Three shoot, blue shoot:
How beautiful is this? What a good way to cheer someone up who is busy doing their tax return. Er, who should be busy doing their tax return.
Just went down to the bottom of the garden (displacement activity, moi?) because I thought I’d seen some litter, and it wasn’t litter at all but a couple of these lovely Iris unguicularis, surely a candidate for the ‘most unpleasant-sounding Latin name for a beautiful flower’ award. They grow in the base of the big hedge at the bottom of the garden, and would do much better if I dug them up and moved them into full sun. However they are inextricably linked with the hedge, so I guess I’ll just have to get some more.
It’s quite possible that I don’t need more daffodils, but I like to fly in the face of common sense and anyway I always need more daffodils, and they’re beginning to stick their heads above the ground. They timed it rather well, so they didn’t get too badly trampled while we dealt with this:
though the rest will have to be chainsawed in situ, and pretty soon; the snowdrops are also beginning to appear and there’s a giant clump slap underneath it. I’ve decided that a new rowan be put in somewhere else completely and that a tamarisk (T. ramosissima rubra, if I can get it) will go roughly near the stump. The stump itself will be covered in netting and have a clematis grown up it, and the tamarisk will be kept under control. I needed something relatively light because the bed is full of scillas. In a few weeks. Really MUST move that trunk.
And I’ve even started clearing the mess left in some of the beds – it’s amazing what you will do when accounts threaten. I’m so glad I didn’t randomly hoick (yup, it’s definitely a word, even if the spellchecker disagrees) everything up without looking, because I found this:
I thought I’d dead-headed quite efficiently. I guess not.
And I also guess that this means there’ll be lots of poppies just popping up, but who cares? Well, me – a bit – as I’ve just ordered more seeds. I have, you see, a rough idea of what colours I want in the mad annual seed bed this year. Don’t know why I bother, really, it’ll do its own thing and hopefully look as fab as it did last year. But everything is beginning to grow on already; we really need a winter. I think the interior had winter yesterday (the hills were beautifully snowy, but not so snowy as to endanger livestock), but it’s ridiculously mild again today. Hmm.
Oh yes, this was supposed to be a Wordless Wednesday post. Hmm x 2. Happy Wednesday, everyone!