Late summer on the Wassi River. Two treatments.
I’ve always thought of Hollyhocks as a bit of an old-fashioned flower, popular when I was young (a long time ago) and reminiscent to me of how gardens looked in the 1930’s and 40’s. Warm nostalgia runs through my mind whenever I see them.
Today’s rain reminded me that I had these photographs from Sweetman’s Garden in my files.