History

On my rounds at The Farm today I noticed that there had been some skulduggery in the new orchard.  The protective fence around the trees had been leaned upon, stretched, bent and torn.  I looked around for clues.  The ground has been scraped and clawed at in this area over the past few weeks, nocturnal worm hunting by badgers I would imagine.  But surely brock couldn’t reach up that high, and as there is no fruit on the trees I can’t think what would interest them.  The rabbits have been a problem in the past, but since we laid the paving slabs around the bases they seem to have lost the will to burrow beneath the new trees.  A bunny big enough to cause this damage would be the stuff of nightmares.  So who could it possibly be?

All of a sudden I had the strange feeling that I was not alone, that I was being watched.  Slowly I turned and behind me, on the brow of the hill, silently watching my every move, were none other than the infamous Pony Posse.   We have history, me and this gang of reprobates.  Not only was there the Great Pasty Theft of 2015 but also previous orchard incidents, as I wrote about in Deception Explained. I had heard that they were out on bail, and might have guessed they were involved.  It had their hoof prints all over it.  All I can say is “don’t forget who is wearing the white stetson in this movie”.

Quiz

To the front of Max’s house there is a very steep slope.  We are attempting to tame this area and it has proved to be a challenging task.  The problems are many, not least working on this extreme gradient which abruptly ends with a 1.5m stone wall, a pavement and a busy road.  Other matters include an infestation of oxalis, self seeded hawthorn and holly (ouch), the noisy road making chitty chat tricky, the necessity to maintain concentration rather than my usual state of perpetual daydream and, well, gravity generally.  Gradually we are making inroads, perhaps even winning the odd battle.  A self-imposed rule to work at least for a proportion of each session has proved fruitful.

The clematis above was planted to scramble through and down.  It started flowering last week for the first time and I was rather underwhelmed.  However this week my fickle eyes have been opened to its delicate beauty.  Balancing precariously I fished out my camera and took a photograph.  As often happens, my blog picture had presented itself to me.  After watering-in some Digitalis trojana  I climbed back to the top for the umpteenth time.  It was then that I realised that I had forgotten to look at the clematis label.  I decided that no one would mind if I didn’t have a name to share with you. We could perhaps treat it as a quiz of sorts.  A horticultural game.  Until next time I am in the vicinity.  And I remember.  As it could be a while for these things to coincide, I hope you will agree, it is very lovely.

Reminder

Today new atrocities have occurred.  Senseless and cruel.  My heart goes out not only to those directly involved, but to those who sit and watch and try to understand.  To those who are scared and scarred by the continual onslaught of violence and the seemingly ceaseless inhumanities of this world.  The reason why these horrendous events happen are, I am sure, diverse and complex.  I can’t make sense of it, but I can remind you that beauty hasn’t been thwarted.  That good people are still strong.  That our world remains a wonderful place, in spite and despite.

My envoy today is Rudbeckia ‘Irish Eyes’.  Beautiful in the low autumn sun.

Donor List

Now that I have accepted that summer is really over, having never seriously arrived, I am beginning to embrace this autumn malarkey.  Especially on such a gloriously sunny day.   There are exciting changes in the garden, rather like springtime in reverse.  Which I suppose it is.   A week between visits to The Farm means that there is a lot of new to observe.  Flower production is noticeably slowing as is weed growth, but leaf turning and seed development is making up for this diminishing.  Today I collected some Leonotis nepetifolia seed.  In the few seed heads I collected there were earwigs, tiny flies and beetles.  In my struggle to release them back to safety I realised that it is not just birds that benefit from postponing tidying until the spring.

These Helenium ‘Red Shades’ have now shed their pollinator-enticing, colourful skirts.  The warm sun will have been ripening their seed on this beautiful day.  I will be watching.  They are next on my donor list.

Certainty

My morning was spent digging up crocosmia in the rain.  I was fully ‘proofed and as warm and dry as could be expected in such circumstances.    Whilst playing “spot the vagrant corm”  I listened to my iPod on shuffle mode, doing my own semi-rhythmic shuffle when appropriate.  I pondered the troubles of the world and the vagaries of life.  It was then that it all became clear, that there was one certainty that I could cling to.  Next year, in the very same area that I painstakingly removed every single last trace of croc, more will appear, laughing in my face.

March of the Nasturtium

There is seldom need to sow nasturtium more than once.  Not in my world anyway.  In this garden we dance a horticultural dance, sometimes I am leading, more often not.  At this time of year they are ever marching like a marauding army.  Tumbling through and over and round, charming constrictors in opal fruit hues. Rarely do I have the inclination to pull them aside.  It could be that I am aware that their days are naturally numbered.  The caterpillars are munching and before long a wayward frost will turn them to mush.  I am confident that next year they will return as strong as ever, just a few months hiatus in their domination.  And yet again I will let them run wild.

Six on Saturday – Still Waiting

Once more unto the Six on Saturday, the global meme hosted by superhero The Propagator.  Following last week’s “Nearly’s” I am sorry to report that out of the six potential stars we only have one performer, and that is rather a half-hearted attempt.

So we will start with something that is at least trying, a honeysuckle, holding its flower head high above the griselinia hedge below.  No idea where it starts, or indeed where it ends, but I claim it as our own.

Pelargonium 'Pink Capricorn'
Pelargonium ‘Pink Capricorn’

Next we have Pelargonium ‘Pink Capricorn’ and friend.  I  featured this little beauty a couple of years ago in Pastel Power.  This means it has survived the onslaught of two wet and windy North Devon winters.  Fingers crossed for the next one!  And of course for the for the spider.

Salvia corrugata
Salvia corrugata

Here we have the sole member of last week’s bud group that could be bothered to flower in time for today. Salvia corrugata is making a feeble effort to bloom.  Don’t you realise that people are waiting!?

Acer palmatum
Acer palmatum

Having just tallied them up for the first time, I can report that we have five Japanese maples in pots.  They are various unnamed Acer palmatum cultivars, bought as tiny sticks many years ago. Several were from Woolworths, ah the wonder of woolies, we miss you.

osteospermum
Osteospermum

Another anonymous osteospermum, I love this copper colour, and like its golden counterpart included a couple of weeks ago, it has enjoyed a summer snuggled on a sunny step outside the kitchen door.

hedychium
Hedychium forgottenum

Lastly we have another ginger lily, unfortunately not the one I was hoping for.  Hedychium greenii has not moved one iota.  Still this first reserve hedychium has a stunning flower, a worthy understudy.  It was gift from Steve and Dawn at Devon Subtropical Garden.  To my great shame I have lost the label and don’t know which ginger it is.  I thought it was Devon Cream, but looking at it now I don’t think so. Rubbish gardener.  Steve and Dawn’s garden is open for the National Garden Scheme tomorrow, if you are in the area I highly recommend a visit.

That’s the lot, thanks Mr P!  I have a note from my mum for next week, so hopefully in a fortnight, like Arnie, I’ll be back.