It is incredible that I can manage to write anything at the moment. The reason for my distraction is that seed from the Hardy Plant Society has arrived and I am very excited. Possibly unnaturally so. More of that tomorrow, today I must try to stay focused because it is of course Six on Saturday. I missed last week and I am afraid I will be named and shamed or even worse, no one notices, if I don’t contribute. For those of you who wish to join this not-so-secret sect pop over to the blog of our guru The Propagator and you will find out all about it. Don’t send him any money though, he has all mine already.
Firstly we have some hydrangea flowers, well the battered husks anyway. There are a few remnants left and I have begun thinking about pruning them. Don’t cry out in fear my friends, the “thinking” is only stage one, the “actually doing” could be a few weeks down the line, by then hopefully the cold winds will have abated and the buds will be safe.
Next is a crocosmia shoot. Anyone who has been listening will know that I am often cursing this sneaky cormous individual. Many hours have been spent digging up montbretia, only for them to return the next year, if not sooner. This one is however a little different. It is Crocosmia ‘Coleton Fishacre’, syn. C. ‘Gerbe d’Or’, a wonderful (and well behaved) creature. Rich olive green leaves set off the warmest of apricot flowers perfectly. A gift from the lovely Hero, I am very happy to grow it again.
Number three is a new garden resident, he is standing guard at the base of a Japanese acer, hopefully scaring away predators.
Now onto Rosmarinus officinalis, just a bog standard Rosemary. But it is very special to us. Our beautiful Charlie cat, who features in the header of this blog, is buried beneath it. She loved to sit underneath the large, gnarled and woody, specimen we have in the garden. I often wondered if the fragrant oils soothed her as she slept, as now her place is taken by other visiting felines. Charlie was left behind when our neighbours moved house and we took her in. Before coming to us she lived outside for years, ever since they bored of her and got a puppy instead and the two could not live in tandem. I like to think her final years with us were happy. She soon became accustomed to laps and fires and cuddles and sofas. Bless her.
Outside the back door I have a huddle of plants, that in a perfect world would be in a greenhouse, but as we all know it is far from that. So I have herded them together for warmth. One of these is Pelargonium cordifolium var. rubrocinctum (apologies). It is statuesque, standing proudly in spite of its circumstances, and so far has not faltered in the winter weather.
Finally a horseshoe. We bought this, and a couple of others, from a cardboard box of assorted sizes at National Trust property Arlington Court. Here they have an amazing carriage collection and some magnificent horses to pull them. Some say the shoes should be displayed prongs up in order to catch the luck, some say the prongs should be pointing downward to stop luck escaping. Who knows? Perhaps I will try turning them around and wait for the lottery win. Or perhaps this life I have is considered lucky enough to be counted as lucky and I will be doomed if I move them. I think I will leave well alone.
That, is that, my Six on Saturday. Thanks Mr P. Hopefully, if the horseshoes allow, I will be back same time next week. If not, the puzzle may well have been solved.