Another week has flown by and it’s time to join ThePropagator‘s weekly meme thing where we present, for your delectation, six things that are in our gardens on a Saturday. I’ve spent the week removing things: plants that are past their best or which have failed to do as I would like and the latest shoots of a bears breeches that I’m determined to remove. I think I’m getting there as there are no longer several new shoots poking their noses up at me every week. There’s only been one this time. Maybe, just maybe, I am now nearing the acanthus-free time. But this is about what is IN the garden, not what IS NOT. So here is the selection of the Rivendell Garden jury.
Last year I lost all my dahlias. Well, I didn’t lose them but none of them grew. The dahlia bed’s been reallocated but this year I dipped my toe back in the water with a couple of “threesome” collections, one of “Bishops” and the other of semi cactus types. This is Dahlia Ambition – Fimbriata. The other five are coming along slowly.
Staying on the colour theme, this is Rose Wild Edric, the last of my roses to flower. This is technically a hedging rose but I’m growing it as a specimen. The scent is heavenly.
I have no idea what variety this fuchsia is. Some 25 years ago I was at a conference in Llandudno. There’s a garden near the Great Orme called Happy Valley. I don’t know what it’s like today but then it was rather unloved. I nicked a couple of cuttings from a rather gangly looking fuchsia “tree” as I thought it must at least be very hardy, given where it was growing. The cuttings, nurtured initially on my hotel room window sill in a glass of water, took and I planted one in the garden. I don’t want it to become a tree here so every year it’s cut back with a swipe of a hedgecutter to about six inches off the ground. And every year it grows to about six feet tall. It’s just starting to flower; by late August it will become a mass of red.
This (the plant not the statue) is one of the “Buzz” types of buddleia (or is it buddleja?), Supposed to grow to no more than three feet tall, this one’s five feet and still growing. Again, chopped swiftly down to about six inches above ground every spring.
The Regale Lilies have come into flower. I held the camera above my head to take this photo. Four feet tall? More like seven and a bit! The photo shows anthers intact. A few minutes later they were gone. Must admit, though, that I don’t think they are Regale Lilies. Regale types should have a more defined trumpet. But I still like them. With luck, the orientals will have flowered by next Saturday. Now there’s scent for you.
And my sixth is boring (if you’ve followed my Saturday posts) – begonias again. These two wall planters beside the garage door host a small collection of Nonstop types. They’re young plants. Maybe by the end of the season I’ll have some small tubers to take forward to next year. Though I prefer fibrous begonias so maybe I’ll just ditch them and grow new young plants next year. Such extravagant waste!
What I haven’t chosen includes a repeat visit to dierama, now flowering madly in all their colours over the pond, some fibrous begonias, more daylilies, heucheras, tiarellas, the list goes on. But I will leave you with something that is no longer in the garden: a tree!
Meet “Stumpy”. Click on his image to nip over to another post on my blog all about him. Well mostly about him. The cover is to protect resident cat from possible harm due to the stumpkiller stuff I’ve applied. I don’t need to remove what’s left because I’ll be building something over it. But that’s for another day, another post.
I have the same fuchsia in the oldhouse garden. No idea what it is and it’s tough as old boots!
I just call mine the Llandudno fuchsia. I hear they’ve been tidying up that garden in Llandudno. I wonder if the parent “tree” is still there.
Fuchsias are such good value garden plants at this time of year.
And in this case, totally free apart from a bit of cutting compost when I got it home. Once they get going it’s no time between the first few buds breaking and the whole plant being covered in flowers.
Another week has flown by and it’s time to join ThePropagator‘s weekly meme thing where we present, for your delectation, six things that are in our gardens on a Saturday. I’ve spent the week removing things: plants that are past their best or which have failed to do as I would like and the latest shoots of a bears breeches that I’m determined to remove. I think I’m getting there as there are no longer several new shoots poking their noses up at me every week. There’s only been one this time. Maybe, just maybe, I am now nearing the acanthus-free time. But this is about what is IN the garden, not what IS NOT. So here is the selection of the Rivendell Garden jury.
I have the same fuchsia in the oldhouse garden. No idea what it is and it’s tough as old boots!
I just call mine the Llandudno fuchsia. I hear they’ve been tidying up that garden in Llandudno. I wonder if the parent “tree” is still there.
Fuchsias are such good value garden plants at this time of year.
And in this case, totally free apart from a bit of cutting compost when I got it home. Once they get going it’s no time between the first few buds breaking and the whole plant being covered in flowers.