Are we there yet? No, I’m afraid we’re not. Hunker down chaps, we’ll get there in the end. No problem, all this self-isolating gives us plenty of time for Six on Saturdaying. Except I couldn’t fit it in yesterday. So here I am, the crack of dawn, trying to get it sorted. I seem to be in a bit of lull gardenwise at the moment. The tulips are just hanging there, reluctant to colour, the herbaceous stuff is beginning to show a leg but nothing too dramatic. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough. I remember last year thinking I should do something about filling this gap. Next year I will definitely do something about filling this gap. However I managed to rustle together a meagre six and if you wish to see what the rest of the gang are up to pop on over to the great Marvello Propello‘s blog. Let us get on, soon OH will be serving me my lightly boiled egg with marmite soldiers.
First of all we have a self-seeded primula, crammed into a gap in a low drystone wall. It has obviously had an interesting life; scarred, battered and bruised from run-ins with mollusc and cold winds. However, in the spring sunshine it looks most fetching. Perfect is so last year.
Next we have Lilium ‘Forever Linda’ which had been tucked around the corner in the “resting” area for out of work plants. It took me by surprise as to how close to flowering it is. It is ear-marked to be planted out in the garden today. Whether that talk will become the walk is debateable.
I love dandelions. They are great for pollinators and telling the time. The other day I saw a lady acting rather suspiciously on a patch of rough ground not far from our house. As I passed by, she gave me a wry smile and I realised she was picking dandelion leaves, perhaps for her guinea pig or rabbit, or perhaps for a salad for herself. Dandelions are great. They may or may not make you wee the bed, clinical trials underway.
For the past two weeks “COME ON PEGGY!” has been periodically shouted at a nondescript pot of compost residing in my dining room. I potted up all my dahlias a couple of weeks ago and they are now sitting in the pathetic plastic greenhouse, hopefully thinking about some action. This one had special treatment, bought into the warm of the house. It is the dahlia I named after my mum. The full story is here: It is All in the Name. Eventually, as you can see, she listened to my pleadings. That’s a first. (not really)
A couple of years ago I sowed some Lathyrus aurea and some Laythrus vernus. Then all the labels fell off/broke in half/rubbed off/didn’t exist in the first place. Since then I have been waiting for one to flower so I know which is which. And here it is. The first flower of Laythrus vernus. And very lovely it is too!
Lastly, we have the magnificent barnets of Muscari ‘Mount Hood’, although a few seem to have lost their wigs. This year I have become a grape hyacinth fan, I will definitely be trying more varieties in the future. More plants, that is what we need!
Take care and be safe my friends, ’til next time.