Six on Saturday – Time Travel

May 18, 2019offtheedgegardening 29 Comments

This week I have had to enlist the assistance of the time machine again, on loan from our very own Six on Saturday Time Lord, Dr Prop. At this very moment in time I am not only here with you I am also up to high jinx on another planet, possibly indulging in age inappropriate dance moves and eating too many vol au vents. Something like that anyway.

First we have an argyranthemum. A new purchase and a lovely one too. It is very likely that I have said this before, but I will tell you again just in case you have forgotten. A few years ago, when I asked his esteened opinion, a very knowledgeable, finger on the pulse, RHS type of person said that argyranthemums were the way forward. I quite agree.

On to the demon hybrid bluebell. They are here. They look very pretty. We cannot blame them for that.

Next we have a hellebore stuck in Groundhog Day. I don’t mind in the slightest, although I do hope it doesn’t exhaust itself. I don’t want to be hearing excuses next year.

Next another new purchase, an osteospermum. It wasn’t in flower when I bought it, but I took a chance. I am a wild child. Perhaps more accurately a wild woman a little past the first flush of youth. No matter. You know what they say, “faint heart never won fair Whirlygig” (possibly).

Last weekend we had some visitors from the Big City. As the planters at the front of the house were very “Winter into Spring shabby and not in the slightest bit chic” I decided to install “Summer into Autumn fresh and unsullied by neither time nor mollusc”. I think they were fooled into thinking I keep a tidy garden. One of the newbies is this Bidens ferulifolia. This lovely is everything a bedding plant should be, bright, floriferous with the possibility of surviving the winter to give us more joy next year.

And bringing up the rear is a mini cheat. This tulip is not in my garden, nor was it ever. However over the last few weeks I have greatly enjoyed the glorious rise and fall of the blooms. Slowly transforming from tender young buds to silken brazen hussies. Just wonderful.

There we have it, another six. And don’t forget, if you need to borrow the time machine, just contact Dr Prop and he will put you on the waiting list. It comes in extremely useful sometimes.

Six on Saturday – Conform to Type

February 16, 2019offtheedgegardening 35 Comments

For this Six on Saturday I have resolved to conform to type. I will be featuring stereotypically seasonal issues only. Possibly. We shall see how that goes. “What is this Six on Saturday?” I hear you ask. “Have you just returned from trekking in the Amazon rainforest where you set up home with an indigenous tribe and lived isolated from western society for the past five years until you ran out of teabags and had to pop home to get some more?” I enquire. No matter, I will explain. It is quite simple: six, on Saturday. For more details check out our very own tribal chief, The Propamaster, and he will get you up to speed on the fine print.

First we have a primula, primrose, first rose. You might have noticed that it is blue, which is not totally traditional, but let us not get bogged down with the minutae. I have a penchant for blue flowers so I was very happy to find this little lovely in the front garden. I pointed it out to OH earlier and we agreed that neither of us had planted it there. Or perhaps more accurately, “remembered” that we had planted it.

Next the quintessential spring flower, all hail the daff! No one can complain about any poetic licence with this choice, a classic yellow narcissus. I was in Welsh Wales last weekend and was rather surprised to see they had seemingly shot up and budded in my absence. Perhaps I was away longer than I imagined.

Now a crocus, bang on! I imagine this little beauty was shifted out-of-place whilst I was rooting around removing summer bedding and planting out the violas. A small joy, hugging the edge of the butler’s sink.

Come on folks, I am surpassing myself here, now we have a hellebore! This possibly has a name but I can’t be bothered to go out and look at the label. Let us call it Purple Blotch.

Not so welcome, but definitely a feature of the season, are the emerging slugs and snails. This blatant destroyer was feasting on a pot of purple alstromeria that I am planning to pass on to Max. Again, it definitely has a name. Please see above for excuses.

And here is the exception to prove my rule. This Salvia corrugata has been flowering since time begun, and possibly a little before. Unprotected, except by my love, it has weathered storms and a few degrees of frost. Not classic winter/spring fare, but definitely worth a mention.

Now just a moment, we wouldn’t want a repeat of last week’s rather embarrassing faux pas …………… yep, we are definitely up to six, I checked twice. That is it, another SoS completed. Until the next time. I will keep practicing my counting.

