It is a canna plant, that I saw in town on a flower bed.
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FOTD 6th July 2020: Canna
I used to grow them myself but so long ago I almost forgot their name. I saw this one in a village garden.
FOTD 19th February 2019: Canna
FOTD 7th February 2019: Canna
A regular visiter in Summer. I had two pots full and would keep them in the cellar throughout the Winter. In the summer months I would have them in the garden and they would flower regularly.
Flower of the Day: 05.09.2016 Canna
It was not such a great year for Canna this year. I had lots of big green leaves but only one flower head on each plant. Even their buds are interesting, so I snapped this one before it opened. They do not stay open for long and disappear quickly afterwards.
Flower of the Day: 31.07.2016 Canna
I have had a few canna over the years in different colours. I settled for two smaller flowering plants a few years ago and they never disappoint me. I have each in its own pot and when it has finished flowering and the leaves begin to turn brown in Autumn I shift them down to a cool place in the cellar and forget about them until the following Spring. As soon as the weather improves, is not so cold, I put them back on the porch and some time in Summer they produce the first flower stalks.
This year they were a little late, and up to now only one of them is flowering. The other has produced many large leaves, so I am hoping that it will also eventually blossom.
Canna
Although Autumn is just around the corner and we have a cold weather spell at the moment, the canna in a pot in the garden is still flowering. Probably making the most of the remains of the Summer before disappearing into my cellar, where it will stay potted and sleeping until next year when it will again take its place in a sunny spot.
“What did you say Canna?”
“I am not ready to got yet, still have a few flowers to show. Plenty of time, no rush. Just a drink of rainwater now and again and a few sun rays to keep my feet nice and warm and damp. You won’t get rid of me so fast.”
And that was a report from a small plot of garden somewhere in Switzerland where the foxes and the hares say good night to each other.
