Six on Saturday – Toastie

The weatherman on our local TV channel, a dapper chap called Derek, described yesterday as “toastie”. I liked that. There is something comforting there, something reassuring and innocuous. Toastie can never be daunting or oppressive. The fact that it also suggests delicious warm and melting sandwiches exacerbated this impression. Perhaps Derek was guilty of understatement, but his words placated me for just a moment.

For various reasons it has been a bizarre week, some of which I blame on a full moon and the possibility that I have inadvertently been mean to an evil fairy. However, the bad must go with the good. It is the nature of things.

If you wish to visit more Six on Saturday-ers, which after all is why we are all here, then pop over to Jim at Garden Ruminations and you will be rewarded. Shall we proceed?

First we have a wonderful lacecap hydrangea, a cutting from a shrub in Peggy’s garden. It lives in a very large pot in the shady front of the house and is going from strength to strength. The elephant in the room is that it is a elephant in a pot and surely can’t be happy for much longer constrained, however large the container.

This potentilla may have a ID label but I haven’t bothered to footle about to find it. Squeezed on all sides, it has struggled through to produce this beautiful bloom. Hopefully there will be more, now it has found the light.

Peach. I know. Proud. The fall will follow shortly.

This little white agapanthus does a splendid job to lift the colour-full border. I am a great fan of using white to rest the eye, in fact I might I have said it here before. Repetition is a speciality.

Now we have Rudbeckia ‘Irish Eyes’, which is a seedling I failed to plant out last year and languished in a pot over winter. Now, safe in the bosom of the border, it is eventually coming into its own.

Dahlia ‘Bishop of York’ was given to me by Welsh John, twice. The first tuber rotted in the greenhouse over winter, a supposed safe space. This second one was left in the ground, well mulched, and has come back happy as a bishop could be, or perhaps even happier.

All done, another six. Stay cool, those who need too. Stay warm, to the rest.

36 thoughts on “Six on Saturday – Toastie

  1. Does pride necessarily precede a fall? Peaches are awesome, and should be happy with toasty weather. They were one of the more common orchard crops around Los Gatos a very long time ago. Rudbeckia looks more like it is from Kansas than Ireland. I like them for that. Lily of the Nile is, . . . well, . . . white. Need I say more?

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  2. Toastie is very apt. Everyone enjoys their toast done to a different level. While I might currently fell crisp and overcooked, I do prefer just a gentle warmth and tan to my bread!

    Did I hear that you’ve done yourself some damage this week?

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  3. You are on a roll with your writing, a pleasure to read and always makes me smile. Your garden still looks amazingly green, it must be the Welsh rain. Sorry to hear about your tumble, hope the bruising is coming out.

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  4. Far too toastie here. The lawn is crispy and plants are struggling. Hose pipe ban expected any day now. But lovely to enjoy your garden. It made me feel a little cooler!

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  5. Lovely images. That fairy is a bitch! She has been here, too – leaving odd varmints eating my small cherry tomatoes and frightening my dog. Fingers crossed for your peach. Are they hard to grow? My grandfather was a peach farmer and I cannot eat grocery store peaches!

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  6. Toastie is for cosy winter days round the fire warming your toes and eating buttered crumpets. Wrong word for getting hot and bothered, tripping over the hosepipe and wishing you could lie down in the neigbours children’s paddling pool. Lovely 6. Growing dahlias from seed is the best fun.

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