Last year it was hydrangeas. This year it’s azaleas (that I briefly called “flowerballs” while their real name eluded me). Each year I pick a bloom that I see around this city to go very nutty over.
I’ve developed this inadvertant custom of taking a walkabout on 16th Avenue every two months and marvelling at how new blooms come to the forefront and burst with their colour. In fact, even my five-minute walk to work through Hospital District – admittedly a dreary area – has seen pink cherry blossoms and fragrant magnolias come and fade and give way to fuschia-red azaleas and huge holly bushes.
In my most recent walkabout, I found more specimens that aggravatingly I cannot identify: purple-leaved plants, orange flowers with petals delicate-looking like tissue paper, and “the coin plant” which has really flat round leaves rimmed with silver and with ribbings looking like cacti. Surely anyone else knows more than I do about plant species….