Diary of the Plague Year: Day 74 28 May 2020: Airing the winter duvet – Summer is here!

Bit by bit I am planting in the flower garden. It is surrounded on three sides by fuchsia so is the only part of the garden with any real protection from the wind, and even so …

Shadows in the Dell
Out to air – my winter duvet – Summer is here!

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 69 23 May 2020: New Plants

PLANTED 2Oth MAY 2020

Papaver Royal Wedding. Will die back and reappear in autumn. Perennial

Verbena Buenos Aires. Hardy Perennial

Bell Flower Campanula poscharskyana Alpine. Evergreen.

False Lily of the Valley Maianthemum bifolium. Spreading perennial.

Globe Thistle Echinops bannaticus “Blue Globe”. Perennial.

Dragon’s Head Dracocephalum grandiflorum. Perennial

Erigeron Glaucus “Sea Breeze”. Hardy perennnial.

Digitalis Purpurea F1 Dalmatian White. Hardy perennial.

Lamium maculatum “White Nancy”. Spotted Dead Nettle.

Lawn Chamomile Chamaemelum nobile Treneague.

Catmint Nepeta “Six Hill Giant”

PLANTED EARLIER IN THE YEAR:

Cherry

Fountain Grass

Cherry Hedelfinger

PLANTED LAST YEAR:

Viburnum Tinus (Laurustinus)

Magnolia Stellata

Lavandula Augustifolia Hidcote Blue

Eucryphia cordifolia Ulmo

Drimys lanceolata “Red Spice”

Euphorbia amy. Purpurea

Rose Blanc Double de Coubert

Iris Bearded Iris English Cottage

Lonicera caerulea Duet

Cotinus Royal Purple

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 63 17 May 2020: Rain?

Breakfast today was the delicious porridge bread from Pilgrims. The bread is so tasty I have it with just butter. Brown bread and butter and a cup of coffee – one of my favourite breakfasts.

Then it was out to the garden. Most of the really big jobs have now been done – the mowing and clearing.

I spent most of last week digging up the bluebells – ‘lifting in the green” to move them to the Dingly Dell. They are in actual fact, thugs. They have taken over all the flower beds and I decided enough was enough. They are beautiful though so I am hoping they will like their new home under the tree. I also planted my elderflower cuttings and the sea holly.

We could really do with a downpour and it looks hopeful. Cool and cloudy so, maybe, rain today.

Later today a Skype with D and the gals in Sussex.

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 56 10 May 2020: Mowing again

I feel the garden sometimes tells me what to do – whatever I decide to do, it means doing a lot with very little. It means using my imagination as I simply cannot afford to go mad buying plants. The tension between order and anarchy is something that I love and is something that occurs in my work as well as in the garden. I love the contrast between a sharply mown line and blowsy wildflowers. It feels like doing earth art, drawing in the grass. I have mown a semicircle with a wildflower bed surrounded by a path. I may plant a tree there or one of the white hydrangea cuttings I am growing in pots. I also put cardboard – to stop grass growing around the roots – around the trees and shrubs by the wall. Planning another cherry tree in the corner. And another tree by the boiler-shed.

Lots of little wildflowers are appearing as well as much more clover than last year.

Unbelievably, I need more lawn seed.

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 54 8 May 2020: The Hedge Trimmers are in Action

Before and after the hedge trimmers did their worst



The hedge trimmers are now my favourite toy. The brambles had all been treated about two years ago with some kind of weedkiller and all the dead branches looked pretty hideous. I bought the hedge trimmers specially for this as I had tried to use secateurs which were just useless and the only result was that I got completely lacerated. I have found some lovely ferns growing, foxgloves and two lovely wild roses. I am hoping that all the wild flowers, brambles and ferns will be rejuvenated. The view from my kitchen window is also much clearer.

R came over with some lysimachia nummularia aurens known to us peasants as Golden Creeping Jenny. Yay! Thrilled and have just planted and watered them in my large urn.

Although it is only 5.30 I am stopping as I got eaten alive at about this time by about a thousand tiny insects. My head was a mass of lumps last night from the bites. Most alluring.