It has been a very strange week with very little gardening and much mouching, more’s the pity. Today I worked for couple of hours at Nancy Nightingale’s and then had a singing lesson. We sang sad songs. I do love a sad song.
The afternoon at Bill and Ben’s was aborted as they had double booked with the power tools men, so I went home.
This is a zinnia in NN’s garden. Strange really, as neither of us remember planting either this one or its compadres. Those fairies are up to their tricks again.
There is still a lot going on in Nancy Nightingale’s garden. Obviously there is the singing, dancing and a little rough housing, but also there are dahlias, rudbeckia, cosmos and calendula. Although past their best, looking a little windblown and tatty around the edges, they still contain enough vibrancy to restrain the tidy instinct that is strong at this time of year.
This ageratum, grown from a mixed packet earlier in the year, keeps drawing me back for another inspection. Coconut ice, pure and simple. And that, of course, is a good thing.
This is one of Nancy Nightingale’s purchases. I like to call it the brain plant. That is because I have no idea of the true name. I am not sure that I want to know.
However the more I look at its bizarre folds of scarlet, and in spite of myself, I am beginning to find it strangely attractive. It is intriguing. And a little bit scary.
This is Nancy Nightingale’s garden. After a whole month of total neglect. Yes four full weeks of being ignored.
Our very own NN has been abroad on a secret mission and her home in the meantime been home to wannabe surfers and possibly hipsters. Not a gardener in sight.
When I visited yesterday I was expecting carnage, instead I was met with voluptuous, marginally anarchic, beauty. The cosmos and dahlias, asters and sunflowers, agapanthus and canna, gladioli and lavatera, were tangled together in a deep pile carpet of pure joy.
After a dead-head-athon, the purple beans and plum tomatoes were harvested and a few of the most obvious weeds tugged.
All is ready for her return.