The Rules. Mostly I dismiss them with a quasi-rebellious flick of the hand. “In your face, conformer!” I shout, on a daily basis. Orange next to pink – you just watch me! Sowing in July when the packet says no later than June, yes that is me, forever a wild thing. I don’t even wash my pots out after use, no exaggeration, I am truly that extreme. There is one Rule, however, that I haven’t been able to defy, although I have been desperate to do so for a long time. I haven’t been able to defile the sacred tenet. But today I did. And now I don’t know quite how to feel. Am I relieved, scared, proud or perhaps feeling a little deflated? Yes it is true, today I planted some marigolds in a group of four and then, just to cast the dye, in a group of six. Those of you who know The Rules will probably be wincing, some may have fainted, a few of you may get together to start a petition. I am referring to Horticultural Rule No. 364 “Thou must arrange each and every plant in groups of odd numbers, definitely not even but always odd, until yea reach the grand total of ten whence yea can do whatever yea feels like. Disobey this at your peril.”. I am yet to be struck down, but if you don’t hear from me any more you will know why. It was nice knowing you.
This weigela is planted in a “one” which is plenty with its boughs heavy with its candyfloss flowers.