Kiss, kiss

Antirrhinum Black Prince

Antirrhinum Black Prince

Pucker up! Mwa! Antirrhinum Black Prince grown from seed this year, I’ve had some plants previously overwinter for a couple of years. This Snapdragon isn’t particularly tall growing and has darker leaves which set the sumptuous crimson flowers off.

As the Crocus email commented this morning, many plants now have a ‘second wind’, refreshed after the recent rainfall and revived by the lowering light levels. The Schizostylis have started to put out flower heads although one of the white one’s has been in flower already for a while.

Yesterday on a mellow sunny afternoon I planted autumn bulbs from Broadleigh Bulbs and am trying some old pinks again from Allwoods including Rose du Mai, Lady Granville and Bridal Veil (a very old favourite I first grew in a windowbox in Central London). The first batch of pinks last year weren’t happy in the main border in heavyish clay overhung by more vigorous plants and mostly disappeared (I know, it wasn’t ever going to work but I had nowhere else to put them at the time). Although cuttings I had taken from a previous garden of Ursula le Grove and (I think) Unique are still ensconced in said border.

The autumn bulbs include more Colchicum, The Giant and C autumnale, Crocus speciosus Albus and the yellow cupped Sternbergia lutea. I’ve also added a couple of Madonna Lilies to one bed where they can hopefully hold their own and won’t be completely swamped (which they wouldn’t like), unlike most lilies they need to be planted nearer to the soil surface which also makes them more vulnerable to being dug up as I fiddle around in the flower beds.

Two dead juvenile Blackbirds and a live Sparrowhawk (not necessarily connected)
Within 4 days of each other last week I found two dead blackbirds, one theory was that they had flown into windows. Last weekend I walked round to my squash dung pile, there was a sudden shrieking, a bird or birds crashed through a hedge in front of me at shoulder height into the main border and then something crashed back to land on the ground about two feet away from me breathing hard, a Sparrowhawk, I looked at it, it looked at me, and then it flew off.

Persicaria orientalis one season's growth.

Persicaria orientalis one season’s growth.

And Kiss Me Over the Garden Gate (Persicaria orientalis) has excelled itself again. This annual grows to monstrous proportions in just a season. I’ve got Morning Glory and Dolichos Lab Lab using the stems as a climbing frame, they are temporarily lushing up the pergola, next year the wisteria should have taken over.

Today the blustery wind is still stirring a few flecks of birch seed around, the amount of seed deposited everywhere over the last few weeks blowing in drifts into the house, blocking gutters, carpeting plant pots etc is huge, there’s going to be a birch seedling boom next year.

What’s in flower now

Selinum wallichianum flowering in late August

Selinum wallichianum flowering in late August

Selinum wallichianum, Sanguisorba canadensis, Helianthus Vanilla Ice and Velvet Queen. Crocosmia are on their final run including Star of the East and Buttercup. Salvia Hot Lips and La Luna, Cyclamen hederifolium. The Oenothera pallida Innocence grown from seed sown this spring is sprawling everywhere to the point of untidiness, but unlike O stricta the white cupped flowers which have just started to open have a positive nice scent. The Solanum rantonetti and laciniatum are flowering their socks off. Crinum trumpets are opening, not sure what to do with these over winter. Fuchsia species and Hawkshead and Lady Bacon.

Fuchsia Lady Bacon

Fuchsia Lady Bacon said to be hardy. I overwintered it in the conservatory.

There’s a second lower growing flush of delphinium flowers and I’ve just noticed a new purchase Helianthus Monarch which will be somewhat taller next year has a couple of buds. The dahlias are picking up although I think White Honka is not as delicate as Yellow Honka. Le Vonne Splinter is like a big beaming sun, sadly my more is more purchase this year Akita didn’t make it. I’m quite liking Ike a ruby red. The gingers have only just started, joining the apricot orange flowers of Canna Chocolate Sunrise.

Cirsium canum

Cirsium canum

An amethyst coloured cirsium I bought as Spp from Pan Global Plants a few years ago turns out to be Cirsium canum as I also grew it from Special Plants seed this year. I now have 5 plants, the original one is at least 7 foot in full flower which are just finishing now. I’ll be wading into the border this weekend to hack it down and give the aster Alma Potschke some flowering space. The main aster show has yet to commence.

