The Dork has two of these, bred by someone he knows in New Zealand. I think he’s mentioned before that they started flowering way before Christmas. Well they’re still flowering. And the smell! It assaults my sensitive nose. Dork, on the other hand, loves the smell. He has a bench with one of these at each end. He’ll sit there for ages, with a glass of wine, sniffing away.
I think he may have caught a cold.
This was (and still is) in a forgotten part of the garden. The plant had spread far and wide (well it was a long way for me to walk past it). The Dork decided on a drastic strategy. Well he can be impulsive! He cut everything down to the ground.
And he has been rewarded with flowers.
Ha! The Dork thought he’d eradicated Forget-me-nots from the garden. From up there, where he is, maybe he has. But down here, I can see what he can’t. No, not that strange large blue patch at the top of the photo. Move your gaze down half way. To the right and left of centre. Yes, THOSE patches of blue.
Do you think I should tell him?
This is one of The Dork’s new alpine plants which he planted in that thing he calls “Edifice 2”. He wasn’t expecting it to flower this year but it has. Paeonia cambedessii is such a long name for such a pretty little flower, don’t you think?
Don’t you gardeners love long names! This is a bit of boundary pushing. Something The Dork likes doing. This plant is supposed to be in shade but it’s in bright sunlight in Edifice 2. Still, it must be happy as it’s flowering.
I don’t know why The Dork hasn’t posted piccythings of these. OK, there are red ones and purple ones (there are also supposed to be orange ones but they’ve gone walkies somewhere). But I like the surprise off white with purple bits ones. Maybe they’re the orange ones in disguise.
I’ll have you know I’ve been a double-dork for years, with only a brief interlude of single-dork.
The Dork was a triple dork for some years but he failed the exam when he also got a smelly doggie! And the cats trained the smelly doggie to use a litter tray! The Dork never learned how to use one of those.
Lol … well written
Fanx yoo. Of course it’s well written, I’m a cat. Pawfect.
Brilliant. I’ve never seen an alpine paeony, highly desirable. I had a forget-me-not cull a few years ago but then took my eye off of the ball. My largest border is a sea of blue now but it does look lovely.
The Dork has two alpine peonies. The other is supposed to flower more blousily, as he puts it. But there are no buds on it. Yet. I don’t think Dork minded the forget-me-nots as long as they stayed put but they started to spread everywhere so he declared war. I think he’s not won yet! 😉
I think the Epimediums have it this week despite all the tulips. The Dork made a good choice there!
The Dork had forgotten what he’d chosen and was just walking past a mass of foliage. So he hacked it back to stumps. And flowers appeared. Then he found his old planting diaries in a box in the attic and realised he had some Epimediums in the garden. He hasn’t found the rest yet though!
Awesome ! : I laughed while reading your post this afternoon and the view from the ground level is completely different …. (in fact, if The Dork digs holes to plant, avoid destroying everything after, he will start again…)
But I have to keep nibbling things he plants (or curling up on them). I think it’s good for him to start again. Maybe one day he will get things right! They say people learn from their mistakes. He must be learning an awful lot.
I think you should pay your master a bt more respect, but you do write a good blog post. Well done!
My WHAT? I am a cat, not a dog! But fanx yoo for the kind comment.
At last some sense! Great post, you could teach the Dork a few things. That peony is just amazing, want, want, want! x
Sometimes small is beautiful. I am always training The Dork. He’s a slow learner. Do you know, when he digs a hole for something, I have to curl up in it to make sure it’s big enough?
Good plan, and don’t hurry to get out again, you need to be quite sure that it is the right kind of hole. x
Eeeeek! If I stayed too long in a hole the blind bat would probably bury me beneath a plant. Last month he locked me in the garage and went off to his gardening group. A neighbour heard me screaming and phoned him to ask where he thought I was.
Your Dork is very brave letting you blog on his behalf – but very well done!
Fanx yoo (that’s cat speak – how are we supposed to know proper English words when our dorks speak to us as they do to babies?).
Your Dork does grow some lovely plants, I like the peonies, you have make me chuckle this morning, great writing skills for a cat, you have been taught well from the master
Ahem! I am the master! I was Twittering and blogging before The Dork. He learned from me. I’m waiting for him to plant out my annual nip patch. It has to be annual because I squish it. Which means he plants it late when the plants are big enough to put up with my curled-up weight through the summer.