This picture says everything about the state of my lawn. Very rough.
everything that grows and stays put
Can’t wait – so I pick them, when they are small and sweet. They never make it into the kitchen!
This reminds me, I still haven’t been to Mottisfont to see the roses…
A little bit old fashioned? Hm. I like the bordeaux markings in the flowers. As if someone has drawn them, very finely, with ink. They are incredibly easy to grow and propagate. In my clay soil with lots of stones I didn’t expect them to grow so well.
We planted the perennial honesty under a huge, dark beach tree last spring. They’ve flowered profusely this year with light purple flowers and are now developing seedpods. There’s no mildew on these plants, they are doing well in their dry, shady spot.
Well, there are some moths and butterflies depending on these, but there are plenty of brambles and groundelder around. I just was too busy doing my RHS course than weeding in that corner of the garden. If they weren’t such thugs, I would probably admit that I like the flowers.
People might say that Cotoneaster frigidus is not a very desireable plant. But it is a true bee-magnet. Just listen to that noise, the whole shrub is alive and buzzing. I should add sound to this post …
And the visiting flock of redwings will be very pleased with those bees and their diligent pollinating, when they come in December to gorge on the berries.
This is a thousand times better than bird feeders! It tops up itself and you never have to clean it. Perfect.
I had to wait outside the new US embassy in London for three hours and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The landscape design with a lake, waterfall, prairie planting and north-american trees makes the place feel like a genorous, open and very modern public garden. The latter adjectives haven’t been mentioned together with America for a while I guess.
May I introduce you to my favourite poppy: Papaver nudicaule “Champagne Bubbles”, paper-thin petals, very posh wrinkles as well as unshaved legs!
I’m always delighted to see them in flower again. And when I’m working nearby, I’m reminded they’re there, because of one panicking bumblebee – it always sounds like they struggle to get out again. Anyhow, I wonder who came up with one of the cutest plant names of all. Foxes don’t wear gloves, but imagine if they would try these on!