A wet and misty morning here in North Wales. The only thing happening in my garden today is the plants and vegetables quietly getting on with growing. The problem is so will the slugs and snails! I have plenty of other work to be getting on with (in anticipation of passing the first year of my OU course which will allow me to progress to the second year), but I’ll be popping back – for some light relief – to The Propagator’s blog and the wide-range of Six of Saturday entries. We should hold our own – virtual – Village Show, though judging the produce would be problematic, and who would set out the Rules?
First These two rowans had self-seeded in the front border last year – no doubt aided by a bird or two. I dug them out and put them in pots, and left them to it. The one on the right looks dead (it was outside all winter), but I’ve potted it on and there are loads of roots, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it’s just being lazy. The one on the left was tiny and kept in the Potting Shed over winter. It doesn’t have as many roots as the other, but at least it looks alive!
Second A grass my brother gave me either last year or the year before. It seems to like this pot and the position as there are flowers. It might be a carex; it’s supposed to turn a bronze colour in the autumn (but I can’t say I noticed last year).
Third Fuchsias. The ones on the left image are cuttings from the one on the right; offcuts from 2019 that I stuck in a bucket of water and left over the winter months. They rooted, and these (along with some in the front border) are the result – lining the back wall of my raised beds. The bees love them.
Fourth The peonies are out and already going over after one night of rain! The darker shades are/were looking brash and blowsy, while the paler Sarah Bernhardt blushes in embarrassment in between. I have removed the peg – which was there to remind me about the sharp end of a garden cane.
Fifth As the nectaroscordum begin to turn from drooping flowers to upright ones, Allium Caeruleum (blue) and Allium Drumstick (deep red) are waiting their turn to shine. Thank you to Frogend dweller for pointing out this odd habit of the nectaroscordum flowers, and reminding me of their other name of ‘Honey Lily’ (aka honey garlic, Sicilian honey lily, Sicilian honey garlic, or Mediterranean bells.)
Sixth The lavender border was alive with bees happily buzzing away – yesterday. I grow two varieties of English lavender here, ‘Hidcote’ (darker with a compact flowerhead) and ‘Munstead’ (pale with a loser flowerhead). Munstead is said to be shorter than Hidcote, though I’d not previously noticed any difference until this year.
I took cuttings from each of these in 2019 and several grew. Those not given away (or dead) are currently in a temporary bed at the end of the herb bed – still in their pots, along with some rosemary. They don’t grow very fast but most have flowers this year.
Whatever the weather is doing where you are, I hope it’s neither too hot, too cold nor too wet for whatever you have planned for the weekend. I’ll be avoiding the football and tennis (sport in general) and attempting to find last night’s ‘Gardener’s World’ on the i-player after Wimbledon over-ran and the BBC switched GW to BBC4 and didn’t amend the schedule to match.