The worst drought in 50 years has brought an unexpected loveliness to our garden: hollyhocks.
Most years, they go by as part of the general chorus.
This year, they have stepped into the spotlight of sun, taking their place at centre stage.
They wear costumes of all colours, and are beautiful wherever they choose to stand...in unexpected places...in the middle of gardens, against walls, and wherever their seeds fell last fall.
They distract from the weeds that overtake much of the gardens, and bestow their colour and beauty on all who see them.
Hollyhocks. Tall, gangling beauties that call to mind a garden of a century ago in England. Their grace and showy loveliness brighten my garden, and my day.