Non flowering phlox
I had a phlox in the previous garden which stubbornly refused to flower, it moved here, it still hasn’t flowered, eelworm? Two I bought last year from Elizabeth MacGregor Nursery have been in flower for weeks, palest cream pink Monica Lynden Bell and mauvey/white Violet Flame, Monica is growing under the same conditions as the non flowering phlox.

I’ve started taking cuttings of plants I want to overwinter in the conservatory and sown a number of pots of wild flower seeds including Betony, Greater Bird’s Foot Trefoil, Sanguisorba and Pepper Saxifrage as many need a period of cold then warmth to kick start germination (Emorsgate Seeds). Yellow Rattle seeds were scrabbled directly into the soil of the mini meadow, let’s hope next year’s grass weakening exercise is more successful and I can get a better range of meadow plants to establish, bit of a washout so far due to poor prep. I’m told that direct sowing the annual Yellow Rattle like this is more effective than plugs.

My tomatoes are still absolutely lousy with whitefly despite various sprays organic and otherwise – Yuk. Not such a good year, Large Barred Boar definitely wins for taste and unusual dark red flesh with green flecking (from Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds). I think I’ll clear the greenhouse and burn all the tomato plants this weekend.

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Fruitiful

Manky old Victora Plum

Manky old Victora Plum

Hawthorn berries are starting to blush in the hedgerows, hanks of shiny khaki blackberries and sloes softly blooming purple tell of promise to come. Swathes of bindweed green up the tired hedgerows it festoons and Hemp Agrimony and Loosestrife add colour to damper places.

The unwanted fat green and pale maroon translucent skinned fruit of the manky Victoria Plum are dropping to the ground, Speckled Wood butterflies making a meal of them with birds and other beasties. The flavour I find is generally disappointing. Had the first damson from the Merryweather planted last year, the fact it’s smaller and has that slight Grrrr of tartness makes it more attractive as a plum.

 

What’s hot?

The Agapanthus have been generally good this year and have lasted for weeks. I’ve got various named cultivars and seedlings. The last in flower now are Tornado and an unnamed white in pots, and a pale blue in the border.

I’m still liking sunflower Vanilla Ice, it continues to flower merrily on. Garden Statement a real disappointment, lovely lemon yellow but stumpy in stature (I really must read descriptions properly rather than assume things!). Each plant put on one large flower and a couple of very small side flowers, that was it. Dahlia australis grown from seed a bit disappointing as well, lots of growth but the flowers infrequent and sporadic at the moment. I bought some new grasses from Knoll Gardens recently, I like Pennisetum Fairy Tails, the thin fuzzy heads are more delicate than some of the other pennisetum and have a lovely rippley movement in a breeze.

Amongst the huge purpled snail bitten leaves of a seedling from Ligularia Britt Marie Crawford are great knobbed stems which open to flowers of a fabulous golden orange, less blarey orange than some of the crocosmias currently in flower, although I’m liking the tone in Cornish Copper from Trecanna Nursery.

Glaucium flavum

Glaucium flavum

Wild flowers given a bit of soft growing often bulk up more. This Horned Poppy was grown from seed taken from a Norfolk shingle beach where the silver leaves and sprawling stems grew skinny and hard, here the plants are altogether more lush and juicy, the flowers sitting plumply amongst the foliage.

Harvested the hay meadow bit, we’ll sow a lot more Yellow Rattle in the next few weeks as the wild flower plugs have struggled and given up for the most part, the creeping buttercup and over juicy grass having swamped them.

Today we’ve had much rain, the tail end of Hurricane Bertha. Rain over the last week has encouraged the mole to go bonkers reclaiming deserted runs as the digging gets easier and the clay based soil softens again.

The courgettes have really only just started to kick in, I thought the cow muck heap would have had enough moisture in it to sustain the plants,  not so, I’ve had to water copiously to get them going. It’s a critical time for the winter squash to set as they also have been a bit slow. The watermelon I think is unlikely to set, never mind, the neat cut foliage and leaves sprinkled with yellow dots (Moon and Stars) is pretty. The Large Barred Boar tomatoes (Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds (US)) have so far generally performed better than my old favourites Costoluto Fiorentino, Gardener’s Delight took a while but are now cropping. Whitefly have taken hold in the greenhouse despite spraying, and the spider mites seem undeterred by the predatory mites on the brugmanisa.

