A little speckle of purple on the iceberg.
The Rockery, that still features only two or so rocks, is full of so many odds and ends. Hence no rocks: No room.
There are three of these in there, two were clones, so they tend to show more.
This clematis just keeps getting bigger.
Well, how’d you get there, buddy?
It’s six feet seven inches, so it’s the same height as me and still growing.
Yo, Dear Reader, the fine weather is staying with us and it has arrived at the perfect time, it’s staying so long even I’m beginning to trust that despite the awful few months preceding it we may yet see Summer proper. I had been thinking about getting a few more cheap smaller trugs for yet more squash, but with the cost of soil I was hesitating and then a neighbour was tossing perfectly fine soil and off I went. I filled three of the four with that free soil, mixing it with the inferior bagged stuff and my own compost from the bins. I had a space where I usually end up tossing pots and odds and ends and decided to use it for the better, can’t toss anything there with four squashes growing. I tend to think ahead and try to remember if I’ll need access to certain spots in the garden later, so even if it’s crowded it’s a good crowded.
They have a lovely gentle scent.
Climbing roses are odd, they get messy and may not even climb all that much.
They could fill that wall in time and it’ll be great.
Such a long time, yet hardly any time at all.
Everything is cramped, but healthy and happy.
The Summer flowers are starting to appear in droves, I had finished up for the day, but when I looked out of the window I saw a flash of pink in among the roses, which are so tall I need to stretch an arm up and over to get better photos, and it turned out that there was a bunch of the pale pink frilled ones just right there. Seems to be a day for surprise because after about two years I have seen the Railway rose, that I have never actually seen in bloom, finally in bloom. It’s also a rose I haven’t ever seen. It’s a wild one, but I know there’s a more common, larger cup style rose that’s scattered about, so this one must be a much older type, which is really great because it’ll mean pesticide free rosehips, which in time means jelly as you may have guessed, Dear Reader. Funny to have a tiny rose be as joyful a sight as hand spanning ones popping up all over.
The yellowish hue is very prominent right now in the pascali.
I think the sweetpeas are still in there.
This is from above, they must be seven feet high.
Dianthus get tossed a lot, then I get them and everyone wins.
I’m never not surprised at how gorgeous they are.
I did have an accident today, somehow the stepladder I was one bent beneath me and I must’ve threw myself away from the rockery and wall, thankfully I seem to have stayed calm enough to not injure my back, which is probably the worst part of a fall. I did bounce so my hip not features a big blob of bruise with a bump, not much pain, but I often wonder why we have to first be embarrassed about the fall. I learned from the last to stay down until I was aware enough to get up safely. Then an icepack and painkiller and I went to finish those baskets, thy torment me every year and I never stop, Dear Reader, I tied them while using a gripper and now they’ll stay hanging straight ahead and I’ll be a bit stiff, but mostly fine. I know you fall more as you age, Dear Reader, but I didn’t know it meant twirling through the air onto concrete. The heat is helping with the stiffness and I’m still tough enough to bounce, heh, back.
There are I think three roses there, all yellow.
Look at it, such a lovely shade.
It also has three heads all in a row.
Just reach up and over and took these blind, they’re very pretty, used to be so weak.
Daylilies are reliable and pretty.
A wild flower that has naturalised here.
Naturally the high heat means a lot of watering, it’s been wet so long this feels like a joke because everything is parched. They’ll wilt and revive because it’s just the norm with this heat, but watching a hanging baskets wilt overnight and revive in a few hours after watering is still novel. I currently have a jug of cold brew coffee with a hint of garlic, sorry no recipe here unless you’re a slug, and a barrel of possibly the most noxious fertilizer blend yet, both of which need to be sprayed and splashed about. I tend to be considerate when spreading it around, more so than the farmers who spread slurry about, but I have things to grow and can’t wait forever. I have enough weeds and comfrey in the barrel to maybe fill it again for another round, just enough rain water gathered too, this is the first time in a long time they’ve been empty. Garden is a funny old thing, Dear Reader, you either have far too much to do or nothing at all to do, nothing growing and suddenly everything is. There may be a lesson in there, but I’m too busy right now to think on it. I’ll be back later, Dear Reader, until then stay safe and take care.
Next big railway related accomplishment will be seeing fruit on the wild blackberry.
Took this before I finally got them tied up and straight, but the seed mix might be the best idea yet.
I love the rounded orb of petals in the centre.
Other fig might need to go out soon, getting hot in there.
Just cramming everything I could in there seems to have worked.
The slight variations really makes these for me.