It is that time of the week again, the time for excuses and diversions. But wait a moment! This week, all is legitimate and legal, photos and text both created today. Unlike some I could mention, however I do not like to tell tales, do I Mr K ?
Six on Saturday time again hip hip horray! For those of you still unsure of what this entails, pop over to The Propagator’s site and find not only how it works but contributions from others in his control. Once you have signed your name on the dotted line in blood, you will never escape his evil grip. But don’t let that put you off, come on, join in, the more the merrier!
To begin we have a self seeded aquilegia. Last year they got a bit above their station and I promised to cull them before they trampled everything else. They are tricky to get out, with their fleshy taproots and indomitable will, but I will persist.
Next we have a lone Iris reticulata, leaning at a rather jaunty angle. I am especially fond of these irises, although I don’t often manage to keep them going for more than one year. This is, I believe, due to the fact that they should be in full sun and sandy soil, neither of which they are afforded here. This chap might be the only survivor, jostled by Narcissus ‘Tête á Tête’, crocus and violas. I am very proud of him. However, there is plenty of time for the others to wriggle through.
Now onto the obligatory “emerging shoots” photo of the day. This is Paeonia mlokosewitschii which, unless you are Polish is best called Molly the Witch. It was a gift from my extremely talented, virtual friend Sue and has yet to flower yet. As always, I am hopeful for this year.
This hellebore is the tricky dicky that I tried to photograph a couple of weeks ago. It is in completely the wrong place and slightly irritates me every time I see it. Which is a shame because it is good one. I will move it after it has flowered and hopefully it won’t sulk too much.
A small parcel arrived this morning, with no return address. I opened it and found a pot containing some plant material. No note. Very curious. Then the two pound coin dropped. The mystery plants were winter aconites, a gift from an extremely generous blogging friend, Chloris, who has an amazing garden in Suffolk. I had been bemoaning (yes I know hard to believe) that I have never been able to grow Eranthis hyemalis in our soil (a workman blames his tools) and she generously offered to send me some of hers. They are now safely potted up and I am positive they will thrive in their new home.
For the finale I have chosen vermiculite. Not a looker, but very useful. On Tuesday I received a message from my friend Pat the Field asking if I had found the bag that she had left outside my front door the previous Friday. “No”, I told her,”perhaps it has blown away”. “I don’t think so” she said “it is quite big”. So I asked my neighbour on one side, not a sign. Then yesterday I saw my other non gardening, non going outside very much at all, neighbour on the other side “have you seen a bag of, um, light brownish stuff?”, “oh I wondered what that was”. Luckily she had not thrown it away and popped it around later but asked no questions. An animal feed bag full of vermiculite, what on earth did she think it was? The mind boggles.
So there we have it, another week crossed off, soon I will be up before the parole board. Until then, I will be under the control, for at least one day each week, of the magnificent Mr P.