Petit Pain

Congratulations to Mrs and Mrs Bun, or should I say The Grandbuns.  Yesterday morning a freshly baked petit pain joined the family.

I wish the little one happiness and health, love and kindness, and of course lots of laughter in his life xx

To All the Plants I’ve Loved Before

When I saw this flower today and questioned Mrs Bun about it, she said “Not a clue, it must have come from a freebie packet of seeds but can’t remember which.”  But I knew it.  I knew I had grown it.  I knew I had loved it.  But I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was called.  A cosmos flower with different foliage to the usual Cosmos bipinnatus   – the likes of ‘Purity’ and the Sonata series.  And it niggled me.  Whilst methodically dead heading lavender I was all the while thinking “I know it, I know I know it” trying to access the part of my brain that stores such information.  But nothing.  I admitted defeat, I googling “orange cosmos” and hey presto there it was, Cosmos sulphureus. Of course, of course!  So simple.  But when you’ve admired so many plants, there will be occasions that one of your old loves slip your mind.   It can only get worse.

Roses, Roses, Roses

A splendid day at The Buns.  The sun shone, a breeze cooled, flowers bloomed.

But something was amiss in the Land of Lemon Drizzle.  Was there an inkling of strain in the sultry air?  What could the problem possibly be?  I think I have been forgiven for relegating their lavender from No. 1 in the hit parade to equal status with the French example.  However, I’m not so sure that Mrs B has forgiven me for telling everyone about her rejection of my geum pressie, and by association of me and my undying love and loyalty, as documented in a recent Six on Saturday.

Perhaps I should stop mentioning it, that might help.  One more time wouldn’t hurt.

An Interesting Story

Althaea cannabina

Some days toddle along, nothing particularly notable happens, nothing even close to news worthy occurs.  Most days actually.  Don’t get me wrong, no complaints here.  I am quite happy with my meandering life.  When I get home and recount my days in minutae my OH often nods off “was that one of Gill’s interesting stories?” he asks when he wakes.

Brace yourselves folks, there is one coming up.

The day began well.  A bacon buttie well.  Yes that good.  It was warm and welcome on my arrival at The Bun’s.  Mr B took one look and sighed one of his sighs.  I think it meant “you deserve that sandwich, take your time and enjoy it”.  Not absolutely certain though.

And the day progressed well.  Mrs B harvested some cucumbers from medusa’s nest, once known as a greenhouse (I had to pull her out twice by her feet) and bravely retrieved a few good ‘uns.  She kindly gifted me a brace which I placed on the grass by my tools.  It soon became apparent that someone else had designs on them.

Bobbie, who I had previously considered a friend and ally, ran off with one of them.  Mr B tried to fob me off with “she is looking after it for you until you leave” although I wasn’t completely convinced.  The slobber might have added a certain je ne sais quoi, but I decide to give it a miss.

Next I had a rendevous in the lovely village of Mortehoe, meeting on the lychgate steps outside the church.  A friend, who has yet to be named but on reflection I think Dahlia Dora will do the job nicely, is on holiday for the week.  Her family were on the beach and we had a couple of hours pencilled in for catching up.  As I was a little early I took the opportunity to wander the graveyard, examining the headstones, reading names and ages and years.   Although the village was busy I was alone in my contemplation of those that lay below.

Then coffee and scones and cheese and much gossip and laughter.  And even plants to admire.  Another day with nothing to report.  And I am very happy for that.

 

 

Tulbaghia violacea – Society Garlic

Tulbaghia violacea

Mrs Bun volunteers at Marwood Hill Gardens.  A noble occupation.  A wonderful garden.

When she first started I said “and don’t you come back here saying Mr Head Gardener says this and that and you shouldn’t be doing that and you should be doing this and it is unnatural to chastice or serenade your plants!”.  She hasn’t.  I do sometimes wonder if she is thinking it.  Best not dwell on the subject.

Marwood has several National Plant Collections, tulbaghia is one of them.  This example in Mrs B’s garden flowers for months on end, no trouble, no back-chat, no chasticing or serenading necessary.