Hollyhocks

I remember these flowers from my youth. My grandmother had some growing at the side of her little clap-board farm house. I wish I had a photo of her gardens. These are all from the internet.

I remember them being much taller than any of the kids that would be playing around outside.

Their beauty framed the old windows to the kitchen

I do believe they were one of my grandmother's favorite flowers.

Aren't they gorgeous!

I guess most people planted them around windows so they could be enjoyed inside and out.

I loved the black hollyhock.

With their gold centers I found them absolutely captivating.

Bees and wasps were familiar visitors to her gardens. She loved her flowers.

It's pouring here today. After cat-sitting,  I am off to look at kitchen cupboard designs. Onwards and upwards.
                                                   "Oh Audrey, for crying out loud."

hugs, Deb