A Day in the Life of Max Doginovich

It was a pretty good day in Max Land.

The sun warmed, the brisk breeze cooled.  As well as the usual gardener creature there were plumbers to play with.  Sticks were aplenty.  Seagulls kept a respectful distance, taking it easy on account of the weather, but still you remained vigilant.  Unless of course there was chance of a diverting stick throw.  The fetid pond water was delicious to quench your thirst.  That clean stuff from the tap rejected as poison.  A sneaky mini pork pie a treat.

What more could a little dog ask for?

Rain Stops Play

Rain may have stopped play, but I am pleased for the persistent downpours, the garden will welcome it and on this particular occasion I am not miffed by an enforced day off.  It was a successful day in other, non-horticultural ways.   Chores have been almost caught up with, big pans of butternut soup and ratatouille were made and a few dark corners sorted and streamlined.

And I had the chance to look through a few of last month’s photos.   Thalictrum ‘Black Stockings’ has been mentioned several times recently and quite rightly so.  Here is the one in Max’s garden, on a sunny day, with a magenta rhododendron as backdrop. Splendid.

Monster Munch

This is Max’s Echium candicans.  To my knowledge it has eaten one persicaria, one cistus and a salvia and is well on its way to consuming an evergreen azalea.   Come to think of it, I haven’t seen next door’s chihuahua for a while ……..

This Pride of Madeira has grown into a monster in just four years, from a small cutting acquired (legitimately, before you ask) from a friend’s garden just up the road.  It is spectacular and scary in equal measure, and is of course extremely attractive to both human and pollinator.  A humming monument.

Messy

This photo of an emergent azalea was a lucky take when a glimpse of sunlight hit.  It feels as if it was a singular event.   Otherwise it was rain and hail with the odd episode of torrential.   It has been a long and very messy day.

I am now going to eat chocolate.  This may be just as messy but I doubt whether it will take very long.

Six on Saturday – The Management

epimedium

There have been complaints from The Management.   We are talking Upper Management.   Even higher than our master CEO Prop.  Yes we are talking about Peggy, my mum.   It has been noted, and duly logged, that I missed the last Six on Saturday and my excuses for this week fell on deaf ears.   As I have rarely done as I was told since a I was a very young girl this would usually be shrugged off with a “whatever”.  Then, she took a tumble.  As she hasn’t been practicing her judo rolls she is feeling a little worse for wear.  Anything to get me to do as I’m told.

Can I be honest with you without fear of rebuke?  I thought not.  Rebuke away.  These photos were not taken in my garden and definitely not on a Saturday.  And this is going to be brief.  Concise is a better word.  Let us go.

First Epimedium ‘Frohnleiten’, lovely jubbly.

Second Hacquetia epipactis, splendiferous.

Third forget-me-not, amazeballs.

Drimys lanceolata

Fourth Tasmannia lanceolata (Drimys lanceolata), fandabidosi.

synthris

Fifth Synthyris missurica, perfectarooney.

Lastly little mousie magnolia bud casing, stupendimania.

Adios friends!

Myrtle Mania

Myrtus communis

Today I worked beneath the myrtle tree in Max’s garden.  Here, left unfettered, weeds had made a stronghold, finding firm footing amongst the roots.  This is a large tree, and has looked rather sorry for itself since last year’s twin beasts.  Still it is a great favourite, the fragrant pompom flowers and the limbs of peeling bark, looking a little too human on occasion, along with the glossy evergreen leaves make it almost perfect.  Not quite though.  It seeds itself around with abandon, the tough little myrtlings send roots deep and quick.  I must have pulled up at least 3 million this morning.  Then my foot began to hurt just a little too much, the snow clouds were gathering as I retired, promising to return on another day to continue my quest.