Here we are again, Mad May, and things are speeding up again. Weeks are flying by, soon it will be mid summer’s day, then September and then months of gloom and doom. Have I cheered you up? I expect not. If you want a proper cheering up, or if you are cheery already and wish to boost to hyper-cheer, then pop over to Mister Chuckles himself, The Prop, who with the Chucklettes and will grant your wish. Let us proceed, it’s nearly August.
First we have Chambercombe Bob’s hostas. Before any smart Alec speaks up, they were his hostas and he kindly gave them to us. So far they are unslugged and looking rather lovely at the front of the house. Which reminds me, I forgot to show you the front when I did the grand tour. I am not foolish enough to think the mighty molluscs will continue to ignore them but you never know. Stranger things have happened. Or perhaps that would be too strange?
Next we have Chaerophyllum hirsutum ‘Roseum’, a glorious pink umbellifer. I did a little squeak when I saw it for sale at an open garden last summer, as it is a great favourite of mine. It was in a weeny pot and I wondered if it would make it through. It is still small but very keen. That is all I can ask of it.
One of my esteemed clients, Welsh Ann, let me dig this fern up from her garden. Again, she was witness and co-conspirator in the act. It is an ostrich fern I think, Matteuccia struthiopteris, and I love it. It too lives in the mysterious area called “the front of the house”.
Here we have an old faithful, Pelargonium cordifolium var. rubrocinctum. Typing that has just has just reminded me why I don’t feature it often. Seriously challenging in the spelling department.
Onto the wonderful Dodecatheon meadia. I have had this for several years in a pot, and it pops up every year and every year I say “oh blimey, I forgot how lovely you are” and then it fades away until the following year. Another annual event are the aphid. Still a squish and all is well.
Hold your breath everyone, there is a mini-peach on the peach tree. The single flower did its thing. Look at its lovely little bum! I am prepared for tears but live in hope.
That is it for this week, take care and be good(ish). ‘Til next time.