from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. Any of numerous plants of the genus Lobelia, having terminal racemes of variously colored flowers with a bilabiate corolla.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. A member of the genus Lobelia, flowering plants in the Lobeliaceae family containing many species, some of which are garden plants.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A genus of plants, including a great number of species. Lobelia inflata, or Indian tobacco, is an annual plant of North America, whose leaves contain a poisonous white viscid juice, of an acrid taste. It has often been used in medicine as an emetic, expectorant, etc. Lobelia cardinalis is the cardinal flower, remarkable for the deep and vivid red color of its flowers.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. A genus of gamopetalous plants, the type of the natural order Lobeliaceæ, distinguished by having the corolla-tube split down almost to the base, without a spur, and with a capsule which is two-valved at the summit.
- n. [lowercase] A plant of this genus.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. any plant or flower of the genus Lobelia
For spasmodic coughs and whooping coughs, thyme is very effective as well, but it can be enhanced by giving five drops of tincture of lobelia, which is a powerful antipasmodic.
It works especially well for flowers with thin, delicate petals, such as lobelia, heather, campanula, and many herbs.
Very small seeds, such as lobelia and musk, should not be covered by earth, but a sheet of glass over the box is beneficial, as it keeps the moisture from evaporating too quickly.
I especially love white geraniums and have just potted up some with some blue lobelia as I love that Mediterranean colour combination.
Also potted a pink peony (my favourite flower as I recall I told you about) also with some blue lobelia.
Jillie leads me through an opening in the brush, a path lined with white knotweed and purple morning glories that opens up, just beyond the briers of blackberry vines that have long been picked clean by quail and finches, into a meadow lighted with goldenrod and sunlight against the rusty tops of tall grasses, striving against the subtle blues of the lobelia and the aggressive reds of jack-in-the-pulpits.
In smaller containers, I like to mix it up with a few things—lavender with annual lobelia and Agapanthus or Gaura 'Whirling Butterflies' with Origanum and Salvia patens.
Beautifully constructed two years ago by the Dutch, it winds up from Kobo where it's sweaty-hot, to a pass where giant lobelia grow in profusion and an icy wind sweeps through the thin clothing of the shivering passengers on the truck.
Scads of petunias, lobelia, fancy begonias and geraniums, sweet potato vines, even a bromeliad.
I'm planting annuals, salvia, petunias, lobelia, and dusty miller, in a long built-in planter at the top of a ten-foot-high brick wall on the side of a long driveway.