It is always a challenge taking photos on a windy SOS days. Seems obvious when you think about it. Is it blustery/stormy/wild more often? Am I just doing that “when I was a gal” nonsense? Possibly not. An offset to our volatile weather is that we have digital cameras, we can take more photos and at least one should turn out blur free in the tempest. I’m not sure it is enough to save the world. Talking of the world, the whole shooting match is represented, in a Six on Saturday kinda way, over on The Prop’s blog. I would take a look if I were you. Now, all this chuntering isn’t getting the baby bathed, let’s get on.
First we have, now is this nemesia or diascia? I think it is diascia. It was liberated recently from a garden centre Death Row. A week later it is flowering its pretty little head off. Nowt so queer as folk.
Then another donation from Welsh Ann. I’ve never grown Solomon’s seal in my own garden and this big chunk has settled in nicely, just behind the pear tree. No sign of the evil (not to its friends and family) sawfly. Classically beautiful. Just like me. I can hear you sniggering in the cheap seats!
Ever ready to obey orders, and just for Granny, here is a picture of the front of the house. A 2m sliver of hypericum hedge, path and gravel. A very shady spot, it is potted up with Bob’s hostas, ferns and an impatiens, can’t remember which. Under the hedge are some of Prof Gadget’s London Pride and a few begonias. I am undecided about the hedge. There is a short wall behind it and doesn’t really offer any privacy or protection and I am not a great lover of it, for historical reasons. Nothing to do with Henry VIII, we had a lot of it in a former garden and I didn’t like it there either.
We have had a few hitchhikers in some of the larger pots. In one of the acers is a strawberry. I don’t think we will be feasting on Eton Mess any time soon, but it is a start. Quality over quantity.
The Jovenella punctata photo is a little blurry. Not only was it being buffeted about, I was crouching down, trying to share its special little purple and yellow throated flowers, usually the joy of the bee only. It is covered in bloom at the moment, I am very fond of it. Which is possibly why I haven’t planted it out yet. It is a little tender and I am especially protective of it.
Finally, the joyful ranunculus, inspired by their anemone neighbours, are making a fine showing. I know I shouldn’t have favourites, but the orange is quite a beauty.
That is your lot my lovelies, see you in the gloaming. Except JK, I’ll see you Tuesday. Unless you are hiding from me again.