JUNE

An evening scene

There’s something quite Japanese about it, which is a complete and utter fluke.

Welcome home

Before the white flowers of the Persicaria Polymorpha swamped the Osteospermum and before the red rose (name unknown) got so heavy with flower it almost collapsed and before the Lavender went over and before the Penstemon were in full flower and before Rosa ‘The Fairy’ put on her show and before the Calamagrostis and Miscanthus got high enough to screen the bins, this is what the front garden looked like.

So fresh and so green

The luscious vigour of a Wisteria Sinensis that cannot stop growing is something to behold, and it’s invigorating to watch a plant in such fine health get bigger, and more unmanageable, by the day.

The one, the only, Geranium ‘Patricia’

As you can possibly tell, my Geranium ‘Patricia’ isn’t actually that happy where it lives. It gets overshadowed by the Phlomis behind it, and this year for the first time ever, it actually got crushed by the flower stems of the Phlomis, which forced their way on top of ‘Patricia’ and are actually quite rude. Their flowers have been and gone and because they were being so obnoxious I cut the flower stems back, rather than leaving them over the winter, to let ‘Patricia’ breathe. Now if ‘Patricia’ were a truly happy plant, there would be a lot more flowers on her than this. But nonetheless her magenta is still one of the most powerful colours in the garden. When her colour is gone I shall lift and divide and try and find somewhere for her to be truly happy next year.