Six on Saturday – No Publicity

April 17, 2021offtheedgegardening 35 Comments

It is that time again, the weekly Six on Saturday fix, although I do seem to be a fortnightly kinda gal these days. Exciting/terrifying times and all that. The intention is strong, the ability weak. Someone, also with a lot on his plate but seemingly excuse-free, is our esteemed leader The Propagator. It goes without saying he is incredible/wonderful/magnificent and all that sycophantic blarney which quite frankly gets us no further up the leader board (and I am positive there is one) but does anyone else have a problem spelling his name? Each time I have a battle with o’s and a’s. Perhaps not. Just me. Ever wished you hadn’t mentioned something? Shall we?

First, we have the long awaited (in my house) arrival of the aeonium flowers. They have been mustering-up for many months and eventually they are letting rip. I realise it is the dance of death, but hey ho, easy come, easy go. *sobs*

Next the leaf bud of Cercis canadensis ‘Forest Pansy’. Can I depend on you to be discreet, as the subject is yet to be broached? The decision has been made that we will be leaving this beautiful young tree behind when we move. Too large, too delicate. Ten years ago, we crammed this young tree, already far from bijou, into the back of the Ford Fiesta as both an inappropriate and irresistible bargain bin purchase. I have enjoyed our relationship, time for us both to move on. *more sobbing*

Onto Anemone nemorosa ‘Robinsoniana’ which is growing in our front garden and was a gift from the fine folk at Andrew’s Corner on the edge of Dartmoor. I have left the majority for the new incumbent, digging up a few rhizomes for both myself and my friend Pat the Field. They will enjoy South Wales, I am sure of it, and soon enough form an impressive springtime clump of joy. “Clump”, although a good word, is not to joyful word, perhaps cluster would be better?

Pat the Field, when she picked up her anemones, brought with her a bunch of her wonderful cut flowers; crazy parrot tulips, anemones, chunky rananculus, multi-headed narcissus, camassia. Hers is not just any field, it is a flower field. I am enjoying her blooms immensely; they are not only beautiful, but grown organically and with love. You just can’t beat that.

Tulipa ‘Burgundy’, I believe. A wonderful purple/red, blue centred lily flower, full of stardust. Oh, and another of those darned aphids!

Finally, there is a little misunderstanding that must be resolved. There have been outrageous suggestions that Fat Ol is the Nom de Guerre of my OH. Nothing could be further from the truth. His name is not Ol. In order to set the record straight, above is a rare shot of the infamous FO. He is a shy and retiring chap and, although at pains to put the record straight, is no lover of publicity. Reluctantly he agreed to the above shot. I hope that you now satisfied.

That is it, another six sixted. I can’t promise when next time will be, but there almost definitely will be one. Take care my friends.

Six on Saturday

October 24, 2020offtheedgegardening 36 Comments

Six on Saturday, here we go again. Admittedly it has been a few weeks since I dabbled, but I’m sure I will pick it up again; the subtle nuances, the intricacies. Just like riding a bicycle. Unfortunately, I can only ride a bike in a straight line, as long as there are no cars, or other bikes, or pedestrians to distract me or I will wobble and fall off. Which is not good news for hopping back on the mega-tandem. However, I’ll do my best. I do remember that I have to name-check the illustrious Prop, our mentor with a dubious tulip affliction. Check out his blog and you will be introduced to folk from across the known universe, who have been more loyal to the cause than I have been of late. Shall we proceed?

First, we have a cyclamen which, along with assorted violas and primary coloured primulas, were bought to titivate the planters at the front of the house. I can just imagine them, waiting optimistically in the garden centre, dreaming of who will buy them and where they will make their loving home. Well my dearios, I’m afraid you drew the short straw. You will be living in the teeth of the evil northerly wind, where the sun has retired for the season. I am sure you will do your best.

Next, we have the rough tree fern, Cyathea australis, which has enjoyed the recent damp weather. Since it came to live at Chez Nous earlier in the year, it has outgrown two pots and is still curling out new fronds. Hopefully it will over-winter without too many dramas.

