Mine will not be growing in rows, that’s for sure.
Yesterday was one of those days when everything I set out to do turned into something else. For instance, I went into the kitchen intending to have a glass of wine and instead, washed out about twenty glasses that were left over from dinner the other night.
Earlier in the day, I set off to buy plants and arrived, on the far side of town with no list. After wandering around the nursery in a bemused way I was forced to admit that I couldn’t remember the half of what I wanted and couldn’t find the other half.
Later, I began to cook two curries and inadvertently added the half ingredients for one to the remainder of the ingredients for the other. Well, we still had two curries I suppose. (Also, just now I intended to type inadvertantly but instead typed inadvartantly. Aar!)
Now I’m supposed to be hastily assembling stuff and sorting stuff before rushing off for NGB minding. Um. Better go and do it.
Later there may be gardening. Photos of. All I’ll say now is that deference to my knees and back and subsequent employment of lovely gardener friend was a very good move indeed. And inviting her over for dinner was too. Not only because she’s lovely and we had a brilliant evening but because she brought strawberries! What a star!
April – before
June – after.
See? No rows. But there’s my Gertrude Jekyll rose and the Campanulas and the Verbena and the Salvia. The Crocosmia are looking a bit sad – they didn’t want to split up apparently – and the cowslip had been forced out onto the path so at some point it will be nestled back among the other flowers. There are also Anemone Japonica and Persicaria in there to flower later and the new Rosemary to replace the old one that died (It had a good innings, coming with us from our previous house twenty eight years ago. Nothing owing there). Oh and hidden in a shady corner there’s an Aconite – Christmas Rose even – and some Winter Box. The yellow Forsythia and the wonderful scented Philadelphus remain as does the gorgeous purple clematis which I planted when we first moved here. And something I’ve always wanted, a Hammamelis to flower in the cold, early months of Spring. Maybe I will learn how to make witch hazel lotion from its leaves? (Flowers? Bark?)
More to come as it settles in. And when I’ve got the hollyhocks to go at the back.
Now it’s time to feed the cat and then us. And Oh Look! the sun is out again. (Just now it rained on my garden : )
Isn’t it always?
There’s the timing of Fran’s hair colouring and getting here in time for dinner
There’s the timing of my hair perming, a bit of a mystery but YAY! It’s curly – who cares when 🙂
There’s the timing of Barney and the Bridegroom to be, having a last pre-wedding drink together (Yeah, I know, what’s the difference between one of those and one of the after-wedding drinks)
There’s the duck. Thinks it’s ready to eat now. And the roast potatoes – nobody could imagine they’re ready.
Oops! someone’s ready. I can hear them arriving outside.
They’ll be either hungry or apologetic depending on if they’re the drinkers or the hair colourers 🙂
You may have noticed that these photos are not connected to the text. This is because I had a number of flowers from a certain garden which I felt the need to post.
Some people just have that touch. Their flowers are all beautiful. (And in this case so are her photos but there’s no harm in taking some more since I happened to be there on a cat feeding mission and the sun was out 🙂
I had planned to visit tonight but as Fran and Andy came for dinner and then me and Fran printed and folded 100 orders of service I’m now going to take my hot tired little feet to bed. And the rest of me.
Sleep well everyone.