Hollyhocks: Sentinels of the Rocky Mountain Garden

I have a weak spot for the humble hollyhock. As a little girl, I made dolls with the blossoms. Today, I admire them in every shape, form, color or place I find them. Often in alleys-forgotten and unwatered just self-seeding their little hearts out. Here’s my homage to Hollyhocks.

Homage to the Hollyhocks

If you have trouble growing hollyhocks -they are so often plagued by rust – be brave, very very brave, and whack them all the way back (the stalk) and let them grow back. When they come back the second time, the rust is usually gone. Clever, eh?