Six on Saturday here we go again, all good friends and jolly good company. Although I’m not feeling “jolly good company” this week. On the contrary, I am rather uninspired. Dull. Boring. Bored. Perhaps a little bit grumpy. But only a little. Maybe I should ring in sick, but then again I’m away next weekend and it might look suspicious. I can’t even think of anything cheeky to say about our leader The Propagator, other than he is our leader and of course that he is gorgeous (believe me flattery works every time). I’d better just get on with, sitting here at the dining table, typing away within one hand whilst making a chilli for tea with the other, neither with much conviction. OH is watching the rugby and shouting at the ref/touch judges/players/anyone who looks vaguely in his direction, his conviction never waivers.
On to the first photo. This is no exotic bloom, but our very own, introduced invasive weed, the three-cornered leek, Allium triquetral. I have no idea how it got into the garden, and although he denies it, I have my suspicions who smuggled this ferocious monster onto my patch. *follow my eyes to the hollering mad man on the sofa*. It was looking rather lovely in the sunshine yesterday.
Thank you to everyone who enquired as to the well-being of Simon the poppy, who had the misfortune to grow smack bang in the middle of the builder’s M4 motorway. “Everyone” amounted to the grand total of “no one”. As you can see, he is looking healthy and happy. For all you lot care.
Now we have Sophora microphylla which suffered terribly at the teeth of various beasts of 2018. It has limped along ever since, like a horticultural Tiny Tim. I am very pleased that it has gathered the strength to attempt a little flowering. God bless us every one.
My relationship with Exchorda x macrantha ‘The Bride’ is turbulent. Most of the year I am not enamoured with this tumblesome, unruly shrub, but as soon as the blooms begin I fall back in love. A little bit of die-back there needs sorting, anyone know a good gardener?
I spotted this hyacinth skulking amongst the foliage of the libertia. These loose panicled blooms are stunning, the iridescent blue of the bells perfectly set off by the midnight stems.
Lastly the Salvia gesneriiflora has just begun flowering. Bang on cue, “late winter, early spring”. But it was worth waiting for. Furry. Red. Giant. This was
the one of the plants that I was unable to resist when I attended the Hardy Plant Society AGM last March. I’m so pleased that my willpower is so weak.
I made it! Now I’d better join in the shouting …….