One of my favorite flowers (is any flower not a favorite?) is the hollyhock — The flower from English gardens, from my great-grandmother’s garden as well. I remember seeing them around her sun porch in the summer, standing tall, waving in the gentle breeze.
A friend shared some small hollyhock plants with me a few years ago. They were all red when they bloomed the first time. Since then, they have evolved into several colors. Most years the flowers are quite large, but with our very dry summer, the flowers are much smaller this year.
This summer I do not have any red hollyhocks blooming; this is from another year.