Afternoon all, it has been a challenging day on the Six on Saturday front. In fact I am finding it tricky to comply with any of the criteria, including the most basic “six” and “Saturday” aspects. It is tipping down outside, the wind is howling and I am still indisposed in the foot department. Am I going out to take photos? No way José! Never mind, as it is nearly Christmas I am sure that our very own purveyor of comfort and joy, The Prop, will be lenient.
I haven’t been in the garden proper for a while, so I can’t report first hand what is happening out there. There have been rumours and I have imaginings. The builders traipsed back and forth through the Bed of Anarchy to repair the tiles that the scaffolders broke. The wind has been so strong and spiky that many of my sensitive souls stored in pots in the top garden, yet to return to the warmth of the courtyard, are no doubt distressed. All these things will have to wait until I brave the steps and investigate. Possibly best not to know at the moment. Let us head off down the road and see where we find ourselves.
First we have a lone lobelia flower, this photo was taken yesterday and I can say without fear of contradiction that it is probably looking even more sorry for itself now. I am very fond of lobelia, they are tougher than they look, need little maintenance and come in some wonderful colours. Their only downside, and this is being picky, is that they are a bit of a faff to grow from seed.
Next we have a packet of Allium aflatunense ‘Purple Sensation’, who with its twin is yet to be planted. I thought they would bring some early colour and later structure to the garden. I was waiting until the BoA died down a little so I could push these in between the other perennials. Things don’t always work out the way you planned it. They were very cheap, so no great financial disaster if they don’t get in the ground. As soon as I can I will shove them in somewhere, where there is life there is hope.
Now another job not done. I bought these primulas a few weeks ago, to brighten one of the planters in the front of the house when the resident annuals had given up the ghost. Perhaps in the next week I might manage it. It won’t take long and I need to keep my hand in.
This morning OH greeted with “I’ve cut the door off your plastic greenhouse, it was flapping about all over the place.” I will leave that with you.
The postie bought me a parcel today and inside was a book, a present from Phlomis Phlo. Not a Christmas pressie, a pass it on gift from a thoughtful someone to another body who might have a little extra time for reading at the moment. I have heard about this book, and am looking forward to discovering its treasures.
Shall we finish on this plucky gazania? Bedraggled but not beaten.
We did it. Some days it is more difficult than others, that is true, but all the more fun for it. Pop on over to Prop’s site to find out what is going on in the rest of the world, and yes, I mean The Whole Wide World. You never know what you might find.