Well, I don’t know about the rest of you but my garden seems increasingly to be the only sane place left in the world and it’s frustrating when lousy weather stops me getting out there. 11.5°C and raining just now. Nothing seems to encapsulate hope more than sowing seeds and watching things grow. Let’s start with seed sowing.
Seeds for 2019. Since I got my allotment in 2014 I have kept a record of the seeds I have sown so that when something works I can repeat it and when it doesn’t, I can do something different. Back then almost all I was growing from seed was veg but things seem to have changed somewhat. For 2019 I have a list of 84 items to sow and I still have 20 from the HPS seed list to add to that. 41 are vegetables, the rest an eclectic mix. There are plain brown envelopes containing things I have saved myself, been given or that fell into my pocket. There’s a batch from the Australasian Plant Society seed distribution, some from Seedaholic, a few from Jelitto.
As to the home spun philosophy equating seed sowing with hope, truth is I’m depending on a high level of failure to save me being overwhelmed. What to do for an illustration, well how about seed of Strelitzia nicolae that I collected from the plant of same that I was hacking down on my last day in Australia last year.
The hak mac movie. I can put movies into this blog without having to post them to YouTube or wherever first. I can’t see myself using it much, but it has to be tried. My apologies to anyone with a wind-up internet connection if it doesn’t work.
Acer palmataum ‘Sango-kaku’ (aka ‘Senkaki’). I was musing about plants that provided winter colour and noticed this in a garden down the road. It’s one of those gardens where everything is clipped into a neat dome including Camellia, Magnolia, Pieris, Photinia and this Acer. What struck me about it was that the effect has been to make it more twiggy and to make the colour effect more intense. So while I find the pruning deplorable I have to concede that it is effective. The autumn colour a few weeks ago was excellent too. Oddly it stood out more in dull conditions (left) than sun.
Fuchsias. When it came to shoe-horning the non-hardy Fuchsias into the glasshouse for the winter there were several looking too good to chop down. Some are still putting on a good display now, usually viewed from outside the greenhouse through rain spattered glass and condensation. I’ll cut them down eventually and they’ll be late to flower next year and the cycle just goes on. Fuchsias ‘Loecky’ and ‘Lechlade Debutante’.
Euonymus fortunei ‘Emerald ‘n’ Gold’. Further to my musings on winter colour I observed that the reason my grasses stand out is that their colour contrasts with the rest of the garden, not because they are light against a darker background. On a black and white photo they don’t stand out at all. So this Euonymus would probably do the same, except it’s tucked away in a corner, contrasting with the shed. It’s a strident tone of yellow and you wouldn’t want much of it, perhaps behind and filtering through a bare deciduous shrub?
I wasn’t going to include this yet but yesterday it opened a bloom, unfortunately facing the fence, but still too good to ignore. It’s Camellia ‘Show Girl’, which is one of a group of varieties raised by Howard Asper in America by crossing an autumn flowering C. sasanqua variety with a C. reticulata variety, the prima donnas of the spring flowerers. This flower is quite small at 4″ across, I’ve seen them over 6″ wide, plus they flower from early December until late February. That’s the stump of one of my two recently removed pines bottom left. I’m not pining for my pines.
That’s another week navigated. If you’re wondering about the flowers at the top of the post, they’re the ones that didn’t make the cut or have appeared before. Maybe next time. It’s a good thing I have lots of plants, it spares me having to use my imagination.
Actually, I can’t wait to see what other peoples imaginations have come up with this week, as well as the pictures of plants hanging on here or thriving in warmer climes. You’ll know the routine by now, pop over to The Propagator’s hexagon and head to the comments down below. There we all are, or will be.