Another Saturday, another six, another week tip-toeing towards the end of the season. And what a bizarre season it has been. And what are my thoughts about it? It is as if I have a million opinions and none at all. I am bored with what I think about it. I am ready to move on, put a line under the carnage and cry “ever onwards and upwards”. But it isn’t as simple as having a terry tantrum and hoping all will be well, our prompts should come from the garden and not from our front room which is looking particularly cosy at the moment. There is plenty to be done and sometimes that involves merely watching and asssessing and acting upon what we have seen. As I said, it has been a bizarre season. I am sure that other SoSers will have more sensible thoughts. If you would like to find out what they are thinking pop over to Jim at Garden Ruminations and all will be revealed. I will remain confused.
Those that struggled are trying again. One of which is Calendula ‘Westwell Hall’, a name I made up so don’t chase it on the internet. It will ever remind me of friends, here and passed, and therefore is very special. This is the essence of gardening. My subsection, anyway.
One of the chosen few, the ones that were watered and fussed over this summer, was Jacaranda mimosifolia. It has barely grown this year, but I always celebrate life and health over vigour. Which might be convenient. I didn’t even believe me then.
The Fuchia fulgens that I mislaid earlier in the year is now flowering. I may have been forgiven.
Fuchsia ‘Whiteknights Ruby’ is a tricky little soul or maybe we haven’t quite hit it off yet. I managed to get her through the winter but she has been reluctant to flower. Until now. I’m not sure she is contributing enough to warrant the attention I pay to her. We will see.
At the risk of sounding melodramatic, I snatched Dahlia ‘Thomas Edison’ from the jaws of doom. I may have failed in my attempt to be understated. The story is extremely dramatic, in a horti sense of the word; rotting tubers, a mere sliver of life, last chance saloon. After all the heartache this is the first flower of the year. I am very happy. It was definitely worth it.
My Sos sister, Noelle, sent me some cyclamen corms. Do I need to say more?
All done, another six, another Saturday. We do what we can.
Off The Edge Gardening 
A very lovely cyclamen; this bee seems to be enjoying it, and others will soon come to forage on them in the future. (Noelle sends out very lovely things (and there is probably one on the way to me !))
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She is the best horti-postie!
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That Dahlia is amazing. Mine are yet to flower. I suspect I shall be digging them up without them doing so. I shall try to find somewhere more suitable for them next year. Cyclamen always feel like a late summer gift from the garden.
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What a Dahlia, well worth the effort you put in Sis! I once went to a lecture on Dahlias, and was told by a specialist, that the best flowers come from cuttings taken from tubers early in the year rather than the tuber itself. I am just passing that on but I have never tested it, or been particularly successful with Dahlias…but I love seeing them when they are grown so well as yours.
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