I am expecting great things from our band of SoSers this week. Specifically the UK department. Unfortunately we must exclude residents of the subgroup The Western Isles. Something very strange has happened. IT HASN’T RAINED FOR A WHOLE WEEK, NOT AT ALL, NOT ONE DROP! If you find this hard to believe, and I wouldn’t blame you, pop over to our very own Sun God Prop’s site and read all about it yourself. And at the same time you can console any contributors from Stornoway where there is aways a rain cloud lurking. I possibly exaggerate.
To begin with we have Anemone coronaria ‘Bordeaux’. I planted these in the same pot as Hedychium ‘Pradhani’ once it had died down for the season. Succession planting, extremely grown up. Little did I know quite how wonderful the blooms would be. The first blue bossed, deepest burgundy flower literally stopped me in my tracks when I spotted it earlier in the week.
Next we have a crocus with its violet veins on the palest lilac background. It has a name. It is a secret.
Now the new foliage of one of our apple trees. Look at the vibrant lime green leafettes with the softest indumentum, everything at this time of year begs close examination and praise. Come on apple tree do your best or I will chop you down!
On to Pelargonium cordifolium var. rubrocinctum which has spent the winter outside tucked in a corner, with the barest wisp of a covering when absolutely undeniable. Flowers are on the way, along with some new leaves. Much tougher (apparently) than you would imagine.
What lies beneath? When I tipped Potentilla ‘Brohna’ out of her pot to settle into the garden, I found that the base was being used as doss house for all manner and size of slugs. They hadn’t nibbled this plant but I imagine they nipped out at night for general rabble rousing and munching away from their own doorstep. Do not fear, they will nibble no more.
Lastly Tulipa ‘Blue Diamond’. How the mighty have fallen! It wasn’t long ago that I was coo-cooing over this tulip, it had prime position outside the back door, and its every wish was catered for. Now it is languishing up by the barely standing shed, the pot overtaken by oregano and residence of the horse’s head. It is still not blue, but it was forgiven for this misdemeanour a long time ago. Exile was harsh punishment.
All done for another week, may the sun continue to warm our hearts.