The Seeds of Italy update email mentioned that people were saying their French Beans had not set this year, I’ve had no set on pole beans or runners, I partly put this down to allowing them to grow up into an old apple tree, they’d rather keep on growing over fruiting. The dwarf bean Marvel of Piedmont has cropped, a good tasty bean with purple striping (from Seeds of Italy).

The first Morning Glory flower opened yesterday - special!

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Glow stars

Another creature of the night - Oenothera stricta or Evening Primrose

Another creature of the night – Oenothera stricta or Evening Primrose

On Monday night around 10 – 11:00PM by the canal near Seend, the ladies turned their pale green lamps on. Spangling banks and hedgerows, at times their light reflected in the canal too, terrestrial stars echoing the night sky above.

I wonder what canalsiders must have thought as we tripped along in the dark looking for glow worms (and bats)? Most are probably well aware of the special little creatures they live alongside as canal boat windows are around bank level.

The ladies look a bit like very large ladybird larvae, and much as i’d like to bring some home to colonise my garden, it won’t work, I’ll admire them, then leave them exactly where they are to do their thing -  glow, mate, die. They’re too rare and special to mess with!  If you see any locally log the number and location with the UK  glow worm survey.  More about glow worms and log sightings  (UK Glow Worm Survey)

I’ve grown three types of oenothera from seed this year for the south facing garden for scent and evening effect. Despite mole burrowings, Oenothera stricta has been first into flower. Sources say it’s biennial, these have flowered in year one. The pale lemon flowers open in later evening really quite fast, the cups shimmering as the light fades and lasting until around midday the next day (the picture was taken around 7:30AM).

Zaluzianskya capensis - a battered veteran from last year

Zaluzianskya capensis – a battered veteran from last year

Supposedly deliciously and heavily scented I can discern scent but not strong or particularly appealing (maybe they’re sulking as the Nicotiana alata are really excelling themselves at the moment with heady evening scent).

The Zaluzianskya capensis grown from seed survived from last year outside by the front door and this sorry specimen has been replanted in the hope that she’ll produce cutting material. This year’s sowing netted me nada, zip, zilch seedlings. Another evening opener, nothing much to look at during the day and then these purple backed startlingly white, cut petalled flowers open. The perfume is strong and slightly artificial like Autoglym car products,  not unpleasant, just unusual.

Each pod contains an egg / larvae

Each pod contains an egg / larvae

Today I’ve been trying to tidy seedlings and pots up, throwing away gone overs, no shows and left too long in pots with no home to go to etc. etc. I tipped out a dierama seedling for planting out and nestled round the base under the soil was a figure of eight of these fresh bee pods (pyracantha leaves I think, although sources note roses are a favourite). Inside each pod I understand is a single bee egg / larvae. The parent bee is a Megachile or Leaf Cutter Bee. Another pot also yielded pods, some blackened so presumably older. The pods have been reburied hopefully somewhere I won’t disturb them again as they’ll now develop ready to hibernate over winter.

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It’s autumn already …

Cyclamen hederifolium

The first Cyclamen hederifolium of the 2014 autumn season

The first tentative Cyclamen hederifolium flowers are showing with many more gawky necked beaked buds starting to unravel from the corm.

And its hot, like you know real summer – what’s that all about?

Light and shade play across the drowsing afternoon garden, sharpening the curves and focusing individual trees in the woodland along the edges of nearby Salisbury Plain. High white clouds glide across a blue sky, it’s only raining on Ireland today according to the rain radar.

We were on the edges of thunderstorms on Saturday, the rain hammered down briefly, but now some parts of the garden are dry again,  plants in the wrong place such as the Primula florindae look woebegone every few days. And when I water after the damn mole has been lifting plants with its back,  it comes back again, and again – bye, bye Eschscholzias it was nice seeing you in full glorious flower briefly, and the diascia, and oenothera, and… Much easier for moldewarp to shift aside nice moist soil not hard baked clay, elsewhere its surface runs in the clay are cracking and collapsing making the lawn a little treacherous.

It’s a period of downtime for me,  it feels like dim and distant school summer holidays, hot brightly lit days drifting one into another, the torpor of the dog days takes hold, my birthday comes and goes, and then the coolness of September, freshly sharpened pencils carefully inscribe new exercise books with name and form, and so autumn term begins.

