Getting pictures yesterday for todays post wasn’t a runner, it rained pretty relentlessly all day. My water tank is full, to look on the bright side. So I went out early(ish) this morning with my camera. Not a good time of day for taking pictures here, too many areas in shadow and the light rather harsh. It’s already clouding over, I could go and take them again. Or later in the day. Decisions decisions.
As you come up our drive there is a rounded shrub that you don’t want to pay too much attention to or you’ll run into something. It’s interesting but hardly head turningly so. It is currently in full flower and strongly honey scented. It is Ozothamnus hookeri. Much of what is sold under this name is the hybrid with O. rosmarinifolius, a chunkier plant altogether. You have to get in pretty close to see what’s going on with this one.
Next up is just humble Dianthus deltoides. I was amused when watching a piece on Chris Beardshaw’s Chelsea garden that the commentator picked up on a plant growing between paving across the path and thereby slowing you down and promoting mindfulness. And I just thought mine was maiden pink growing in my path. I may take another picture later when the flowers are actually out. I’ve found this a very useful path edge plant.
Baptisia australis. All the lupins I’ve ever tried to grow have been destroyed by slugs yet Baptisia doesn’t get touched. If I could keep a lupin alive long enough I’d try to hybridise them, they look quite similar, I’m assuming they’re cousins. They’re must surely be a gene in it that could be transferred to Lupins. Tricky colour to capture, I’ve been fiddling with the settings, trying to get it roughly right.
I went off to Tregrehan rare plant fair last sunday and escaped fairly lightly. It’s such a social occasion; I see any number of planty people from my employed past that I won’t see again until next year. It’s a difficult balance to strike when you’re desperate not to miss out on rare horticultural treasures but also want to catch up on all the gossip from the world you half left behind by retiring. Polygonatum curvistylum was one new acquisition. It’s gone into my revamped shady area.
The conservatory is looking colourful at the moment.
The ghastliness that is the replacement of a section of our boundary hedge with a fence has begun. Credit where it’s due, they haven’t trashed the garden, but the path to the front drive has been muddy all week and our neighbours are sitting in their conservatory looking straight into our garden like they’re in the royal box at the theatre. I really don’t feel inclined to perform for their benefit. She even had the gall to say she liked being able to look into our garden and wouldn’t mind if it stayed open like it is. Fat chance! The boundary line is the middle of the soil bank so the fence will go just our side of the 30 inch drop, with a dry stone retaining wall on their side. We have at least another week of this to endure, probably two.
Hey ho, the sun is shining. Stuff needs potting, stuff needs moving, stuff needs tidying, stuff needs watering. You know the routine; links to other sixes from the Prop’s comments section. Do join in if you don’t already, we all love visiting each others gardens and to visit dozens, worldwide, in a single day, without starting the car, is a bit the stuff dreams are made of.