magenta beauty

magenta blooms lit by gorgeous golden orange evening light avec an Oliver

I like not only to be loved
but to be told I am loved

T. S. Eliot

I don't know the name of this particular flowering shrub - this amazing plant who's blooms begin as tight round little balls of colour that gradually unfurl into these tiny fringed and quite complex blooms - like little sea anemones waving in the breeze. The pale pink version grows wild in abundance along the roads and in overgrown meadows everywhere here. This magenta beauty lives in our front garden. If anyone recognizes this plant I would love to know it's name.

Rachel (Millie's Mum) let us know that this shrub is a spirea - I do know that they are a hugely varied shrub, available with many different colours of foliage and blossoms. Merci Rachel.

Oliver knows that Miss Millie reads this blog and will see these photos. He's hoping that she will recognize how dashingly handsome he is and that she may decide that they were indeed made for each other. He can only hope, he must get his passport in order and continue to practice, fervently, his l'art du deplacément for it appears that Millie (his true love with the dark nose) has also a deep passion for the mad, unabashed, free-style parkour. Sigh.