There are heavy guns going off intermittently on the plain and I think of all those people around the world for whom today that rumble and thump will have meaning, bringing hope or dread. Here at least this hot summer afternoon the booms of the ordnance being fired up on that great chalk downland aren’t in anger or an immediate threat, except perhaps to a few Great Bustards and local villages with the occasional wayward shell.

Crossing paths with wildlife part 102: The toad in the watering can. The empty cans had been lazily thrown onto the lawn the evening before. I filled one can from the outside tap. I thought I heard a plop as I was watering, didn’t think any more of it, just water sloshing a bit. Then I filled the can again, and just as I picked it up, up came a toad, it looked at me and dived,  and came up and dived again – needless to say it was released from the maelstrom back onto terra firma.

The fat milky green hazelnuts are being raided by squirrels earlier than last year. Day on day the endless nittering of shells being opened can be heard and the evidence is strewn across the lawn. All the Early Rivers Plums just at the point of ripeness went within a day, I presume squirrels, and apples are also being broached.

For two days in a row a skinny but lithe young fox has been in the field across the stream, so very close to the chickens. Unconcerned about me watching it, it padded around the field every so often doing the 4 feet off the  ground at once pounce onto too nifty voles (I guess). Only a very rumbly farm tractor making its way along the bordering road had it running pell mell for cover.

And I’ve just had a young bullfinch sporting a bright pink breast but rather scruffily as if its stuffing was falling out, and with a rather full beak, stare at me through the window, shrug and disappear again.

The not quite right white/blue/yellow border

The not quite right white/blue/yellow border

And finally I apologise to any readers of my articles in LandScape magazine for the seeming obsession with the not right white/yellow/blue border! I’m working on it!! And today I’m liking the Helianthus debilis Vanilla Ice, a pale lemon/cream. Campanula Lactiflora Pritchard’s Variety, a little mauvey blue but he’s staying. Then the drift of Nicotiana alata by the bench kicks in as evening falls, the large white flowers open fully again and release intense scent, mmmm.

It’s the Big Butterfly Count for the next few weeks – I’ve done the first of a couple of counts. In the last few days I’ve seen Red Admirals, Peacocks, Small Whites, Green Veined Whites, Large Skippers, Commas, Speckled Woods, Gatekeepers, Meadow Browns and Tortoiseshells, plus a few Marbled Whites drifting by. The Grasshoppers are also busy zizzing away, it almost feels like the Mediterranean!

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Robin, I thought we were friends until …

Kniphofia Tawny King

The tawny bed after rain, Kniphofia Tawny King and Digitalis laevigata

… you ate all my fruit.

OK, so the fruit is not in full production but in holding pots awaiting a proper home this autumn. So far you’ve had the Gloire de Sablon pink currants, the one ripening All Gold raspberry, and between yesterday and today all 6 red not quite ripe Whinham Industry gooseberries. Plus I found you had been into the living room and pooped on the sofa – not nice. It’s all very cute looking at me with your limpid round black eye, all speckley feathered, teetering on the edge of a plant pot with those dainty little feet. And I saw you this morning cheekily taking a bath sitting on a waterlily pad, but this take, take, take, will have to stop! Well actually apart from the blackberries you’ve already taken the lot!

We’re surrounded by young birds various at the moment trying to make their way in the world it seems. A young Carrion Crow tells the young Magpies where to get off when it comes to first dibs on the bird table, although the cheeky Magpies were teasing (not mobbing) the crow just now in one of the trees,  the crow eventually flapped off in a huff. We’ve got a plethora of robins, and at least 1 wren still feeding fledged young, Bullfinches various hold court on the sunflower seeds. Gangs of Long Tailed Tits can be heard and sometimes spotted, the Starlings and Jackdaws though appear to have taken themselves off into the wider countryside. Saw a Barn Owl swoop low over the field in the dimming light last night and the Tawny Owl babes are still calling loudly and testily for food.

We’ve had rain today, and hail and thunder and everything. The rain has been missing us for days but today a welcome downpour,  the temperature has dropped somewhat.

The picture above shows Kniphofia Tawny King which in the last garden didn’t support itself terribly well, but standing to attention here. The Digitalis ferruginea is now in flower, the bees busily clambering aboard each lipped landing platform. (22/7/14 Actually I think I must correct myself, D laevigata was first in flower and shown above although I do have D ferruginea but he is brown lipped, D laevigata has a pale lip).

