Back so soon? Taking part in Six on Saturday is a splendid way to mark the passage of the darkest weeks, which I am making a concerted effort not to wish away. This wild beast is overseen by our very own lion tamer The Prop. It works like this, he point an upturned chair at us, cracks a whip and we occasionally try to eat him. Something like that anyway. If you would like this confirmed, pop over to his blog and check out what is going on.
First we have a heart, suspended on our bijou cherry. I would like to say that it was a gift from Tom Hardy, but that would be at best misleading. In fact I bought this tiny terracotta tile for myself along with two other similars. They hang on the cherry tree, which was grown from a pip and therefore unlikely to doing anything of much merit, to add ornament where there is none.
Next we have Geranium bohemicum which I grew from seed last year. A few SoS’s ago I featured a geranium given to me by my college friend called ‘Blue Orchid’ . I have since discovered that it is actually called ‘Orchid Blue’ and is a cultivar of this very plant. Both are flowering now, they look the same, you would have thought I could have worked it out before.
Now onto Galanthus ‘Magnet’ a strong and upright chap, purchased last year when visiting Helen’s wonderful open garden at Little Ash. Later I transferred it into a terracotta pot, so it wouldn’t get lost in the fray. It has particularly long pedicel, the bit that attaches the flower to the rest of the plant, and therefore is noted for its fine bobbing. In fact, as I write I can see it, bobbing away in the breeze. Later there are gales forecast, I hope it doesn’t over-bob and lose its head.
Then some mummified apples and associated damage, is it canker? Perhaps. This is one of two apple trees in our garden, and they have outgrown the space. The jackdaws scoff the fruit before we can get to them and they aren’t all that special when we do. I have attempted to keep them pruned to size but it is a case of wrong plant, wrong place. Or is that a double negative and mean it is the right place? Whatever, my saw twitches when I am close by.
Another hit for Teacher’s Pet Tibouchina urvilleana. Although it keeps shrugging off the overcoat I so lovingly draped around its shoulders, it is still looking quite happy. One leaf has turned. And very beautifully too.
“Did you put a pottery horses head in one of the pots” I asked OH. “Yes” he replied. “Thank goodness, I thought the ceramics mafioso had been calling”.
That is it, all done for another week. Another day, another dollar!