Onto a slack cosmos, both in habit and personality. My favourite annual has not thrived for me this year, with just this one plant flopping about popping out the odd flower as it felt fit. Not that I am complaining. At this time of year, you can forgive most slovenly behaviour.

The teasels have passed through their bee-magnet stage onto the goldfinch-larder stage, and we have already had the joy of watching these beautiful finches feast on the seeds. Again, these are in the front, Frozen North, garden, which wouldn’t seem the ideal place for a snooze. However, it appears that the snails in these parts are well ‘ard, not only cocking a snook at the cold wind but also at the thorny bed it has chosen to rest on.

Now an impatiens. I’m slightly embarrassed to say that until it flowered I wasn’t sure which one. The label just said impatiens, and I can’t blame the label because I wrote the label and I’m pretty certain that it said a lot more than that in the past. Now it is doing its floriferous thing, I am pretty certain that it is Impatiens flanaganae. It is doing very well and is perfectly pretty. I will now complete the label, so we don’t have this uncertainty again. Probably later today, or maybe tomorrow ….

Shall we finish with love? There are just two leaves left on the Cercis canadensis ‘Forest Pansy’, and this is one of them. A love heart.

That is your lot. As Woody Guthrie said “take it easy, but take it”. And stay safe and well, my friends.

Six on Saturday – Hearts and Flowers

May 16, 2020offtheedgegardening 44 Comments

This is a special Six on Saturday. Today was to have been the wedding day of my nephew Adam and his fiancée Jess. Instead of white gown and morning suit they will be donning PPE’s, both at present working on Coronavirus isolation wards in The University Hospital of Wales. I am immensely proud of them both. I am sure they will be feeling a little sad today, so in a feeble attempt to sooth, I thought I would dedicate this post to them. Be warned, there will be tenuous links, but they are all made with love.

It is only fitting that we start with a heart, the newly emerged leaf of Cercis canadensis ‘Forest Pansy’. This small tree staggers on year on year, confined by a pinching pot. Each spring, new growth is both a joy and a surprise that it has made it through another winter.

Now, as tradition would have it, Something Old. Here we have the Helen Mirren of tulips, growing old beautifully. Conveniently for the theme, photobombing from behind are a handful of violas, which are sometimes known as heartsease.

Something New is a double first. A new frond for my new fern Cyathea australis. Again, this plant is Jim’s fault. I am definitely not buying any more plants. However, I have just seen a very tempting protea. One doesn’t count.

Something Borrowed, is a magnificent peony from The Buns’ garden. The Chinese name for the peony means “beautiful”, which I cannot deny. More appropriately to our cause, according to the language of flowers, it represents a happy marriage and good fortune. Both of which I wish our heroes in the future.

Now for something blue. Bluebell, obvs.

To symbolise our celebrations after the ceremony, I searched the garden for hanging vines or laden pomegranate trees. I delved deep for sweet strawberries and lush ripe apples. There were no fresh quinces or passion fruit. Unfortunately, all I could come up with was a beer trap. Needs must.

But everywhere there were hearts. These are the new leaves of a dwarf green bean, Tendergreen.

And more hearts, this time Cercidiphyllum japonicum.

And even more hearts. This is a young Ipomoea tricolor ‘Heavenly Blue’, the name of which is most fitting.

For those of you out there clicking away on your abacuses, I agree, this is not strictly six. It was the hearts that done it. But surely you can never have too many hearts on your substitute wedding day? If anyone has a problem they can contact my minder/legal advisor/fashion consultant/confessor The Prop and he will undoubtedly ignore you.

Finally, a message to the wonderful Jess and Adam. Keep on keeping on, my heart swells when I think of you, but not in a bad medical way. Shall we try again next year?

There is a plus side though, I have a while longer to get into my dress which appears to have shrunk on the hanger.

Stay safe and well everyone, ’til next time.

