It is time to indulge in a little healthy recollection. Let me take you back to a sweltering June day. I was visiting a good friend in Somerset and we had taken a trip to the Bishop’s Palace in Wells. The gardens were bountiful, seemingly not suffering from the unfamiliar sultry weather. From the herbaceous borders to the vegetable gardens all was lush and lovely. There were enough other visitors to make it a sociable occasion but not too many to be intrusive. The heat ensured meandering rather than rushing, enforcing a more leisurely tempo and therefore a more enjoyable journey. Afterwards we rested at the edge of the wide rill, that fed from the spring to the moat, and dangled our appreciative feet in the cool water. Perfect.
I’ve been away for a few days. And very nice it was too. However, it is hard to leave your garden in the midst of the growing season, drought or no drought. Actually I’m not sure anyone has officially said the “D” word yet, but it won’t be long, mark my words. The day before we left I watered everything well and shuffled pots into shadier places. Then I crossed my fingers. And it worked. On my return all was well. On the cusp, perhaps, but fine. Today I have repeated Thursday’s irrigation. No one blinked.
This daylily, one of the magnificent Pollies Daylilies seedlings, was revving up to flower before we left. Kindly, it waited until today to bloom, and very pleased I am too.