The terraces, mid August
There’s been a bit of movin’ n’ shakin’, despite the less than ideal time of year. I have corralled several large clumps of Verbena bonariensis into one and stuck them into a perfect niche at the far end. They are seedlings of V.b. ‘Lollipop’. The dwarf variety. Which as you can see forgets all about recent provenance when it self seeds.
It has been a bloomin’ August too. And it’s only half way through.
If you came by this way over the last couple of days and found a whole load of gobbledygook on the site, my apologies. I did another software update. I really should stop doing those. If only it was that easy. But after a long and at times tortuous conversation with a lady in the Philippines it seems to be resolved. For now.
Rose ‘Boscobel’ underplanted with Verbena rigida
The roses have started their second flush.
Rose ‘Hot Chocolate’
Still not very chocolatey…
Rose ‘Susan Williams-Ellis’
And software updates have not been my only bugbear.
Excavation of the bramble patch has started in earnest. Along with the remains of a set of fairy lights and assorted rusty scaffolding bolts I came across an irrigation pipe completely chewed through. Goodness knows how long it has been pouring water because with brambles, I kid you not, over 12 feet long it’s clearly an area that hasn’t been travelled in a while. Anyway, feeling especially virtuous for tracking down and fixing the pipe I carried on working until the water turned itself on automatically at precisely 5.00 p.m. And what happened next? I will tell you. I found myself gardening under a veritable Geneva fountain, that’s what. Where is the nearest wet T shirt competition when you need one? Wretched, wretched mice. Pipe nibbled in two more places. They had better not have been laughing..
Research suggests that the only Echinacea returning reliably in the UK is the species. We shall see. So far so good. I love the fiery colours in the cone.
Digitalis ferruginea ‘Gigantea’
The rusty foxglove
Persicaria amplexicaulis ‘Orange Field’
Geranium wallichianum ‘Sylvia’s Surprise’ is wheedling its way ever further through the native greenery on the face of the Precipitous Bank
Hydrangea arborescens ‘Invincibelle Spirit’
It’s hydrangea time. I much prefer the smaller, more delicate flowerheads. They don’t come much more delicate than this.
Hydrangea paniculata ‘Limelight’
Another favourite. It shows up well in moonlight too.
Which brings me to the Perseids. There was I, standing alone on the lawn, eyes raised skyward in search of shooting stars. A baby tawny owl, calling from the woods nearby. A full moon, partially obscured by trees, casting an eerie glow. Light mist, rippling across the borders. The owl falls silent. Slowly and deliberately something is heaving itself out of the river, just 20 feet from where I stand.
Watching for Perseids is highly overrated.
Said to resemble turtle heads. Or maybe baby birds, peeking from the nest mouths a gaping?
Penstemon ‘Plum Jerkin’
Agapanthus ‘Indigo Dreams’
I can feel the chill of autumn in the air already and yet it seems summer has barely begun. The number of properly warm days can be counted on the fingers of one hand. The first half of this week is looking good though. Enjoy the remainder of the season, or be eagerly anticipating Spring if that is where you’re at.
Linking to Carol and Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day at May Dreams Gardens, where you will find a feast of August bloomers from around the world.