams Gardens ~ the brainchild behind Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day held on the 15th of each month.