OK, I know, it’s a day late. But for some reason I suddenly decided to upgrade my OS last night as I was preparing my GBBD photos, and that was the end of that. Dur.
Mind you, I can distract myself quite easily at this time of year. The kitchen looks insane, with heaps of onions, shallots, apples, damsons – well, eirin bach, the small wild Welsh plum – and pears and all the jam-making equipment out, and I have a tendency to forget that there are flowers in the garden as well. Of course there are. There are courgettes.
But there are plenty of other delights, which is why I’m still posting a GBBD – it’s wonderful to get out there and look at something more edifying than a beetroot (though beets are pretty edifying, if you ask me).
The agapanthus survived the midwinter snowfalls, though I thought it might have succumbed at one point and took to examining it closely in early spring, hunting for signs of life. It has been flowering its socks off, bigger and better than ever.
This had been in a pot for many years, and when I finally got round to putting it in the ground I was staggered – the pot was almost entirely filled with roots; there was no soil at all as far as I could see. There were thirty flower spikes this year; perhaps it likes being buried under snow:
While I hope we don’t have quite the same level of snow this year, I’m certainly leaving the dead heads on just in case. Enough with winter.
The lavenders have also been exceptional this year, and alive with bees; this evening I counted over twenty in one small area. I harvest a lot of lavender, but I’ve got so much I don’t seem to make much of an impression. I gave them a savage prune earlier in the year, and they evidently liked it. I think they are probably Hidcote, but they were unlabelled when I bought them.
The array of scents in the garden are slightly confusing – the sweet peas by the kitchen door almost counteract the smell of chutney making, but they are beginning to fade. I’m getting paler ones; earlier they were mostly purple, but there are a lot of delicate blush pinks now.
They all have a powerful fragrance, so I don’t care, but it would have been good to have some paler ones as contrast. I must remember to plant a variety of shades next year.
And I have some new plants, ready and waiting to go in. One is this lovely primula – again unlabelled, perhaps someone can tell me what it is; it’s rather like a candelabra primula with an auricula air about the stems. It could be Primula capitata ‘Sylvana’. Maybe.
No idea where it’s going in the garden, but I think I’m in love.
And then it started raining. The honeysuckle is having another burst of flowering (Indian summer, Indian summer, not early autumn, no way), and for a few minutes the insects carried on feeding in the fine rain – look on the underside of the flower at the extreme left:
For a short time the rain was so fine that the droplets collected before falling, and I could still manage to take photographs. My Clematis rubramarginata has been flowering wildly; the Julia Correvon on the other side of my arch is over but this is delightful:
I love looking at flowers in these conditions (though it’s much better if I remember to change out of espadrilles, it was like walking around on two thatched cottages by the time I finished), as the rain draws your attention to different details, different aspects of their beauty. My big lily, for instance:
Stunning – I do hope it’s got something left in it for next year; I’ve had it for ages, and it would be very disappointing indeed if this year’s triumph was its swan song!
Once again, thanks to May Dreams Gardens for hosting GBBD…