Never say that I am not dedicated to the Six on Saturday cause. In fact, Mr P, at the risk of blowing my own tuba, I think I deserve a special platinum star on the chart for today. Don’t know who the illustrious Propagator is? Pop over to his blog and you will find out all about SoS and discover lots of other deluded folk such as myself. Back to the point in hand. This weekend I have left my long suffering OH at home who is having to eat fry ups and drink beer and watch rugby all on his ownsome. He wont have the joy of someone singing along to all the anthems, where correct words or even language is of little consequence. Neither will he have to share his crisps or feign interest when I tell him another of my riveting stories just as a vital penalty is being taken. And later he can channel flick without fear of disapproving tuts.
I have traveled to another country, the ancient realm which is known as Welsh Wales. Actually it is only known as this to people who don’t speak correctly and get Wells in Somerset confused with our Celtic neighbours. Such as myself. For those of you unfamiliar with this land, let me enlighten you. It’s famous sons include the great king Owain Glyndŵr, Tom Jones and Ifor the Engine. It is a land of green valleys, stunning coastlines, noble castles and The Edifice. And my Mum. And as tomorrow is Mothers’ Day, here I am, dutiful daughter.
These photos were taken either in Mum’s garden or close by. I seldom venture out there these days as she employs a gardener from April to October. I like to call this imposter “The Other Garden Woman”. There is no need for me anymore (sob).
Let us begin with some crocuses (croci?) that are huddled in a corner of the garden. Quite happily getting on with the job of being a crocus without the, possibly unwanted, attention of gawping humans. Until today.
Next we have some catkins, I took this on my way to the shop to get some milk and other essentials. Yes, wine and sausages, you guessed it. I meandered a little off the path, which is par for the course.
Now we have a heuchera which I probably bought at some point. Not a clue what it is called. Rather nice though.
This mini-hebe was looking wonderful today. Perhaps because these photos were taken on my camera, the colour isn’t as true as I would have liked it to be. Luminous green, splendid.
“You must include the camellia. ” As you know, I always do as I am told.
And lastly, a primula gift from little old me. It’s called Zebra. I do love zebras.
Thanks for hosting Mr P, as for next week, well its looking unlikely. Don’t forget to update the chart!
Nice one, your mum, or your mum’s other woman, or whoever is taking bloody responsibility.
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Who knows?! Its all a little vague.
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Lovely post !!! Made me smile again Xx Mary
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Glad to hear it!
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You are hereby awarded the #SixOnSaturday Medal of Being Bothered. It’s a slightly tarnished pewter rather than platinum. That’s all the budget stretched to. I’ll hang on to it though, better to secure your on going participation! Compliments to your mother and her frankly traitorous other gardener.
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That is good enough, now where did I put the speech I prepared …….
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I of the cannabis grow house, SoSer who’s never been bothered, register a protest. Wales is hardly Australia, the Alps or even Connecticut. How many zebras did it cost her to get that pewter, I ask you. How many?
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Well quite. To be clear, in this context, being bothered as in “can’t be bothered”. turns out she could. Just…
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That is between me and Mr P, highly confidential.
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Oh and of course the zebras.
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Now that I know he can be bought, I wonder how much the BioBizz would fetch me . . .
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Is there any of your new home’s previous occupants produce left?
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Asking for a friend?
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Just negotiating my price…
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Alas, that story ended w/a police battering ram, so . . . none to speak of.
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A lovely post again. I am also in Welsh Wales visiting the land of my fathers, but in this case my mum for mother’s day.
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Thanks! Are you in the south or north?
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The heuchera, or whatever it is called, is lovely. I like wondering about it. Are you sure you didn’t paint the primula?
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If I had painted them they wouldn’t be quite so lovely. Now if you had done it …. 🙂
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Like others, I enjoyed reading your blog. … mix of humor and beautiful pictures(and a special mention for the mini Hebe and the primulas)
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Thanks Fred, will catch up on yours and the others ASAP. Very busy doing chores!
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SOS is a great venue for reading about other gardens and gardeners. I had a smile at your comments and loved the zebra primula.
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You are quite right, a wonderful meme. Thanks 🙂
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Hmmm. Selective wetness. I like that primula. Wales seems to be getting overcrowded with Mum-visitors.Even sensible mothers sometimes do have ’em.
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Very unusual primula. I have to agree with Kayti – it does look like it was created by a pattern obsessed painter. “The Other Garden Woman”, ha ha! I guess we are all a bit sensitive when it comes to our mums. Actually, I ha-ha’ed my way through the entire introductory section of your post.
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Thanks Mrs D – I wish I had bought myself one as well. A return trip may be in order. 😊
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You know, I actually have Welsh ancestry – but most of the comments are incomprehensible to me. The Primula is amazing, I hope your Mum enjoyed it.
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We know heuchera as coral bells. The ones that used to be common here were supposedly native, but I am not certain about that. Most are from other parts of North America.
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Nice to see someone else featuring their mum’s garden – although I can’t take any of the credit for my mum’s patch. Like you I bought her a primula yesterday – in my case a frilly pink ’Belarina’ but I like your ‘Zebra’ too!
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Great minds!
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Pushing the boat out again, ‘Wine and Sausages’!
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Wild!
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The hebe looks so cute – not battered and bruised like mine!
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A complete fluke, in a sheltered position and generally totally ignored!
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Well, that’s great 😊
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