A problem has been resolved this week, one which was out of our control but was both niggling and invasive. We do not own any of the fences surrounding our garden. Horrah! you might think, no maintenance costs or stormy weather worries. A fair point. Let us consider another scenario. What if a fence, shall we say, is shedding planks into your garden behind a border that is called, off the top of my head, The Bed of Anarchy, and ominously teetering towards a much loved greenhouse. And suppose two years pass of lies and false promises. Thursday they fixed it. They stood on my cannas. It is worth the loss. I am jubilant and can now plant into the twilight zone. Should we be talking about Six on Saturday? I think so. Jim will show you the way, take a look, don’t be afraid.

Whoever sowed this foxglove in the front of the shady border (more interesting name pending) I’d like to shake your hand. Or perhaps your wing.

Whoever sowed this geranium in the dark leaved acer pot I’d like to shake their hand. Or perhaps wing.

Whoever ….. only kidding, this is Rosa ‘Grace’, liberated from The Prof a couple of years ago. Full of bud with a few spent flowers, I chose potential over what has been. Perhaps a metaphor, perhaps not.

A fresh new Cercis canadenis ‘Forest Pansy’ leaf. Shiny, shiny, very very shiny, its very shiny.

The only flower spike of Iris sibirica ‘Papillon’. Could try harder. I’m hopeful for next year, which is the gardener’s way.

Roscoea caultelyoides, I know who put it there but I forgot that I had. No wings here. Just a halo. Stop laughing.
Another six, another Saturday, always pleased to be in such good company,
















































