My mother lived for a while in Louisianan and then Florida where Cannas thrive. When we moved to Oklahoma she was always struggling to get these tropical beauties to bloom on one side of the house or the other. The hot dry summers and the bone chilling cold winters of Northern Oklahoma were too much for these cousins of the banana plant. I keep meaning to plant some but I always think of it at the wrong time of year.
Last week I captured this picture in a neighbors garden at the “golden hour” when the sun had set the leaves on fire with color. The spider web on the post to the left of the plant adds the perfect fall touch. I’m sure there is a haiku in there somewhere. Anyone care to to try?
Also, as I watch the news of the Middle East, I can’t help think of our Sudanese next door neighbors who brought a rare red pock-a- dot Cannas for their garden from Egypt. It and they are safely transplanted and thriving here in the US.

Your beautiful blog comforted me and reminded how wonderful it is to be surrounded with people who experience life and find joy in it. Thank you. Hugs, Barbara
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Your words warm my heart Barbara, I feel the hug. May the flames of Autumn brighten your life.
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http://roslynrosssmallstones.blogspot.com/2012/09/flowered-flame.html
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I hoped you would write something for this beautiful flower.And I got my wish with your beautiful haiku
Everyone go see it . 🙂 Carol
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Thanks carolisle. We went out shopping after I wrote it and here in Lilongwe, Malawi the Cannas are in glorious flower – mostly red – it seemed appropriate. In many ways they are an under-appreciated flower and yet so hardy that the beauty almost goes overlooked.
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Oh thank you for your story. Around here in Northern Calif. they have to be cultivated and attended to a little more, Lets if I remember right you are in the Southern Hemisphere so it is spring it must be beautiful.
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Is this a different variety of Canna than Dad had in Ponca. They sure thrived for him. I brought some of them to McAlester years ago and they are still growing and multipling. The ones I started in Yale a few years ago have done well also. Two years ago we had a wet summer and they grew to 9 ft. 3 inches tall. They made my 5 ft.2 inch Mary look even shorter than that. This summer with the drought they only got about 2 feet tall. But there still with us. lol
Neal
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Who knew? I think my mom tried to grow them when we lived on S.13th. There was no shade.
I think I do remember your dad’s. Where were they? There are all kinds around here. I just asked at the nursery I can get some in late winter r early spring. Unless you send me some 😉 Yours soudn spectacular! I hope you took some pictures.
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I didn’t take any pictures this year because it was so dry they didn’t do much, much less bloom. Dad had that small area between our driveways full of Cannas, and then that flower bed by our front porch filled with them. He really had good luck with Cannas. If (IF) I can find the picture I took of our 9 foot Cannas with Mary beside them I’ll try and send it to you. That was summer before last. And they were in full sun all day.
The Cannas dad had beside the porch quit comming up 2 or 3 years before he died. Never did know why, but . . . he died in August, and the very next spring those cannas came back up and were just beautiful. That was kind of odd, but I think they came up just to honor him????
Neal
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That’s a fabulous capture. Love the colours.
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Thank you Jo 😀
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Excellent work my friend ,I love your interpretation for this week theme my friend 🙂
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So glad!
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I really liked your thought of “Autumn Flames”… how appropriate for these lovely flowers…Yes, I have had some… but, our cold winter took them like so many others… I think I’ll try them again sometime…~mkg
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Me too I’m ready to try them in the Spring if I can remember. You know somewhere I once heard that Cannas were candle flame Lillis . Or am I just imagining it?
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you’ve got me there…might have to look that up…
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So beautiful. Words and photo. You speak like a poet, and think like a storyteller.
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Caught me 🙂 ! Yes isn’t life a story and the more poetic we make it the better. Thanks for noticing.
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