Brugmansia Grand Marnier

Brugmansia Grand Marnier

The Brugmansia is doing it’s thing, the scent is just starting to ramp up for the evening, vying with Lonicera halliana and Nicotiana alata. It’s unattractively festooned with Bioline packs to try to combat spider mites.

Beware fried toads in empty ceramic pots. Sadly a few weeks ago I found a desiccated toad which had somehow climbed into an empty plant pot and then couldn’t get out. On Sunday morning, drowning not waving a toad was seen stretching up trying to get out of another empty pot as the sun warmed up, needless to say it was released.

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Where have all the flowers gone?

gone for hayThe village green was a waving sea of grass last week and then poof! It’s all gone. The Meadow Brown butterflies could be seen flopping disconsolately around in the shortened grass, their habitat somewhat curtailed. Grasshoppers have just started to emerge and zizz, now under somewhat reduced circumstances.

There’s something gorgeously glossy about a meadow at it’s peak, flowering grasses moving sinuously in the breeze. And I do understand that it needs to be cut otherwise it will just become a tussocky sodden mess. Most of the Green has been cut for haylage which is better than merely mowing it which I don’t think is particularly beneficial. I hope that they keep to this sort of regime rather than trying to enforce a prim and proper boring all the time sort of village green.

Marston’s clay land isn’t as floristically diverse as neighbouring Salisbury Plain chalk downland  but nonetheless is home to bugs, butterflies and other scuttlers which in turn provide food for swallows, bats and the local owls. A lot of the grassland around here has been “improved” so the Green offers a more diverse area of grass and flowers. The margin in the picture above contains amongst other things, Geranium pratense, Meadowsweet and Meadow Vetchling.

My parents have just returned from SW France and were bowled over by the flowers in bloom both wild and in gardens. They went particularly WOW! on seeing the roadsides on the way to Minerve awash with wildflowers which they decided to revisit a couple of days later, only to find that the margins had been mown in the interim – no more flowers!

The diversity of butterflies is increasing as summer rolls on, Large Skippers are abroad in the garden and feasting on Meadow Vetchling in field and by way margins and I’ve seen a few Scarlet Tiger moths. A Marbled White butterfly passed through the garden to somewhere more interesting.

Fourteen gardeners and more allotmenteers were brave enough to open their gardens / allotments to public scrutiny in Marston and Worton on Sunday. Thank you! We visited most, and all were clearly loved and tended, nearly everyone had a veg plot of some description tucked somewhere, I was most envious of new potatoes, ripening strawberries and plumptious currants.

And we had rain hurrah! Although it was a bit odd to be confined indoors in the gloom after weeks of sun.

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That was the longest day

Dactylorhiza X Grandis Blackthorn Strain and Corydalis flexuosa

Dactylorhiza X grandis Blackthorn Strain and Corydalis flexuosa

It’s all downhill from here… the sun rose around 4:50AM and set around 9:20PM and it didn’t rain, in fact is was actually sunny (well I wasn’t up quite so early but the chickens told me so). We haven’t had rain here (apart from a scatter of drops one evening) for over 3 weeks.

This year the Clegs seem worse than last, apparently it’s only the female fly that bites (sorry Nick), the males waft around eating pollen, little consolation as I dance and twirl around the garden trying to fend off a marauder,  especially if I missed first slap advantage. It makes gardening trickier as once I’m concentrating on weeding, pruning etc. they sneak in and, ouch! It doesn’t help that we have damp woodland, long meadow grass and a stream, perfect conditions for them. Interestingly (or not) my Ma is Norwegian and they call them Klegg (Scottish/northern?).

We’re still getting hornets flying by,  generally at second storey level. There’s a bumble bee nest just above the front door. The Beautiful Demoiselles and other Damsel Flies continue to play and mate and lay, now joined by Chaser Dragonflys. The main butterflies at the moment are Tortoiseshells and Meadow Browns who particularly favour a rather dull mounding mauve scabious which may be Pink Mist, it can’t be Butterfly Blue that would be misnamed.

A white Dactylorhiza fuchsii (unless someone knows better?)

A white Dactylorhiza fuchsii (unless someone knows better?)