Odd

February 23, 2018offtheedgegardening 11 Comments

I did something very odd in my garden today. No, not gardening, although that is a little unusual, I sat on the bench, in the sunshine and I drank a cup of coffee. I have never been one to sit in the garden. It makes me twitchy, remembering things that need to be checked or jobs I should be doing. Whilst I sat I looked through my seed box, making decisions, decisions, decisions. It was rather nice, I might well try it again.

This full-face is the hellebore that was in bud last week. Please note the intentional hazy tone to this photograph. Hours of picture manipulation have produced the resultant air of romance and one too many gins.

Six on Saturday – Optimism

February 17, 2018June 25, 2018offtheedgegardening 25 Comments

It is that time of the week again, the time for excuses and diversions. But wait a moment! This week, all is legitimate and legal, photos and text both created today. Unlike some I could mention, however I do not like to tell tales, do I Mr K ?

Six on Saturday time again hip hip horray! For those of you still unsure of what this entails, pop over to The Propagator’s site and find not only how it works but contributions from others in his control. Once you have signed your name on the dotted line in blood, you will never escape his evil grip. But don’t let that put you off, come on, join in, the more the merrier!

To begin we have a self seeded aquilegia. Last year they got a bit above their station and I promised to cull them before they trampled everything else. They are tricky to get out, with their fleshy taproots and indomitable will, but I will persist.

Next we have a lone Iris reticulata, leaning at a rather jaunty angle. I am especially fond of these irises, although I don’t often manage to keep them going for more than one year. This is, I believe, due to the fact that they should be in full sun and sandy soil, neither of which they are afforded here. This chap might be the only survivor, jostled by Narcissus ‘Tête á Tête’, crocus and violas. I am very proud of him. However, there is plenty of time for the others to wriggle through.

Now onto the obligatory “emerging shoots” photo of the day. This is Paeonia mlokosewitschii which, unless you are Polish is best called Molly the Witch. It was a gift from my extremely talented, virtual friend Sue and has yet to flower yet. As always, I am hopeful for this year.

This hellebore is the tricky dicky that I tried to photograph a couple of weeks ago. It is in completely the wrong place and slightly irritates me every time I see it. Which is a shame because it is good one. I will move it after it has flowered and hopefully it won’t sulk too much.

A small parcel arrived this morning, with no return address. I opened it and found a pot containing some plant material. No note. Very curious. Then the two pound coin dropped. The mystery plants were winter aconites, a gift from an extremely generous blogging friend, Chloris, who has an amazing garden in Suffolk. I had been bemoaning (yes I know hard to believe) that I have never been able to grow Eranthis hyemalis in our soil (a workman blames his tools) and she generously offered to send me some of hers. They are now safely potted up and I am positive they will thrive in their new home.

For the finale I have chosen vermiculite. Not a looker, but very useful. On Tuesday I received a message from my friend Pat the Field asking if I had found the bag that she had left outside my front door the previous Friday. “No”, I told her,”perhaps it has blown away”. “I don’t think so” she said “it is quite big”. So I asked my neighbour on one side, not a sign. Then yesterday I saw my other non gardening, non going outside very much at all, neighbour on the other side “have you seen a bag of, um, light brownish stuff?”, “oh I wondered what that was”. Luckily she had not thrown it away and popped it around later but asked no questions. An animal feed bag full of vermiculite, what on earth did she think it was? The mind boggles.

So there we have it, another week crossed off, soon I will be up before the parole board. Until then, I will be under the control, for at least one day each week, of the magnificent Mr P.

Another View

March 7, 2017offtheedgegardening 6 Comments

Hellebore seed factory.

GPAP – Frosty the Hellebore

January 22, 2016January 22, 2016offtheedgegardening 4 Comments

This photo was taken last January in Spotty Dotty’s garden. The emerging hellebore has been caught by frost, its back crystalline with cold. But these are tough customers and it shrugged it off in the lukewarm winter sunshine. In the weeks that followed we enjoyed a plethora of double white flowers, which later freely seeded under its petticoats. Another lovely memory.

Waffle

December 9, 2015December 9, 2015offtheedgegardening 7 Comments

Life caught up with me today so you are going to have to make do with a photograph of a hellebore and no words. As my mother would (and often does) say “you can like it or lump it”. You may even prefer it. Now I am worried that as I have let you down on the writing front you will realise that you would rather have a pretty picture and no ancillary waffle. Well, needs must and I will have to take that risk. Admittedly it is a rather lovely hellebore and I wouldn’t blame you.