I rescued this bee today. Or perhaps not. She was stumbling drunk through the unmown grass, on a road to nowhere. I picked her up, asking kindly that she did not sting me, and put her on the ginger lily, Hedychium aurantiacum. If I was a bee it is where I would like to be. She had a few sups then tumbled down to the soil below, stumbling into the undergrowth. Which is where I left her, hopefully to find what she was looking for or a place to lay her head.
Today’s perpetual rain was a great contrast to the warming sun and frisky breezes of yesterday.
I thought another “bee on flower” photo might redress the balance, if only a little.
A wonderful violet, deepest of deep, shag pile carpet. And bee.
Outside it is blowing and blustering and sheeting rain. Hope this little chap from earlier today has found a port in this storm.
Whilst weeding at Max’s I glanced across the border and the Ligularia dentata ‘Desdemona’ caught my eye, radiant, backlit by the sun. I rushed to capture this ethereal moment. I missed. This more earth bound shot will have to do.
This might take some time. I’m writing this week’s Six on Saturday on my Mum’s gas powered laptop. It has languished forgotten in the cupboard since 1836 when she upgraded to a solar paneled tablet. Once we had located the cranking handle (filed under archaic miscellany) and turned it over a few times it started up surprisingly easily. And it is working very well. As long as you are of the opinion that speed is an over-rated phenomenum. The point, that I will hopefully reach before you all nod off, is that I think this devotion to duty deserves a gold star on Mister Prop’s progress chart. The reason being as follows: a) location, b) content c) inclination. At the moment I am in a different country to the one that my garden is located. I have once again left OH home alone to the horror that ensues when I leave, that is peace and quiet and no backchat. b) Necessity has led me to utilize Clause 567, Subsection 34a in the Six on Saturday Constitution. All the following plants were in my garden at some point but are are now in Max’s. All were grown from seed. c) Driving on the M4 westward on a Friday afternoon to spend the weekend doing Peggy’s garden has left me a gibbering wreck. However I have summoned all my inner strength and, aided by some thinly veiled threats by my mother, I have managed to complete my task. On reflection this might warrant the platinum award. What do you think? After all that gibbering I best be brief.
First we have Lobelia bridgesii and heavily laden friend. Gorgeous and gorgeous.
Now onto Campanula persicifolia, the peach leaved bellflower. A great, and I mean that most sincerely folks, self-seeder. I have an inkling that at least one of his siblings will be white.
Next Cephalaria gigantea, the giant scabious, this is a couple of years old now but still not up to its full fighting height. It has made a rather serendipitous stand with some linaria interlopers.
It is no secret that I am an avid salvia fan and this one is no exception. Salvia forsskaolii, indigo woodland sage, is a boisterous beauty.
There are two of my Iochroma australe seedlings in Max’s garden and they have both flowered for the first time this year. As luck would have it, one is white with a hint of pink, and one is dusky blue. The blue has my vote, but they are both lovely.
When we were kids we jokingly nominated each other football teams, I had Gillingham, my brothers Peterborough and Crystal Palace. In the same vein I always think of Gillenia trifoliata as my signature plant. It is thriving in a spot the text books called unsuitable after the removal of a nearby large tree. Very adaptable us Gill’s.
Right, better get on, got gardening to do!
I have failed. I can’t for the life of me remember what this rose in Max’s garden is called. Luckily its beauty makes up for any of my shortcomings.