July was an excellent month, almost all sunshine. My flower-photo mojo had pretty well run dry, but then out walking after a shower, there were all these droplet-laden blossoms and there I was shooting away.
First, wilting roses, hydrangeas behind.
Now the hydrangeas take the stage. They come mostly in pink and blue; the colour used to depend, on hears, on soil chemistry, but now the breeders have done their work and you can get a bush of whatever colour.
The red blurs in the background are crocosmia blossoms; in the wet foreground are its leaves.
Finally, a pale rose blossom.
I enjoyed the rain; but the weekend will be dry, they say. Glad of that too.