Until about an hour ago I was definitely not going to partake in Six on Saturday today. I was strong. I was recalcitrant. I would not be bowed. Exactly who does that Propagator chappy think he is anyway? Controlling my Saturdays, forcing me to go outside into the big outdoors, rummaging around in my garden for worthy subjects, ruminating for hours to pick just the perfect words for a blog when I would much rather be lying on the chaise longue eating Monster Munch and watching reruns of The Dukes of Hazard. Then I was reminded why. The chip, which had been implanted when I was initiated into this strange cult, started tingling ominously. And I knew just what this meant. It was a warning from the Main Man that any further defiance would warrant a turn of the switch with my name on to Teach Her a Lesson. For that reason I am very pleased to present my Six on Saturday, with a song in my heart and a skip in my step.
First of all we have a pretty pink aquilegia. Yes, the march of the granny’s bonnets has begun. Each year I vow to rid myself of them before they re-seed in every nook and cranny, pot and planter. Each year I fail. Until now of course. This year will be the year that I tame the onslaught.
Now we have the flower buds of Libertia grandiflora. With a following wind these should be in full bloom by next week, but I rather like the honeyed casing, looking more like a plump grain spike than a member of the lily family.
Earlier in the week I did a little shopping, of the horticultural variety. Some things were for others, some for us. One of the new addition is this purple sage, a replacement for the bog standard green variety that perished over the winter. It is now planted up in a special terracotta pot, purchased from Fish Pye Pottery in St Ives, and is situated just outside the back door for easy access whenever I need some sage. Which to be honest has, so far in my life, been a rare event. Of course this might change now I have this lovely specimen.
Another purchase was a few lobelia and a tray of petunias. The only problem is that I have nowhere to put them yet. Those pesky primroses keep flowering and flowering and flowering and flowering. What a fabulous problem to have.
Now an emerging rodgersia leaf. This plant is in a pot and although I try my hardest to keep it well watered it isn’t very happy. On days when it looks particularly sad I whisper “when we move to my fantasy garden you will have all the damp shade your heart could desire and you can relax into a humus rich soil on the banks of a cool stream and spread your leaves in joy.” I did notice that for the first time a flower spike is forming.
And finally the Pelargonium cordifolium var. rubrocinctum is completely forgiven for its pretentious name. Anyone with a heart ……
All done. Back to the Monster Munch.
Just a thought. If anyone from Monster Munch Inc is reading this, I will happily take a large box of pickle onion flavour in lieu of any sponsorship money. I mean if Mr K has his Haribo ……….