As the weeks proceed this Six on Saturday malarkey is getting a little easier. This is in part due to the season, but it also because I have begun to pay more attention to my own garden. Without wanting to get all slushy and sentimental about it, I must thank the King of Prop for making apparent my wicked and neglectful ways and setting me on the road to enlightenment. Enough of that balderdash, if you want to know more, pop on over and see what the rest of the fan club have been up to. Shall we get this show on the road? I think we should, it will be Sunday soon.
First of all we have an ethereal wood anemone, Anemone nemorosa ‘Robinsoniana. This was a gift from the lovely Robin and Edwina Hill at the wonderful Andrew’s Corner garden on the edge of Dartmoor, which coincidentally is open tomorrow under the National Garden Scheme. Get there if you can! Gift is a slight exaggeration. In truth they had little chance of escape when I instigated my Lovely Plant Acquisition spell. This is how it works: you stand over a plant and say in a very loud and pleading voice “I really, really, really, really, really love that plant”. If you wish you can make a “woo woo” sound at the same time. Of course, like many gardeners, they are generous folk and pretended to fall for my enchantment. If you visit you might well see this ones mama.
These little species tulips, live in the Belfast sink in the front garden. Which was a bit of a surprise. I had forgotten that I had planted them and as the pixies seem to have stolen the label I have no idea what they are. Yes, I know, again, after all I drone on and on about the importance of labelling, blah, blah, blah….. Well tough luck, its my party and I will cry if I want to. Or indeed, not label my plants. Note to any client that might be reading this. This blatant flaunting of procedure is only allowed by me. Full, accurate and comprehensive marking of all plants (in bestest handwriting and indelible pen) must be maintained at all times. Hypocrisy, moi?
You may recognise this one. It is the osteospermum that never sleeps. Through hell, high water, and a Devon winter. Today I chopped off all its blooms, took cuttings, repotted it and wished it well. Same for its dusky sister. Harsh but fair.
Lastly we have Zaluzianskya ovata, also known as Star Balsam. I know which name I will be using. Beautiful in bud as well as in flower and, as its other common name Night Phlox suggests, night scented being pollinated by moths. A little stunner.
Thanks King of Prop, see you next week, that is if I’m not too busy gardening trying to keep up to standard. Now that cheeky Mr K has got fancy peonies in bloom, I’m going to have to up my game. The pressure is on. Adios!