Here we go again, the world is another year older, another year wiser. One out of two aint bad. And of course, the first Six on Saturday of the year. Check out what is happening in the rest of the world, SoS-wise, over at The Prop’s. If you have a New Year’s resolution going spare you could join the slightly-dysfunctional-but-ever-so-charming gang of reprobates. It’s not that bad.
It was a tricky SoS this week. Outside was cold and windy, all was uninspiring and there was no chocolate whatsoever, believe me I searched really, really hard until I had to rush inside for an After Eight. Repeats are inevitable. I am hoping that you can forgive or have forgotten.
We begin with one of my bedding primulas. The recent milder weather and kind winds have meant that there is a relatively unblemished flower to show you. I am rather fond of its pale notched rim and sunny eye.
Next we have Fuchsia “Bornemann’s Beste” which was rocking and rolling in the wind giving me good excuse for a blurry photo. It was a late starter and has flowered continually since September. For this I thank it.
Now a pot of deceased New Guinea Impatiens which on closer inspection appear to have been planted on top of tulips. I think they might be ‘Blue Diamond’. There are also some mysterious monocot seedlings. As it is located beneath the Libertia grandiflora, it could well be them. But I have been known to be wrong about such things.
Onto the bulls eye berries of Rhodotypos scandens, stark in the gloom of the front garden. I’ve never seen a bird dining on this shrub, I wonder if they are less than delicious. I’m not going to try them out.
And then onto the valiant Osteospermum ‘JK’, spilling over the potted yew.
Finally a nestling fern, wedged between the rocks of our boundary wall. I think it is a maidenhead spleenwort, a name that starts off Barbara Cartland and ends up Harry Potter. It is a lovely little green octopus.
That is me done. Until next time.