The Flowers of Dunrobin (just for flower fans)

Welcome back!  I promised to share the flower pictures from Dunrobin Castle's formal gardens in northern Scotland.

If you're not a horticulture fan, feel free to ignore this post.

Otherwise, I'll assume you love beautiful flowers like I do, and you might even want to know their official names, which I try to identify using PlantNet, so here goes:


Hoary Stock
Matthiola incana


Giant Bellflower
Campanula latifolia


Crisped-leaf pelargonium or Lemon geranium
(none of the sources had this very cool variegated leaf)
Pelargonium crispum


Giant onion
Allium giganteum

(this was a tough one - lots of different Allium options)


What if I just say roses?  There are so many cultivated roses in gardens here. I'm not an expert :)



Atlantic Waterlily
Nymphaea candida


Fuchsia
Fuchsia magellanica




Dusty-miller
Jacobaea maritima



Queen of the Alps
Eryngium alpinum




Chilean nightshade
Solanum crispum


Tutsan
Hypericum androsaemum



Before posting, I decided to add a few more flowers from my bike tour around Inverness on Thursday, including a stop at the botanical gardens.


Common yarrow
Achillea millefolium


Mammoth Clover
Trifolium medium

(sorry guys - I love purple everything, so even clover gets a nod)



Lamb's-ear
Stachys byzantina

and
a type of yarrow:  Achillea "Fanal"


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