Six on Saturday – Sunny

October 20, 2018offtheedgegardening 15 Comments

The weeks are shepherding us towards winter, a time when finding suitable subjects for Six on Saturday becomes increasingly difficult. The Lord of the Prop, whose mighty hand rules us SoSers, has followers from all corners of the earth and beyond. For some of us spring is just getting into its stride, whilst for others the cold has already set in. In this neck of the woods we are experience some deliciously clement weather, the sun is shining and although the mornings have a rousing chill, there is enough midday warmth to warrant a partial striptease. Let us enjoy it whilst we can and get going on this week’s contribution.

After the hiatus in flowering, that I can only assume was caused by such heat and dry that nonplussed both plant and gardener, we are now making up for time. There are many first time bloomers this week, including this Cosmos ‘Purity’ which although short in stature is forgiven for its perfect flowers.

Top of the list for yesterday in the garden was getting my garlic planted. This is a cultivar called Dario which is new to me, but I liked the name and felt like trying something new. It is supposed to be strong-tasting and the word “excellent” was in the description. Yes, I do believe everything I read. We will have to wait until next summer to find out. For the literatii amongst you, yes Mr K I’m taking about you, this photo is pre-planting. It is posed. If I posted a picture of a pot of planted garlic (tongue twister, give it a go) it would look like, well, a pot full of compost. Rest assured that moments later the tubby cloves were pushed down to just cover their pointy heads. Now we wait.

Another later flowerer is Salvia atrocyanea, the Bolivian Sage. Blue flowers have a special place in my heart and this is no exception. Tall and vigorous once it gets going, this tuberous perennial is relatively hardy given a well-drained soil to snuggle up in.

The parent of this osteospermum didn’t make it through the various beasts of last winter/spring. Luckily I had a back up which flowered earlier in the year and now is having another go. Which has reminded me that I haven’t taken any cuttings. Hopefully it isn’t too late, I am living rather dangerously.

Now another plant that I have featured before, Fuchsia “Bornemann’s Beste”, which is also coming into its own at the moment. It was glistening bewitchingly in the sun today, closer inspection (with specs on) revealed that it is covered with tiny silver hairs. The gift that just keeps giving.

Lastly we have a tatty old leaf of Cercis canadensis ‘Forest Pansy’. It is featured for its pure resilience. I was certain there would be not a leaf left in the whole Shire after Storm Callum bullied his way through last week. A round of applause for FP please. You can let go now.

That’s it my lovelies, another SoS completed. Don’t forget to see what the rest of his disciples have been up to over at The Prop’s. Until next time …….

Six on Saturday – I’m Back

October 7, 2017June 25, 2018offtheedgegardening 17 Comments

What do you mean you didn’t miss me? I shall ignore you dissenters.

For those of you who have been paying attention, I am back with my Six on Saturday. After one whole weeks’ absence. This meme is run by The Propagator, pop over to his site to check out his half dozen and other contributors. It’s all good clean fun. Which of course might put some of you off. Sorry about that. Without further ado let’s get on with the task in question.

My first plant this week is Fuchsia ‘Bornemann’s Beste’ which was a gift from Harriet, container gardener extraordinaire, a couple of years ago. Despite its exotic looks it seems to weather the winter without too much compliant.

Verbascum chaixii

Next we have Verbascum chaixii, the nettle leaved mullein. It is on its second flush of flowers and has avoided any attack from the mullein moth caterpillar this year. So a gold star to you.

Calopsis paniculata

Now something a little more unusual, the restio Calopsis paniculata. I bought this at Powderham Garden Festival a couple of years ago. At Cliffe we grew another restio, Elegia capensis, and since then I have been a fan of this South African grass/bamboo melange.

Cercis canadensis ‘Forest Pansy’

We have been growing our Cercis canadensis ‘Forest Pansy’ in a pot for the last seven years and although it is not what I would call “happy” is it what I would call “hanging on in there”. In the recent storms it fell over several times. Cruel really. I especially love the leaves at this time of year, just before they fall. Like stained glass.

