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Sun Loving Annual Flowers
- (of a plant) Produce flowers; bloom
- Be in or reach an optimum stage of development; develop fully and richly
- (flower) bloom: produce or yield flowers; "The cherry tree bloomed"
- Induce (a plant) to produce flowers
- (flower) a plant cultivated for its blooms or blossoms
- Calculated over or covering a period of a year
- (of a plant) Living for a year or less, perpetuating itself by seed
- (botany) a plant that completes its entire life cycle within the space of a year
- Occurring once every year
- completing its life cycle within a year; "a border of annual flowering plants"
- a reference book that is published regularly once every year
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From the archives of UNHCR: Love in Hadjikiriakion
Like Sonja, this young Albanian girl was a refugee in Greece
Love in Hadjikiriakion
The black beetle crawled slowly over the hills and vales of the tattered blanket which covered the sleeping girl. When it reached her cheek she sleepily brushed it aside without alarm or surprise for she was use to it. There were beetles just as there were flies, tiresome, perhaps, but one accepted them. The beetle’s return journey woke Sonja up and she sat up stretching like a cat, one round, olive-skinned arm catching the electric Greek Sunlight as it stabbed the gloom of the room that was her home in common with three other families.
Sonja was happy. She would have been hard put to it to say exactly why she was happy but not being introspective she did not go in for self-analysis. No doubt a psychologist would have observed that she was under 21 and that she was aware of her beauty and of its inherent power, but old Mother Sormulopolos who had lived a very long time and had seen many things, thought to herself that things were growing, even in Hadjikiriakion, and that the springy insolence of Sonja’s walk, the dark liquid flash of her eyes and the subtle air of expectancy were all part of the annual miracle of Spring. It is not quite true to say that she thought those things: she was aware of them collectively and collectively they represented a lifetime’s experience which rarely misled her.
Sonja got dressed in no time at all: no time at all because it meant only removing the blanket which had covered her and trying a red ribbon in her hair after she had washed herself. Breakfast didn’t take long either since today was Thursday and there was no coffee until Saturday, but today she was not so aware of the lack of things of that kind. She became engrossed in the flyspecked mirror on the wall and wrinkled her nose at the sight of her stained and tattered brown woollen frock and tried a little pas-de-deux to see if movement helped matters. It did, a little, but only a little. Sonja, who loved bright colors and soft fabrics with an almost physical hunger, thought of how she could get a new frock with something scarlet and white in it: she would never wear brown from choice all her life.
She sighed a little and then, shrugging her shoulders, she went out into the golden morning and walked across the immense courtyard of the old, old house in which there were so many mansions. She passed the cloistered arches of the covered surround smiling good morning at the families now coming out to greet a new day from their packing-case homes wedged under the arches. On one of the strips of wood which formed part of the wall she saw with idle curiosity an old stencil “For Saks Fifth Avenue from Paris”. Paris she had heard about, but she wondered who the lucky Mr. Saks was and whether the box had once contained some beautiful dresses made of flamingo-scarlet such as she had once seen in an American magazine. Perhaps, one day…she mused.
The young sometimes have a purpose without being aware of it and it was thus with Sonja this morning. Her steps led her past a broad window from whence came the sound of metal beating on metal and there, inside, was a well-built young man, stripped to the waist, at a bench expertly making a large key out of a piece of steel scrap. But Sonja wasn’t interested in keys or scrap steel and she waited until her shadow made Yoroshenko look up as she knew it would. His face lit up and his work stopped. They smiled and talked with apparent absorption about the key and its importance but all the time Nature’s untidy chemistry was making hay whilst the sun shone in Hadjikiriakion.
Sonja liked Yoroshenko. She knew he had once been a painter but had been trained in engineering since coming to the camp and, it was whispered, that there was a chance that he might get a job in a factory not so far away. Old Mother Sormupopolos noted all this with a sage nod of her head and something approaching a little smile drew over her face: nothing much escaped her.
Sonja lingered on until she had made a little more slight but subtle progress in imperceptibly binding the young man with the invisible emotional tentacles which are as strong as steel and as old as time itself. She moved away without haste in the full glory of the human flower in movement and of which she was half conscious knowing that Yoroshenko’s eyes were on her. The hammering on metal was not heard for some minutes afterwards.
In the afternoon there was a little flurry of excitement in Hadjikiriakion because two foreigners were coming. One of them was what the refugees called the “kind lady”, she was a social worker of a religious organization for refugees. The other was an official from the United Nations who asked questions and often looked sad when he could not promise that things would get much better soon. It was to these two the refugees looked for a chance of escape to a better world, and kept on lookin
Flower Fly on Spanish Needles
I love the bright white petals and the way they contrast with the orange gold pollen. And so does this flower fly!
But there's a downside to this floral beauty! It produces stick-like burrs that grab onto your pants and shoes by the hundreds! And are hard to get off. It's Spanish Needles! Now you know...
This native plant is a summer annual about 2-5' tall; it is more or less erect and branches occasionally. The blooming period is late summer or early fall. Each flowerhead is replaced by a seedhead that is globoid in shape and about 1 inch across. The long narrow seeds (achenes) spread outward from the center in all directions. Each mature seed is linear in shape and has 2-4 short awns at its tip. Each tiny awn has downward-pointed barbs. The root system consists of a branching taproot. This plant spreads by reseeding itself.
In sub-Saharan Africa, the fresh or dried tender shoots and young leaves are used as a leaf vegetable especially in times of food scarcity. It is an ingredient of sauces accompanying the staple food. The leaves are, fresh or after parboiling, dried in the sun and stored as powder for the dry season. In Uganda, the leaves are boiled in sour milk. Old leaves are not suitable for consumption because they have a bitter astringent taste.
Bidens pilosa is used as a medicinal plant in many regions of Africa, Asia and tropical America. Roots, leaves and seed have been reported to possess antibacterial, antidysenteric, anti-inflammatory, antimicrobial, antimalarial, diuretic, hepato-protective and hypotensive activities.
Hoverflies, sometimes called flower flies or syrphid flies.
Hover Flies ( known in America as Flower Flies ) belong to a large family of small to big flies. They are true flies or Diptera, with only one pair of wings in the Family Syrphidae. Wasps and bees have two pairs. Many species of hoverfly larvae prey upon pest insects, including aphids and the leafhoppers. Therefore they are seen in biocontrol as a natural means of reducing the levels of pests.
Spanish Needle, Spanish Needles, Bidens bipinnata, Bidens pilosa Linnaeus, Aster family (Asteraceae)
Flower Fly, Hover Fly, Syrphidae
Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden, Butterfly Garden, Miami, FL
sun loving annual flowers
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