After, admittedly rather cockily, boasting of four weeks Six on Saturdaying in a row, I’ve missed two on the trot. Pride comes before a fall and all that. I’m like snakes and ladders on the The Propmeister’s leader board. Still, I’m here now and ready to join in the global embrace that is SoS and share the love, horticultural and otherwise. Things we need more than ever at the moment. Let us not tarry, the sun is shining and there is pottering to be done.
First, the bargain bin hyacinths are flowering and I am very happy that for once “random” worked for me. What a blue! I’m going to attempt to keep them so they can shine again next year, which undoubtedly summons the death toll.
I have an adage “never ask anyone to do something you would not do yourself”. For this reason, after a soggy-day shopping expedition with The Vegan Cop, I nipped back into Garden Centre and followed suit. A poppy, an erodium, a lamium and a hebe. You will no doubt be formally introduced at a later date.
I jumping up and down thrilled to see my Impatiens omeiana storming away in the very shady bed. I may be weeping next week, as I believe cold weather is on its way. Shall we live in the moment?
Next door’s fence is falling into our garden, which is a little irritating as it would probably only take a couple of nails to fix it. This is OH’s ingenious propping up method. Invisible mending!
One of a scant handful of resident plants was a patch of violets. They are just beginning to flower. Although very pretty, I think I will just retain a small patch. That is a job for another day, for the moment they can bloom away.
Finally, the glorious emerging leaves of Trillium sessile. This plant is very precious to me, as I grew it from seed and waited at least one hundred years for it to flower. After I took this picture I planted it out into the garden. I hope I wasn’t being rash.
That is your lot, my friends. Shall we have one last hug?