I have a few orchids in the garden,  Dactylorhiza praetermissa and D maculata have already been and gone. Dactylorhiza x grandis ‘Blackthorn Strain’ which came originally from Keith Wiley’s nursery has picked up the baton and is particularly large and in your face right now. Another Dactylorhiza I’ve had for years which might be Eskimo Nell or D fuchsii O’Kellyi, has white flowers and unmarked leaves, much smaller and more retiring, forming modest little clumps.

A Chatterbox orchid, Epimedium gigantea (a US native) from Avon Bulbs is just coming into flower.  As a kid on summer holidays I remember the huge helleborines in the sand dunes at Shell Island near Barmouth in Wales.

Cypripedium reginae in bud (May)

Cypripedium reginae in bud (May)

An end of season bargain Cypripedium bought a couple of years ago, probably C reginae also now over, produced a sister this year. I don’t think some orchids like to be lonely, they often form little colonies of interlocking forked roots. There is something a little bloated about these particular orchids in full flower but I look forward to the build up to flowering, from a small sheathed bud, to enclosed pouch then bud burst.

Shown with the D Blackthorn is Corydalis flexuosa which is supposed to disappear underground in summer? It remained low growing and green all winter. The purple and the blue don’t quite go together, it’s a slightly nauseous combo which I have inadvertently also created in a temporary planting with Salvia patens Guanajuato from Constantine Nursery (who also stock a white D fuchsii) and two heliotropes (thankfully Lord Roberts’s first flowers are fading as they age).

Delphinium Alice Artindale

Delphinium Alice Artindale

Alice has gone mad, mad I say! I’ve had this double flowered delphinium a number of times over the years, (this one from Pan Global Plants last year). Mostly she has been a little wan and spindly, is this boom and bust I wonder, just one big burst and no more. As you might be able to deduce (already dead headed clump to the left), she’s kicking in as the main delphinium show in my garden is finishing, although in another local garden their fabulous delphinium show is just peaking. This delphinium was introduced in 1935 by Artindale’s nursery and named Alice after the owner’s wife. I see that many more doubles are now available including the Highlander series bred in Glasgow by Tony Coakley (the Elizabeth McGregor nursery stocks a range).

The sun has gone in briefly, hurrah! I must away to rake up lawn clippings and dance with Clegs.

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It’s quiet here in the country … not

Stemmacantha buds

Stemmacantha buds

Outside at this moment blackbirds are sounding persistent warnings and trying to fend off squirrels (I think) in a nearby tree, we’ve got some cocky squirrely youngsters who’re also raiding the bird food. Which is also going down at an alarming rate as we are host to hordes of greenfinch, bullfinch, chaffinch and various tit fledgies.

Earlier four or five buzzards, probably youngsters (the underwing markings were not so definite), were exploring the thermals, loop the looping and making daring low level forays over the garden until a grumpy carrion crow decided to spoil their fun and see them off.

Last night two tawny owl youngsters in nearby oak trees were rustily “sfweeping” in competition presumably for parental food. I gave up watching for an incoming silhouette as the daylight turned down and the moon got brighter. One night last year we had a youngster right by the house that went on and on, and on, until finally a parent turned up with a frog offering.

The magpies continue to run egg forays and it’s their excited yakking and ratattating that now alerts me to the possibility that the chickens have laid, 3 – 0 to me today, 1 – 1 to the magpies yesterday.

The evening light makes the towering white foxgloves glow briefly and then fade out reminding me of a Tove Jansson Midsummer Madness moomin illustration. Soon the foxgloves will have had their time, the gloves are dropping one by one accompanied by the trumpet amplified buzzing of bees.

Sweet Pea Matucana

Sweet Pea Matucana

Scent is starting to build as I walk out from the back door, heliotrope, brugmansia, nemesia, honeysuckle and sweet pea Matucana, a heady mix.

But damn the bl***y mole, the courgette plants were all undermined today and wilting in the sun, newly planted iris set all askew and rings run around plants whose soil I stamped down yesterday.

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Things I quite like at the moment

Iris Provencal with I Katie Koo in the background

Iris Provencal with I Katie Koo in the background

Apart from magpies, moles, squirrels, capsid bugs, chlorosis and various fungal blights and diseases.

