Although I generally prefer bold colors in the landscape, softer ones can make the reds and yellow pop. More muted colors can also provide a calm feeling.
This year the rains we had in June helped the Desert Sages perform like I’ve never seen them. This is actually a Cinizo (Leucophyllum frutescens) even though we all call it a Texas Sage or Desert Sage. It’s not even in the sage family.
This Desert Sage is in a different place. It’s color has a more purple hue. It’s amazing how full it was with blossoms. That’s why in nature, they burst out in color after a rainstorm. Then very quickly turn back to a silver green foliage plant.
Henry Duelburg Purple Salvia (Salvia farinacea ‘Henry Duelberg’) is one reliable plant. For seven years it has bloomed and spread to fill a 11′ x 5′ bed from two small plants. It’s a favorite of bees.
Speaking of pale colors, this bird that sways in the wind is slowly rusting away. Note the metal fork that balances in that tiny trough. Strong wind may twist it around or have it hanging by one prong, but it has never fallen to the ground.
It is confirmed that this plant is a Plumbago (Plumbago auriculata). I posted an earlier picture and wondered about its correct identify. But recently I saw one at a nursery and feel sure it’s a Plumbago. All summer it has bloomed like crazy.
This plant was purchased at an independent nursery in Abilene. I’ve not seen another one. It was not labeled. When I asked for a name, it took a long time before someone came to tell me it was an Indigofera. I’ve looked at pictures of Indigoferas on the web, but they don’t look like this plant. So, I don’t know for sure what this plant is.
The leaves are tough and feel like a succulent. It grows low on the ground spreading out. The flowers that resemble Balloon flowers before they open don’t last long, so it’s difficult to see the whole plant in bloom at once.
They even dry well, and the flowers look pretty much the way they look while living.
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But how can one not appreciate the glories of nature.
“Pride is a steamroller. It’ll clear the path for a while, but sooner or later it’ll shift into reverse, and then…look out.” The Sea Glass Sisters by Lisa Wingate