I have three definites for today. I am hoping that by the end I will have been inspired and will have discovered three more. I know this is not how the professionals go about it. Planning for weeks ahead, caption writers fully briefed, photos crisply in focus and revealing bountiful seasonal colour, and by professional I am referring to my fellow SOSers as hosted by The Propagator. I can only admire and aspire. Here are my offerings.
The so called warm weather forecast for last week came heavily laden with rain and those days that were dry were cold. But I did have urgent pruning to be done and so I climbed the ladder and pruned the vine. I peered enviously into my neighbours garden, full of greenery from their fabulous selection of shrubs. There was a feeble resolution to plant more shrubs on this side but in reality I prefer the big bang of summer perennials. Back to the vine. It was a joy to prune as I had the right equipment – more later – but there is still plenty of dead wood in there. Another year has passed without the grapes amounting to anything edible but the summers stems provide a shady corner.
How wonderful it was to receive a smart new pair of secateurs for Christmas. I’ve struggled on with several old pairs for some time, never managing to achieve a truly sharp edge despite many attempts with the whetstone. With these I was able to slice through the vines with absolute ease and probably cut them back more rigorously then I would have done with the old faithfuls.
Whilst I was up the ladder a flash of reddish brown caught my eye not more than two metres away. It was a fox jumping the fence. I had noticed the same fox earlier in the morning roaming around the garden paths. I cleared up the cut branches and returned inside to warm up. At this point the shouting started, a vixen in the middle of lawn calling for a mate. The original fox turned up pretty sharpish and for I was treated to a full on display of foxiness. In the middle of the day, so much for foxes being nocturnal animals.
Ah, I have remembered one more thing. Just before the latest of the lockdowns I met up with a friend who returned an earlier favour, I had shared some hollyhock plants and when they grew on in her garden they flowered in a wonderful shade of burgundy. I was bemused as I had collected the original seeds from plants that I thought were burgundy but mine had flowered as pale pinks and yellows. Somewhere in the seeds I had collected were the burgundy ones and now I have them back again. I’m hoping they come true.
Ooh, getting difficult now. We had our first snowfall of the year overnight and I was planning on finishing up with some snowy scenes but rain followed and the snow has now been washed away. The snowdrops are just beginning to appear but are not quite worthy of a photo but here’s a rain soaked crocus!
Finally, please accept this as proof that I am getting round all the roses. I still have many more to do. I was encouraged by the latest Dig Delve newsletter to be more ruthless with the pruning, and aided and abetted by the new secateurs I went to town, so of course the pruning took a little longer. I had actually set out to cut down the autumn fruiting raspberry canes but I had to pass the roses on the way. This distraction meant that only one section of raspberries were cut back and only two blackcurrant bushes lifted. At least I have some gardening jobs to get me through the second half of January.
The joys of sixing! Thanks to our host The Propagator I get to really notice when things start happening in the garden and what a difference a week makes. Second joy of sixing – the front garden gets a tidy up: this week’s haul: three aluminium cans, a plastic bag and several pieces of polystyrene blown over from a neighbour’s skip. Not much storm damage to report here, just a few twiggy branches and a sodden lawn. Let’s see what Dennis dumps this week. On to the six:
The vinca that never flowers has flowered! And this is not the only one, I’ve spotted at least four more. It’s a start. The flowering period for most vincas is given as April – September, this one is early but no complaints. Judging by the height I think this is a vinca major of some sort.
A few more of the front garden crocuses have opened up and these are a good purple colour. Thumbs up for these too.
Until now there was not a sign of a daffodil but the sunny skies of last week have enticed the tete a tete to flower.
Round the corner from the daffs I came across a very healthy clump of pulmonaria officinalis. Flowering period March to May, so just a few weeks early.
The primroses have been slowly opening up over the last few weeks but now they’ve decided to go for it.
Lastly the front garden virbunum tinus, often maligned for not flowering very strongly is having a real go at it, mainly on the sunnier side of the shrub. There are two in the front garden and both were given a good prune last year. They also received a good mulch for the second year running. so perhaps that has helped to move things along a bit.
All in all, a much easier six this week. Things are definitely looking up. The greenhouse felt positively warm this morning. This can only mean one thing: it is time to start gardening again. Time to finish all that soft fruit pruning and time to pull off the dead stems from the phlox as I’ve spotted the new shoots coming through. Due to impending storm Dennis it won’t get one this weekend. Time, I think, for an indoors sort through of seeds to be sown for week four of February. Yes, time to be organised.
Blue skies and cold temperatures, the real January has arrived. On a walk round the suburban streets here I gently peeked into front gardens and spotted the first camellias opening up, beautiful sprays of red nandia berries and the delicate yellows of winter flowering honeysuckle. Blue Monday has passed and all is well. Inspired by what I had seen I looked more carefully at my garden and here’s what I found.
The first crocus is in bud, beautifully veined and full of the promise of butter cream flowers.
The cyclamen bought on the cheap a year ago have decided to flower, the white is delicately flushed with pink, just perfect.
The magnolia tree is in furry bud and some had even dared to open, perhaps a little too soon. Temperatures for tonight are forecast to be lower and I’m hoping there won’t be too much damage done.
In expectation of cold weather the evergreen agapanthus have been fleeced since November but the fleece, in its second year of use, is crumbling away. If anyone can recommend some more reliable fleece I’d be pleased to hear from you. I’ve gathered this together and tied the top up with string.
In the greenhouse the temperature overnight on Friday just managed to stay above freezing. I was thrilled to see the new growth on these rose cuttings that came all the way from fellow SOSer, Fred in France. I am very excited to think that I might have some beautiful white miniature roses soon. Thanks Fred.
There are new buds on the cotoneaster villosus which, again, I have to hope won’t be crushed by frost. So much excitement and so much jeopardy. Is this why gardening is so thrilling?
Could this be the weekend the vine is pruned and the hellebores planted out. Dry weather is forecast but will my fingers stay warm for long enough? I’ll also have a look at the plans of other SOSers by visiting The Propagator, host of this meme and leader of the pack. Happy gardening to all.