All together, mingling.
Thalictrum, pineapple broom, black leaf elder, Roses, sweet cicely.
There may be a wedding going on, there may be a special footy match on but my smile is from pictures I took yesterday.
Pot grown Acers.
Golden rain tree, Laburnum
I hope your day is full of smiles. D.
Planted only last year this little quince is covered in white flowers.
Aptly named Jet Trail this Japanese quince has a trailing habit and is suitable as ground cover.
I have used it to plant under Clematis armandii a white with white spring display.
An evergreen clematis with oodles of flowers in spring. I do like green with white.
Right I am going to try to give the lawn its first cut. Enjoy your weekend. D.
You may possibly remember me showing you a fat pink bud from my camellia? in a vase? No? oh do please pay attention.
I should love to be able to tell you that the bud has opened to reveal its white centre. Alas not. After two weeks the bud had fattened up, then almost over night it just gave up and browned on the edges. Disappointing.
Outside however, despite the onslaught of the Beast from the east and incessant rain, this has revealed itself:
Somehow the pink buds have begun to open revealing this, a white flower, blushing.
Happy Easter to you, wherever you may be. D.
It is not often that you get six bishops under one roof at the same time, well certainly not in my house. There is perhaps a joke in there somewhere. Anyway.
These are my bishops: bishop of Llandaff, bishop of Oxford and bishop of York. Purchased from Woottens.
The bishops arrived safe and sound in net bags, sadly plastic but I shall reuse them in the winter when I lift the dahlias for safe store.
They were provided with clearly labelled plastic labels, useful whilst in pots but unlikely to be refused.
Each tuber resembles a weird bunch of desiccated brown bananas. Dry and firm they are ready for immediate planting.
I have gently placed the tubers in some fresh compost in plastic pots, making sure the stalk from last season is just poking above the compost. A little water and that’s it. Pop them under glass and wait.
Well actually a bit more is needed to be done but it is simple. Keep them frost free, that’s essential.
Keep them warm and damp, not sopping wet.
Once the risk of frost has gone, plant them out in good garden compost, in a sunny spot. Stake them, feed them with a general garden fertiliser and Bob’s your uncle.
Lots of fab flowers until the end of Autumn.
Worth waiting for. Do give them a go if you have never grown them before. D.
Spring flowers are some of the most delightful, don’t you think? Perhaps it is because they signal better weather, and longer daylight hours. They show us that Winter is finally weakening its grip.
It is so much warmer here than of late, there are lambs appearing in the fields, lambs and daffodils. Bright and brassy yellow daffodils. These are Tête-à-tête the little short ones which, in some ways, I prefer as they tend not to get broken by the vagaries of the weather.
Tough-little-cookies could have been an alternative suitable name. A Saturday smile for you. D.
The snow is the dominant topic of conversation, how could it not be, after all, we are in the grip of the so called ‘Beast from the East’ and ‘Storm Emma’. I have no idea why weather is in need of a moniker, it’s just weather after all.
Yet this weather has been severe and disruptive and for some life threatening and frightening. Here we have got off lightly: it has been bitterly cold with just some snow.
The lane is peaceful save for the creaking sound of snow underfoot.
The willow fencing is dusted with snow and the detail is somewhat more noticeable.
The fire is lit.
A quiet Saturday. I intend to enjoy it before the dirty great slush begins. Now where’s my coat, I had better take the dog out. D.
I spent £2.50 on a pleasingly fat, brown, papery bulb before Christmas. I knocked the compost off and sat it on top of a Vase of water allowing the roots to reach the water.
The shoots grew and grew until a flower bud formed and today they opened.
I love the waxy white clean flower heads. Each of the two stems has three trumpet like flowers. Stonking value for money I reckon.
Enjoy your evening. D.
Pyracantha may not be the most exciting of plants. To be honest it’s a bit of a bruiser of a bush. It is a thorny brute that will not think twice about shredding my skin should I dare to approach with my snips / secateurs.
Yet when I see Pyracantha at this time of year, trained around a gate like this in a local park, I forget what a thug it is and instead stop to admire its generous display of berries.
My Saturday smile for this weekend. I hope you are enjoying yours. D.
inspire and discover - all photographs by christina wilson
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