Late Summer Colour

It’s been such a difficult time. For everyone. So it wasn’t a huge surprise to me when I saw that it’s been well over a year since I wrote on here, or even looked at it.

Summer’s gone, but there’s still some colour left, and I want to record it.

Our garden has always been a spring garden with loads of colour. Late summer has been more of a problem though. So I made an effort this year to plant some Busy Lizzies and some begonias. I don’t know enough about flowers to know exactly what varieties I have here. Perhaps someone will be able to tell me from the photographs?

I actually didn’t mean to buy the big frilly ones with the large leaves. I thought they were a smaller variety when I sent for them. I’d always associated them with that type of regimented planting you see in municipal gardens. But these are gorgeous, extravagant blowzy beauties. Opulent red, fiery vermilion, rippled peach, bubblegum pink, lemon bonbon yellow and wedding white. I love them, and my only regret is not realising what they were – and planting them too close together.

The smaller variety of begonia, along with some petunias and pelargoniums, were rescued: bought for next to nothing from a supermarket where they had nearly dried out. They have repaid me handsomely, although half the petunias were eaten by slugs.

The Only Iris

Well, the only iris in my garden, anyway. One of a handful of plants bought a few years ago, and which have never flowered. Until now. Most disappeared without trace; this one survived though, in a dark, shaded corner, and graced us with its long-bladed leaves. It added green structure, but no flowers arrived.

I was hanging some washing on the line when I noticed it. The dark purple buds had been there for some time, but I was unprepared for the silent presence of the flower and it caught me by surprise. Those blowsy sail-like petals; that rich, deep colour. What is it? Burgundy? Plum? Garnet? It depends on the light and photographs don’t quite do it justice.

The flower at the top is now starting to fade away, but there are, fortunately, some more buds left. The mystery of the moment, though, is what (or more ominously who) has removed one of the buds, snapping or biting it off cleanly, just as if it had been snipped with scissors. What would Agatha Christie have made of it?

Progress

A few weeks ago I had an empty pot sink. A few plants were added. All documented on these pages…

I’ve filled in a few of the gaps now. It’s not art. Its not garden design. But it has been fun, and I hope it will develop into something quite eye-catching over the summer.

Meet the new arrivals:

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In other areas, I’ve still got tulips, and there are lots of hazy forget-me-nots!