Saturday is flying away and I can’t keep up. Unfortunately my usual weekend regime: dawntide 10k run followed by toasted quinoa breakfast with a quick scan of Plato’s Symposium, then a brisk hike up the Matterhorn, fitting in a visit to the local nursery on the descent and some hands on gardening when reaching home base, has meant that I have only just got around to writing my Six on Saturday. Oh, hang on a minute, I think I might be getting myself mixed up with our guru The Dalai Propa. My truth is that we went to Lidl and then on to ‘Spoons for a large glass of red and some chunky chips. Never mind, I am here now. It is Saturday and I have Six. Which, if I have interpreted the rules correctly, is all that is required.
Strawberries is a great place to start. Some have been munched already, which is fine. But not by me, which is not. I have picked a few to ripen fully indoors to foil the little slimy blighters.
Rosa ‘Rhapsody in Blue’ is flowering well, and not yet complaining for her pot restraints. Obviously not blue in even the widest sense of the word, but I do love this colour, a mauvish grey perhaps? The white stripes are also nice, but possibly indicate impending doom or nunglewurzles or even Serengeti fever.
Our shopping list today included beer, limes and donut peaches. We came home with all of the above plus Aloysia citrodora, Lemon Verbena, and an Arts and Crafts sideboard. These things happen.
Continuing in the herbalistic vein, is a beautifully variegated mint snuggling up to Viola ‘Molly Sanderson’. The mint came from Mrs Bun. It was very late on parade and we wondered if it had died “but you can’t kill mint!” we said. Then, giggling I believe, it popped up everywhere. This is a little that was destined for the green bin. Needless to say, it is corseted in a pot. Its name is out there somewhere.
Now we have Glumicalyx nutans bought last year at RHS Rosemoor’s garden show. I must hold my hand up and admit it was partly bought for its name, although I am very pleased that I did. It is now planted by the side of the steps, so we can look up into the wonderful pendulous rusty orange flowers.
And lastly the lily that wasn’t the lily that I wanted. It is forgiven.
All done, all dusted. Until next time!