Few flowers remind me of my childhood more than these charming and unusual plants.
I guess some consider them to be little better than weeds since they grow so readily and spread so well.
Be that as it may, they are a sweet and colourful reminder of my childhood: where I lived when I was small.
It was near the city, and gardens were not in abundance.
There hardy plants soldiered on, year after year, dying back over winter: to return again every Spring.
They are quite intriguing. They open their petals to show their lovely colours only when the light is not too bright. Hence their name: Four o’clocks.
I’m sure that there’s another title that purists give them, but to me this fits the bill nicely.
Do they grow where you live?