Hylotelephium ‘Matrona’

What do we have now, oh yes, the name changer. This is Hylotelephium ‘Matrona’ formally the artist known as Sedum ‘Matrona’. This plant is particularly unusual as it was chosen and paid for by my long suffering OH. Great taste. Well he chose me didn’t he? Or was it the other way around?

Hedychium greenii

Finally, one that I tempted you with a few weeks ago, the incredible Hedychium greenii. Not green, but orange.

So that is it for another week. Thanks Mr P. Upwards and onwards!

Fallen Leaves

November 9, 2016November 10, 2016offtheedgegardening 10 Comments

Leaves of Liquidambar styraciflua

In my world death has lingered close this week. More than one special friend has been touched by the great sorrow of loss. Although once-removed from these sadnesses, it has caused me to be rather more reflective than usual.

Today I drove a friend to North Devon Hospice to pick up his car, left there after the passing of his friend yesterday. This was my first visit to the hospice. Like many of these oases, where the compassionate help the vulnerable in their final days, I have heard nothing but fine things about the care provided here. But I had also heard wonderful things about their gardens.

As rain had decided to rest for ten minutes, I took it as a sign, and did not even attempt to resist the temptation to have a quick look.

Cercis canadensis ‘Forest Pansy’

The autumn garden was, as you would imagine, looking its best. A large Cercis canadensis “Forest Pansy” looked stunning against the navy sky. After last night’s gales the leaves of Liquidambar styraciflua, the American sweet gum, carpeted the lawn. The cinnamon peeling bark of Acer griseum smouldered in the sun, with wheaten grasses and cyclamen providing a worthy under storey. In the reeded pond a swamp cypress, Taxodium distichum, with ginger needles, paddled in the shallows.

This was just an illicit taster, just a small section of the grounds. On three days each year they open these gardens to the public and I am determined to return to appreciate it fully. Us gardeners know all too well the beneficial effects of a garden. How much more can this be for those at crisis points in their lives? Healing, soothing, calming. Even a momentary escape from the harsh realities of life and death must repay a thousand fold. A beautiful distraction to allow the batteries to recharge, to strengthen, attune, accept.

Before we left we came across a seating area, looking across the lawn to the trees beyond, protected from our fine North Devon weather by glass walls. This shelter was etched with sayings, both apt and uplifting. We walked around reading them out to each other. Like a soothing mantra. One in particular stuck in my mind. We could do worse than to remember this.

Hanging On

October 19, 2016offtheedgegardening 2 Comments

Despite the strong winds of the last few days, the last leaf of Cercis canadensis ‘Forest Pansy’ holds on.

Unfurling

April 6, 2015April 6, 2015offtheedgegardening 4 Comments

Over the years it has become apparent to me that some plants are more reluctant to awaken in the spring than others. They like to take their own time, pootle along at their own rate, unaffected by what others may be doing around them, namely participating in the Great Spring Re-Clothing. These plants are players in a horticultural soap opera, complete with a dramatic “will they wont they?” cliff hanger, the following episode culminating in an emotional finale “yes I am still alive, and it was actually all a dream”. In my garden the reticent “I’m just not a morning person” is Cercis canadensis “Forest Pansy”. It may have good reason to be sloth-like as I have held it captive for the last few years in a pot. A large pot admittedly but still a pot. I wouldn’t blame it for being a little miffed. However today I have spotted some buds so we should be on our way very soon. The fine weather, a handful of fertiliser and a few encouraging words (delusional I know) and before long those demon hearts will be emerging again. Whilst in confessional mode I should point out that we have several trees in pots; some delicate like the Japanese Maples, some less so like Liquidambar styraciflua. It is a prime example of when Plant Lust wins over Plant Sense. One day they will be released, but only on the day that I have the space to liberate them. Until then I will try my best to keep them happy and recount tales of halicon days to come, when they will feel the bare earth beneath their roots and they will be able to run free ……….

This acer, however, is not ashamed to unfurl its merlot leaves for all to admire.

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Cercis canadensis “Forest Pansy”