One can start off their seeds indoors on a sunny windowsill. Or one can choose to take RHS exams in February. I did the latter and am wondering now whether I can fit in more trays on the limited shelfs in my brain. I might have run out of space. Or of time. One week to go!
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Finally, in October, the first flower opened! Now it’s November and it is unfazed by all the rain we had and the snails and slugs go past without noticing. I actually failed to grow this from seed and a friend gave me a seedling. Such a nice plant! It’s an annual, so I will have to try again next year.
I have very fond memories of the scented sweetpeas growing over a fence. I was too young to record when my grandmother was actually sowing them each year. These sweetpeas I sowed early this year in pots, pinched them out, but they grew vigorously anyway and then I had trouble to detangle all the stems before planting. It is worth any trouble: They have a divine scent!
From this perspective the butterfly looks like a huge, furry monster. It is welcome of course, no matter from which angle.
This is at the edge of a damp meadow near the plant centre. The large trees are wingnuts and the opulent lichen create an eerie atmosphere. It attaches itself not only to the trees, but also to the wooden benches. And to my hair probably, if I keep still long enough.
It feels like a trampoline. All the bits that drop from the trees build up on the ground and make a springy floor in the New Forest.