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Yesterday, I took a tour around my Social Work patch from the 1970s and ’80s. Today I took several around the domestic one I share with The Head Gardener.
I began by stepping through the kitchen door into the patio. The large window box filled with mimuluses and pansies stands in earth which was so poor that we believed it to have been used as a midden in more recent times than one would imagine. Jackie did a very thorough job of getting rid of the rubbish and replenishing the soil under and around the planters. The plentiful erigeron plants have populated the rest of the garden. Between one clump and the window box can be seen flowers of one of the two thriving thyme plants I transplanted from the blue painted Butler sinks in our first year. The wall by the path to the right is crammed with an assortment of planters.
This little patio rose has responded to feeding,
as has this peach coloured beauty.
There were just two blooms on straggly stems when we arrived. They will soon be cascading from stronger limbs.
We have a new rhododendron in the Palm Bed.
Passing this on the way to the Rose Garden,
where Altissimo stands sentinel,
I was reminded of a visit to a perfumer in Bergerac. This was with Emily and Alice a few years ago. They spent ages choosing a present for their mother, Heidi. The scents were most enticing. But they couldn’t match those emanating from our living blooms.
Petunias and geraniums in the foreground urn lead us to the entrance arch bearing Summer Wine, Madame Alfred Carière, and honeysuckle;
Chris Beardshaw introduces Festive Jewel;
and Magic Carpet is beginning to fulfil its function.
Even these wonderful aromas, however, are not as far-reaching as the sweet, heady, scent of the Cordyline Australis. Anything smelling less like a cabbage, (it is also called Cabbage Tree) I cannot imagine.
One of Jackie’s major tasks today was further planting of Elizabeth’s Bed. She can be seen in the centre here working on this.
I have mentioned before that geranium palmatum has taken over from honesty in its ubiquity. It can be seen dancing in synchronicity with
clematis Rouge Cardinal and rhododendron;
with rose Compassion;
with clematis Natacha;
and with foxgloves.
Lazy bees were about this afternoon. This one dusted its rear in an antirrhinum.
The pieris I brought in a pot from Sutherland Place is thriving in the centre distance of this bed, that also contains heuchera, marguerites, geraniums, bronze fennel, and, further right, out of shot,
iberis.
We have a solanum under the dead snake bark maple,
and Félicité Perpetué is now opening in the front garden.
This evening we dined on pork rib rack and vegetable risotto followed by profiteroles. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Patrick Chodot Fleurie 2014.
