A few drops of rain yesterday. I was hopeful for a reprieve, but ultimately it was inconsequential in the scheme of things. A pathetic effort. No need to shelter or to wish waterproofs were at hand.
This trollius is a moisture lover. It should be in a complete sulk. At the moment it doesn’t seem to be complaining too much. Those stamen are being flaunted outrageously and defiantly. Long may it continue.
This afternoon I had a short break from jack-hammering/mattocking/dynamiting the ground to extract couch grass, brambles and ivy. Wandering around the garden I came across what I think might be Hydrangea macrophylla ‘Ayesha’. This shrub had been squashed between closely planted trees and was therefore reaching for the sky, the only way was up. Just one flower, due to my formative pruning in the autumn, but showing great promise. I am optimistic that next year it will be quite splendid.
I have been strong until now. But today, I must confess, I succumbed to that most unforgivable of outbursts. In my defence I was living it and it was hurting. Anyone would weaken under the circumstances, crumble like a rich tea in a hot cup of tea. All was fine until mid afternoon, at this point things started to go wrong. The crescendo that had been slowly building reached its apex. It was then the heinous crime was committed. Although all alone On Button Moon, I suddenly exclaimed to the daylilies and anyone else who cared to listen “It’s too bloomin’ hot!”.
It was done. Please forgive me.
The Thai basil just shrugged and said “bring it on!”.
Until recently I wasn’t a gaillardia fan. It was nothing personal, they just didn’t rock my world. Bit nondescript. Non-committal, that was me. Take them or leave them. Did someone mention an American daisy often used in bedding schemes? Sorry I nodded off, don’t bother repeating yourself. Their merits had never been discussed with my peers, or even on piers. To my knowledge I had never even said the word out loud.
That is until Mrs Bun introduced me to Gaillardia ‘Aristata Tokajer’. Held aloft on sturdy stems, marmalade and lemon curd flowers shout “ignore me at your peril!”. Very popular with pollen beetles too. I am fine company.
When I stumbled over the word Mrs Bun giggled. A little cruel I felt. I think it was revenge. Possibly deserved.
These are days of few words. Achillea ‘Terracotta’ and associate. All is well.
Sometimes it works out just dandy.
Off on my adventures for a few days, can I leave you in charge of watering? Thanks!