A Little Walk

In an attempt to clear our stuffed-up heads we took off for a little walk after lunch.   Nothing too strenuous.  Just enough to raise the spirit but not to break the body.

First we nipped along the boundary of the rugby/cricket pitch where these wood sorrels nestled in a wide margin of unmown grass.  I am hoping that this strip had been intentionally left to the  wildflowers, not just a stay of execution.  Perhaps the mowers were having a tea break, or had run out of petrol, or had nipped down the road for a pasty.

Then down, past the community orchard to the beach and a blissful paddle in the sea.

Then up, up, up,

past the thorns in full bloom,

with occasional glimpses to the hills,

skirting Hillsborough’s buttercups and campions,

emerging with a bird’s eye view of the town below.

That will do.

Grim

I’ve got a cold.  Yes another one.  Yesterday I felt grim, today I feel grimmer.  I probably cast my clout too early or something.  As one of those folk who believe gardening is the cure for all ills, I ventured out despite my ailing body.  Deluded maybe but perhaps not. As it was half a day was quite enough.  Some potting on, a pathetic attempt at weeding and a fair amount of top quality mooching was achieved.  I also managed to fit in some pondering and scheming.  It didn’t kill me. But disappointingly I don’t feel much stronger.  I will have to have a word with whoever thought that one up.

Six on Saturday – Newbies and Surprises

Our Six on Saturday this week comprises of newbies and surprises.  Hopefully all will become clear, although this is not a certainty.  Of course I must first of all introduce our Meme Master, The Propagator, who guides his ever-expanding troupe of SoSer towards oblivion.  Or something like that, you had better take a look at his blog to find out the truth of the matter.

Let us begin with a newbie, one of two little bargain bidens I bought last week.  They are both Beedance hybrids, but as that is as far as the pot description goes, it is therefore the limit of my knowledge.  Except that they are gorgeous, but I think you could work that one out for yourself.  Now planted up in terracotta pots they are brightening up the back door step until the osteos recover from their harsh cut back. It might even inspire them to get a move on.

I grew the above plant from seed, believing it to be a moraea of some persuasion.  Last year it eventually sent up a flower spike and consequently I became very excited.  When I saw the bloom I was less so.  Say hello to my first surprise, Libertia grandiflora.   Although a lovely plant in its own right, I cannot help but feel a tinge of disappointment whenever I see it.  For this reason it might be relocated to a client’s garden.  Sorry Old Chap.  Not a good surprise.

Last weekend I went to the Post Office and came home with three new alpines for my diddy little clay planter.  On Ilfracombe High Street there is an antique/collectables shop that from time to time has a small table of plants at the front.  As I walked on the other side of the street I could hear them calling my name “Gill, Gill” they whispered, “cross the road, come and see how beautiful we are”.  So I did, and four came home with me.  The three planted here are Phlox sublata ‘McDaniel’s Cushion’, Iris setosa (Dwarf Form) and Veronica prostrata ‘Carrapit White’.  The fourth was planted elsewhere and will have to wait for another day.

This dark veined geranium was a sport on a plain pink plant in a client’s garden.  With permission I brought it home to nurture.  It seems to be healthy and upright and has lots of flower buds.   A nice surprise.

Nemesia

For a change this year I have bought some nemesia to join the “out the front in Windy City, Shady Land” gang.  Not their recommended planting position, I would agree.  However, they are strong plants, grown locally, and I liked them.  And I wanted them so I got them.  So far so good.

Salvia 'Joy'

Lastly another newbie I couldn’t resist.  In fact it would have been wrong to even attempt to.  This little darling is Salvia ‘Joy’.

Right, a quick tot up and it seems I have the requisite amount of contenders.  Haven’t heard anything from Mr K yet, hope he has a note.  Thanks again for your omnipresence Mr P, happy Six on Saturday to you all!

Ridiculous

We have spoken before (when I say “we” this obviously means “I”, but like to imagine supportive back-up in any argument, if only from my imaginary friend) about Lady Mantle’s “interesting” approach to labelling plants.  Of course His Lordship is beyond reproach, no need for any tutting there whatsoever.  However, the Lady of the Manor is rather eccentric in her approach.  For ease of comprehension I have divided her misdemeanours into four categories, all equally punishable with a stern look.  They are as follows:

a) No label at all – couldn’t be bothered, tough luck.

b) Label in place but with nothing on it – it didn’t wash off, there was never anything written on it, took “make sure you label that plant” far too literally.

c)  Wrongly spelt – usually a rough estimation, or an anagram, good for those who enjoy cryptic crosswords.

d) Frankly ridiculous – not even close, laughable.

Penstomen ‘True Blue’, above,  falls into the latter category.

Golden Days

Cloudless skies, pink shoulders and an unnatural yearning for cornettos.  It must be our peri-summer.  Let the watering commence.

This may or may not be a golden elm.  What is not in dispute is that it is a very beautiful tree.  I rather like the sound of golden elm though, and until corrected it is what I shall continue to call it.  Over to you.

