Someone must have speeded the film up. It can’t possibly be Saturday again. There is so much to cram into every week, it doesn’t seem fair that the time seems to pass more quickly at this time of year. As we are pondering this anomaly, puzzled looks on our faces, gaining yet more wrinkles, there is a more than likely a crack team of scientists studying this very phenomena. Let us hope so. I could do with a few more hours at the very least. The hard fact is that we are back in our happy place again. Six on Saturdayland. Take a look at the website of The Grand Vizier of the Independent State of SoS where you will find other Islanders and a guide to help you on your way if you wish to join in with the conga. Let us proceed. Due to circumstance all of my flowers this week are a little wet. It has mizzle/drizzle/rained all day and although this scuppered my plans I am pleased for the garden.
First of all we have a gazania, the first flower to open from a couple of trays of locally grown mixed plants. I’m sure they have been enjoying the hot sunny spell we have had up until today. Quite what this sun-loving, South African daisy will think of the dreary North Devon weather I can’t be sure. Might make a nice change, although this is unlikely.
Next we the Salvia argentea, silver sage, a fabulously furry creature that I have mentioned before in Six on Saturday – Monochrome. I am pleased to report that it over-wintered and is as adorable as ever. A pet without the vet fees.
Now we have a hosta, which has so far escaped the inevitable ravages of molluscs. In order to keep a keen eye on it, it lives in pot outside the front door. It was a gift, along with a couple of others, from Chambercombe Bob and is just about to flower. I am very fond of it. Bob’s nice too.
On to Nasturtium ‘Black Velvet’, which although is quite velvety isn’t terribly black. A bit out of focus, but it was raining and I was balancing and who cares. This seed was purchased at an end of season cut price jamboree/full-on-combat event. Everything was fifty pence, I am hyperventilating just thinking about it. Myself and Nancy Nightingale wrestled a rather persistent lone male shopper for the spoils. No prizes for guessing who won the bout. We make a fine tag team.
A rather pretty pink pelargonium is next, unnamed, bog standard, generic and quite beautiful.
Finally, a little late on parade, we have a buttercup yellow primula. Bought on a stall somewhere on my travels, perhaps car boot sale or open garden. It is a welcome splash of colour before my tardy dahlias begin their display. If I can keep them safe. Which is not a given.
That is your lot my lovelies. Until the next time!