The rain and wind on Wednesday night laid to rest any lingering thoughts of summer. I was out in it on Wednesday evening and it was truly vile. By Thursday morning the rain had blown through but the roads were strewn with leaves and twigs. The garden looked like it had taken something of a beating but I don’t think any lasting damage was done. Weather permitting, the autumn clean up will continue this weekend. The time is fast approaching when a single flower constitutes something happening in the garden but we’re not quite there yet.
Worst casualty of the wind was that my Indigofera pendula broke free of its moorings and was over at about 45 degrees. I took two thirds of this year’s growth off the top and tied it back to its stake. Hopefully it will recover as well as it did when the same thing happened last year. I noticed a few seed pods on the bits I’d removed and managed to find a few still attached to the plant. I will be watching carefully to see if they yield seeds.
About three years ago somebody or something drew my attention to Chrysanthemums as garden plants. I think I actually bought the HPS book on Hardy Garden Chrysanthemums before I made my first purchase, very far from my usual order of business. Quite why I settled on it I don’t remember but along with a few other things I ordered ‘Jolie Rose’ from Cotswold Garden Flowers. I only bought one because I wanted to see if it could survive slug Armageddon. It did, so a few more have been added since. They’re coping better with the slugs than with my hands off approach to plant supports and I now have four varieties doing their rather pleasing thing.
Fuchsia regia serrae. When Sue and I worked at *$^”* Nursery one of our specialist areas was Fuchsias. We grew quite a few of them in our own garden but only a fraction of the full nursery range. Every now and then we will encounter an old customer and find that they still have a different one from back then. This is one of those, a plant we didn’t expect ever to see again, since I doubt very much whether it’s available from any nurseries now. It would qualify at least as well as the well known ‘Lady Boothby’ for the description of climbing fuchsia and is probably about as hardy. It doesn’t have especially large flowers, starts flowering late in the season but has elegant foliage that is perhaps even better than F. hatschbatchii. We planted it in the wrong place, with nothing to climb up, so it has been moved, which it didn’t enjoy. Next year it should be much better.
Seedling Fuchsia. Fuchsias of various sorts self sow around the garden. Usually they are magellanica types and I weed them out on the basis they’re likely to be almost identical to their parent, of which we have more than enough. Just occasionally something interesting looking turns up. These I pot, label with something that two years later will be meaningless (like “Fuchsia, cyclamen tray”) and put them somewhere safe, in most cases never to be seen again. A similar fate probably awaits this one.
Camellia japonica ‘Patricia Short’. I was sent cuttings of this a few years back to try to root so that it could go in the Mt Edgcumbe National Collection. This is the only survivor and at the beginning of this week it started to open a bloom. Search the Camellia Register and you won’t find it, look in the RHS online Plantfinder and it won’t be there. Do a Google search and Pat Short’s name will come up, she’s the immediate past President of the International Camellia Society and this Camellia has been named for her. I know absolutely nothing more about it, a state of affairs I’m trying to change now that I’ve seen how good it is in flower. This may well be the first ever published photo of it.
Haknoechloa macra ‘Albostriata’ or ‘Mediovariegata’. I don’t find grasses at all easy to photograph and the Hak macs I would put at the trickier end of the spectrum. They don’t even have showy flowers to give them a “moment”. I took this Thursday afternoon when the sun was just right and managed to focus somewhere sensible. I’ll take it.
This morning is cool and breezy, I’m in no hurry to venture out. Perhaps if I kill an hour following a few links from Six on Saturday Sentral over at the running man’s site, then get a coffee, it’ll have warmed up a bit. I live in hope.