Six on Saturday – Celebration

Welcome to another Six on Saturday, the meme of choice for the horticultural in-crowd.  Too cool for school, on-trend, leaders not followers.  You get my gist.  Contributors are herded by none other than the great cultural icon himself, The Propagator.

Before I go any further I have an apology to make, last week, in my haste, I forgot to mention the indomitable Mr K.  As today is his birthday, I will do my best to redress this error. Oh, and I will say, sorry, it won’t happen again.  Let us get a move on, or it will be Sunday before we know it!

Firstly we have a tulip and hosta combo.  After a slow start to the season things are beginning to catch up with themselves, meaning there are some interesting combinations to be seen.  The spring flowers are overlapping with early summer ones.  Strangers are making new friends.  These tulips have been in prime condition for a couple of weeks now.  They are in a rather shady and exposed spot.  Perhaps that is the trick!

aquilegiaLast year the aquilegias took over the garden and I vowed to ensure that this did not happen again.  It has.  When they have finished flowering and before they seed I will be ruthless.  I promise.

Next is Cerastium tomentosum, also known as dusty miller and snow in summer.  It lives on the wall between our house and our neighbours’.  On a regular basis it is squashed beneath sleeping cats, slices of apple pie, bowls of soup, cupcakes, magazines, plants and elbows.  Doesn’t turn a hair.

They have arrived, in fact they have been here for a couple of weeks, so much for a hard winter killing of pests!  In fact both the aphid and mollusc populations seem to be doing rather nicely, thank you very much.  Not sure what the white one is all about, perhaps it is the ghost of previously squished greenfly and it has come back to teach me a lesson. Gulp!

Another late on parade is Pulmonaria ‘Opal’, a plant that I rescued from a bargain bin somewhere earlier in the year.  I have grown this lungwort before and pounced on the pathetic specimen as soon as I realised what it was.  The colour is enchanting, everything I remembered it to be.

Lastly we have Geranium sylvaticum ‘Mayflower’.  I am big fan of geraniums, they are dependable and long flowering and come in many makes and models.  This wood cranesbill is a great beauty, understated and elegant.  Just like The Birthday Boy!

Thank you Mr Prop, why don’t you pop on over to his blog and find out what the rest of us hipsters have been up to.  Adieu.

 

Storm in a Teacup

For those who follow this blog, my life must seem a swirling cauldron of relentless toil and misery, punctuated only by drudgery and disappointment.  However on the odd occasion I do manage to have a day off for a little light R & R.  Today was such a day.  My old mate Hero and I went to Storm in a Teacup for lunch.  I would say we were “ladies that lunch” but am fearful of contradiction from those that know better.

Then I had one of my marvellous ideas.  Why not, for a little diversity, write a restaurant review.  Mix it up a little.  You never know I might be a natural.  I like eating, surely that is qualification enough?  Shall we have a go?

The place in question is called Storm in a Teacup which is situated at Watermouth Bay, between Combe Martin and Ilfracombe, or Ilfracombe and Combe Martin, depends on where you are starting from.  You should check just to be on the safe side.  I must admit that although pleased the promised bad weather was not apparent, I was a little disappointed to find out that this cafe was not in a teacup but a boat.  Luckily this boat was on dry land because I had omitted to pack my wellies.  Brightly coloured picnic benches surrounded the vessel which was beautifully adorned with planters full of  (sorry lapsed back to my old ways for a moment then, let us stick to the catering).  After we had evicted some old ladies from the best bench of the establishment affording fabulous views across the water, we settled ourselves down to study the menu.  Nice big letters so no need to find the glasses.  Due to my mild obsession, and therefore expert knowledge of, cheese scones it was not hard to make my selection.  And I wasn’t disappointed.  These were good.  Very good.  Still warm and fresh as the man on checkout No. 10 in Tescos, they were cut into a rather jaunt wedge shape.  Accompanying them, yes there was more than one, there were in fact two, three would have been too much, probably, came not only a fine cheddar but a stinky Stilton too.  Also a mini bunch of grapes, now that is posh.  Although not a pickle fan (apart from Pickle), I am sure this aberration would be appreciated by the strange folk who do enjoy it and other such abominations such as chutney and baked beans.  Hero indulged in a crab sandwich.  It was composed of crab and bread and salad and she shared, without too much overt hinting on my part.  Just a little labrador staring.  That was also delicious.  The service was smiley but not toadying.  The sun was soothingly warm.  We watched with a combination of concern and menace, a small child carry an ice cream cone at an angle of 45 degrees.  We chatted and caught up and forgot our words but it didn’t matter. Perfect.  One for the bank.

It appears that I have forgotten to take pictures of the view, or the food, or bijou kitchen and delightful inside dining area.  I did however remember to photograph the quirky pansy planters.  I may be a lost cause.

Top Ten

It is crazy rhododendron time again in Max’s garden.  The colours are vivid and varied, the forms both Laurel and Hardy, each bloom a pollinator pit stop.  Truly, I would be hard pushed to choose a favourite.  This candy and lemonade beauty is definitely in the top ten.   Veering slightly from convention, the top ten consist of approximately thirty specimens.  They have to squish up close to fit in.  When you are in such fine company you have to make compromises.