The work on our driveway has ground on all week and will run a couple of days into next week. I’ve not done much in the garden, which continues to slowly awaken from its slumbers. Another foul spell of windy and wet weather is forecast for this afternoon which I’m not looking forward to since I shall be driving back from Rosemoor in north Devon. There is a flower show, there will be camellias, my involvement is required. Sitting in judgment on my fellow camellia enthusiasts brings on imposter syndrome big time. Part of me would prefer to be competing but my smallish, rather exposed garden doesn’t lend itself to producing perfect blooms.
I dodged the showers yesterday to have a look round at what was strutting its stuff. It was a five on friday sort of week in truth, but that’s not the brief so I looked some more.
Camellia ‘Adorable’ seems certain to be this year’s outstanding performer. For some reason my plant seems to be markedly slower growing and more compact than the only other plant of it I know in the national collection. No complaints there. The light does funny things to the colour and I haven’t corrected it, sorry.
We have a few ‘Tete a Tete’ daffs about but only one survivor of the various other sorts I’ve planted in the last couple of years. I’m sure we’ve got eelworms or narcissovirus or some such. I count myself lucky if they come up and flower in their first year, never mind subsequently. I’m in raptures about ‘Rapture’. Ron Scamp’s bulb catalogue came in the post this week, is that very early or very late? More temptation to resist.
Some of my double primroses are hanging in there. This one is pretty good but I really must divide and replant it when it finishes flowering. It may have a name, it probably has a name. At time of writing it’s dark and I’m not going looking.
One of the various self sown hellebores caught my eye because it had very large white flowers. Move in close with the camera and look it in the face not the back of its head and it’s not white and there is no sense of scale to tell you how big it is. It’s still nice though.
Camellia trichocarpa. Pretty much without exception, when someone has decided they don’t like a group of plants, be it Fuchsias, Begonias, Roses or whatever; what they are talking about is the ‘improved’, hybrid confections with which they are too familiar. Introduce those people to the original wild species and their enthusiasm can often bee re-ignited. Like this Camellia species. Big blooms for a species too, 8-9cm across.
The day has dawned bright, sunny and calm but it’s not going to stay that way. Still, I’m off to a flower show, can’t complain about that. The sheer simple normality of it is something for which I’m grateful. Normal also is the arrival of The Propagator’s weekly post and the links to many more. I’ll read them later.