The magpies are stealing the chicken eggs. One or other of a pair hop up to the little ramp into the chicken house, cock one eye towards the opening,  if there’s an egg it’s in and gashing at it to empty it enough to get it away to a place of safety to finish it off.

Luckily it’s raining at the moment and the chickens are in the hen house, but I can hear the magpies chakking and skreaking close by, just watching, (as are the jackdaws and less often the rather magnificent Carrion Crows). Is someone molesting the Goldcrest nest (magpie/squirrel)? I’ve found mossy nest remnants over the last two weeks under the tree they are active in.

The mole is running rings round plants and dehydrating them. On the River Dart in Devon last week a dead mole gently floated by,  its large white paddle paws raised to the sky.

I’ve enjoyed a number of the iris for the first time this year, I bought some a while back which languished in pots during the move. Madame Chereau has been good value, the white flowers have strong blue plicate edges and are smaller than “normal”, held on elegant candelabra. She’s been in flower for a good few weeks, just coming to an end now. Nassak has pale blue standards and white falls with blue plicate markings, it is beautifully scented like English Cottage, and like EC was toppled by heavy rain. Katie Koo is a smaller I germanica, earlier flowering with purple-blue flowers, a good sturdy do’er and strongly scented. The picture above shows Provencal which along with Patina will be relocated to the south facing garden, with their odd colouring they don’t fit in the cream/blue getting more pinky mauve (oh no!) border. Ya gotta be disciplined with this colour scheme thing,  it ain’t happening for me yet. Iris suppliers Woottens and Cayeux

Allium schubertii with Carex buchananii

Allium schubertii with Carex buchananii

Thalictrum Elin with Pimpinella major Rosea

Pimpinella major Rosea with foliage of Thalictrum Elin

Clematis Lasurstern with elder

Clematis Lasurstern and a dark leaved elder

Allium christophii viola Louisa

Allium christophii with viola Louisa

I like this mad explosion of the allium with the swirling Carex. The pinky russet tones complement each other.

Bees like alliums too.

 

 

 

 

This picture doesn’t capture the metallic glaucous gorgeousness of Thalictrum Elin’s foliage (the flowerheads are another few feet up in the air). The pointillist panicles of the pimpinella airily float around it. The pimpinella flowers are a light crushed blueberry and cream sort of pink.

 

 

 

This clematis had been left by the previous owner on a south facing wall and I relocated it. I’m guessing it’s Lasurstern which is described as having dinner plate sized flowers. I’ll keep the elder clipped fairly tight, this year it caught up with the clematis. Later on Morning Glory Heavenly Blue will become intertwined for a late summer/autumn contrast show (slugs permitting).

 

Who’d have thought these starry alliums would have a sweet scent? Weeding has its bonuses when you get down and personal with the soil. Viola Louisa from Elizabeth McGregor’s nursery is also a good do’er, long flowering and scented. Rosa Chapeau de Napoleon is struggling to get a look in in the mix at the moment, the crested buds are in the middle of the picture.

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There’s a bright golden haze …

Buttercups in late May

Buttercups in late May

It’s not the corn of Oklahoma but the quintessential British buttercup, utterly pointless commercially but a fabulous sight. It’s Ranunculus acris, the Meadow Buttercup rather than the Creeping Buttercup R repens which comprises half our lawn. It has occurred to me that weakening the grass in the meadow bit in the garden with Yellow Rattle will open up more space for Creeping Buttercup rather defeating the object of greater floristic diversity?

Lush May and the silage has been being gathered before the expected downpours, the drone of the machines in the fields and then the sudden rattle of farm machinery belting by on the road.

Over the last few days the indolence of full summer has hit me, the plants in greenhouse and conservatory stressed by high temperatures, and plants to go in the garden stacking up with nowhere to put ‘em until we have some softening rain and a bit of overcast weather.

Buckeye Belle

Buckeye Belle

There may well be a June flowering gap as many plants are already in full flower. Peony Buckeye Belle is well ahead of the other herbaceous peonies though, what a fabulous colour.

First roses into flower have been Louis XIV, the deep red flowers scorched as usual, three already here, Mary Rose, Handel and Queen Elizabeth, and Gloire de Dijon restored for now at least to a luscious apricot colour (last year it flowered more pink which apparently it does sometimes when it’s hot).

The starling missions stopped a few days ago so they must have fledged well ahead of last year.

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