Harold Wilson once said that a week in politics is a long time. Over this past week so much has been happening worldwide that it feels like an eternity. Still spring skips along and stuff is happening; good things both in the garden and out. If you want to see how alike we are around the world, in our gardens but also in our woes and joys, pop over to The Prop’s site where all will be revealed. Here you can find out what our fellow humans have been getting up to and how many extra hours they have been in the garden when they should have been “working from home”.
First we have the same Muscari latifolium that I featured a couple of weeks ago, now all grown up. Fabulous.
Last year my little brother and his family went to Tanzania on holiday. As they are what we affectionately know as “The Cloggies”, ie they are mostly Dutch and live in the Netherlands, they very kindly posted me some African coffee instead of a postcard. Unfortunately, possibly due to my extensive criminal record, the Customs and Exise people intercepted it. They then proceed to break the seal, rootle around inside for a bit, before sending it on to me. I decided not to drink the coffee. The empty tin makes a rather nice container for a couple of baby sempervivum. Thanks bruv, it was a nice thought.
Now we have a pot of radish and spring onions, well the potential for them anyway. This is a feeble grow-your-own attempt. I made a bit of a boo-boo and bought seed tape for the radishes. It is weird stuff. A bit like knicker elastic. Nothing has germinated yet. Perhaps it was knicker elastic after all. Like the true professional I am, I have been checking for action several times a day. Nowt yet. Do you like my “no poo-ing in this pot” defence system? For the cats you understand.
A couple of days ago OH decided to dead-head the hydrangea. “Don’t stand on the bleeding heart that is growing underneath” I pleaded. He gave a look, and it wasn’t the look of love. He didn’t. Lamprocapnos spectabilis ‘Valentine’ is quite safe.
I am trying to get my Jacaranda mimosifolia re-accustomed to life in the big bad world by moving it outside during the daytime and bringing it back into the relative comfort of our dining room at night. It has been “in, out, in, out” but as yet there has been no “shaking it all about”.
Lastly we have the unfolding fresh foliage, red-edged and vulnerable, of one of our many Woolies acers. Every one a winner baby.
‘Til next time my friends, stay safe and well.