The other day I was admiring a row of Lavandula angustifolia in The Buns’ garden. “I was just thinking” I said to Mrs Bun, who was troubled that I had drifted into some kind of pollen induced coma “that you can’t beat good old English lavender.” Relieved that the body inaction was just due toContinue reading “Prerogative”
Last year The Mantle’s white enamelled tin bath was filled to overflowing with french lavender. Impossible to beat. Or so I thought. Today a fine petunia and lobelia combination was coming very close.
Our Grand Plan for the Mantle Estate last year was very simple. It was do what you can, consolidate and hide the rest. A particularly troublesome area was dominated by a huge tree peony. The monster was relocated. If my memory serves me correctly, in my capacity of official photographer and heckler, it involved huffing andContinue reading “Lavendula stoechas – French Lavender”