Stained Glass

I just thought I would write a little mini post on the wonderful Erodium manescavii, or Heron’s Bill. At first glance this flower looks very like a Hardy Geranium. But the petals are not all the same.  Two of them have stained-glass window markings.  They are like spidery ink across white paper.  The other three petals just…

Prehistoric

Many of my favourite plants come from South Africa.  They are incredibly useful in my bright border, where they like the full sun, tolerate drought, and, most importantly, provide late summer colour. Crocosmia ‘Lucifer’ is probably the most dramatic.  It may not flower for as long as Helenium, or Rudbeckia, or Echinacea, but its sculptural form…

Floral Finds at Hampton Court

I thought I would share with you my favourite flowers in The Floral Marquee at RHS Hampton Court on Monday. Before this, I made sure to pop in to the ‘Festival of Roses’ exhibit.  I did try to like the other rose growers’ stands, and the Peter Beales stand was quite nice.  But rather like…

Worthy Causes at Hampton Court

I am making my way home after a hot and sticky RHS Hampton Court Flower Show. I made an early start this morning, and the Thames path was remarkably serene. I used to cycle between here and Hammersmith when I lived in London, and it still surprises me how peaceful it always feels by the…

Just Peachy

I thought I would devote a post to my peachy roses.  These are all David Austin English roses.  Because they, frankly, are the best. These roses have surprised me.  I did not expect to love them quite so much.  I have always been a crimson-purple kind of a girl.  But it turns out I have…

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Murder in the flower-bed

Please note: this post contains descriptions of graphic violence against bamboo and hybrid tea roses. I am capable of a certain level of violence. There are crimes of passion when I have been pushed too far. Bamboo, for instance.  I hate bamboo.  We inherited a thicket of it growing along a short stretch of fence….

Every garden needs a dog (or two)

Here are Ziggy (left) and Ruby (right). Ruby entered the garden three and a half years ago as a wriggly little sausage. Ruby lived up to all expectations. She learnt to ‘sit’ and ‘stay’, though not to lie down on command.  Lying down seems beyond the intellectual capacity of a cavvie.  But she can fetch…