A couple of weeks ago I was in my doctor’s waiting room, quite happily making imaginary diagnoses of my fellow patients with one eye whilst reading a magazine with the other. Do not try this at home, it is a skill I have taken years to perfect. Just as I was about to find out who Baroness Fortescue-Dimblesquat was going to marry, my name was called. Before enquiring about the possibility of an extra-pair-of-hands transplant, I complained that I had not been allowed to wait long enough. “Reading a gardening mag?” he asked, “Good Lord no, I seldom read them!”. He laughed “no I never watch medical dramas, I have enough of that gruesome stuff here”. Which on reflection wasn’t comforting.
However one thing I did read in a magazine was that if you position Eurybia divaricata, formally known as Aster divaricatus and commonly known as the white wood aster, in the sun you are missing a trick. Always keen to find good specimens for shady areas I moved some of these asters into the wooded area in Max’s garden. Yesterday in the gloom these star-like flowers shone out like welcome beacons. Perhaps I should start reading the press more often.