After my week’s respite from Sixing I am feeling energised and inspired. Not really. I thought that if I typed that it would become the truth, but no, it didn’t work. The week has been draining, but on the whole great fun. No doubt some of you will also have had to endure/enjoy above average temperatures that inevitably wilts us Brits and suffer the relentless horseflies that pursue gardeners for sport. Still I will do my best for you and most especially for The Most Worshipful and Esteemed Propagator who never shirks his responsibilities and is relentless in his pursuit of the perfect Six on Saturday. Let us begin.
First, we have Leucanthemum ‘Engelina’, a shasta daisy. Unfortunately, the Head Gardener (me) thought it would grow a little taller than it has and its beauty is hidden by a more vigorous salvia in front. It doesn’t seem to have done it any harm, we can live with a little leaf nibblage. For the meantime I will excuse this error by considering it a lovely surprise to come across when rummaging around in the border.
Next a eucomis, full name unknown. It was a bit of a surprise when it appeared. I don’t remember ever acquiring one, by fair or foul means. It seems to have made itself at home all by itself. No complaints though, I am always open to those kind of unexpected events.
Onto Nemesia ‘Myrtille’, bought during my bargain bin extravaganza a few weeks ago. It, and its scarlet mate, are filling spaces in my Belfast sink planter in the front garden. Someone (yes, I’m looking at you Mr Mollusc) decimated my gorgeous red bedding verbena, which I believe are now called glandularia. I know, sounds like a tropical disease. The culprit has never been found although the case is not yet closed. The ver… glandularia are now in a safe place, we are keeping their exact location secret for security reasons.
Last year I bought Lycianthes rantonnetii as a mere stripling, but before the season was out it had shot up to 2m. In the spring it was moved to a more appropriate place. It didn’t turn a hair and is now flowering beautifully and growing splendidly. Result. If only life was always so simple.
Earlier in the week Mrs Bun asked me to chop the lavender outside the Garden Room. As it was headed for the compost heap I offered to take it off her hands. At the moment it is drying outside in the sunshine. Sometimes you have to be in the right place at the right time.
When I visited Marwood Hill Gardens a couple of weeks ago, the wonderful Malcolm gifted me this Impatiens arguta ‘Alba’. Yesterday I noticed that it had started to flower. Fabulous. A wonderful present.
That is it, all done. Until next time!