The other day I was in Lonsdale Square; the roses there are really spectacular. It helps that they have loads of gardeners so the square probably gets a lot more attention than my garden. They were even there while we were there.
I’ll stop boring on about my garden soon. In the meantime, here are a few more photos of my plants.
Here are some more of the “proper” pictures I took of the wildflower patch.
Both the clematis and the honeysuckle are far more rampant than they were last year – they’ve wrapped themselves together and got into the trees above them.
I love my rose garden right now. Yes, it is overgrown and weedy. But it is still super.
The roses I have are Anne Boleyn, Charlotte, Munster Wood, Gertrude Jekyll, William Shakespeare, Rosemoor, The Pilgrim and Claire Austin (can’t all be seen in the pictures). The Pilgrim (yellow) and Claire Austin (white) are both meant to be climbers but I haven’t seen much evidence of that so far. I got them all as bare root plants from David Austin.
Although I like having a wildish rose garden, I think I will try the bark chippings in there when I give it a proper cleanout over the winter. I think that the weeds may be suppressing the roses and lavender and, as that is the point of the rose garden, it does seem a pity.
Today is the EU referendum. I’m not going to say very much about that – if you are interested (or just in the UK) then you will have heard about little else apart from this for weeks. I’ve asked my children if they would like to come with me while I vote and summarised what the point of it was – my son said that he only wanted to stay in the EU club if they have lots of toys. Which wasn’t quite the direction I meant the conversation to go in. Perhaps he is a bit young to hear about Palmerston’s opposition to giving the vote to the urban working classes.
In the meantime, there was a lot of rain last night. The Times has a thing about a load of people have been stuck in their cars for hours at Glastonbury, annoying all the pour souls who live nearby. Some sixth formers were late getting to their A Level exams. I always avoid the IoW when the festival is on, partly because it’s impossible to get a spot on a ferry. However, I think Glastonbury must be even worse.
Yesterday, I was in King’s Cross. This used to be awful, a complete shithole. There would be dodgy geezers all over the place when I was leaving the Thameslink station to get to the main station to go to Newcastle. It is pretty nice now, although it is a pity that whenever anything is gentrified it ends up looking like a shopping mall.
My lavender is nearly out. I’ve put in a load of different types, not all of which I can remember the name.
Because I Am A Dork, I may go round, listing all the types. I have a few from the lavender farm which aren’t usually sold in the garden centre and I can’t remember the name. I am pleased with those ones though – they were little 9cm pot plants and have all survived the winter and are flowering.
The chives in the bed in the front garden have become rather rampant. I ended up chopping them as they’d fallen over, crushing my new rosemary, and the flowers had gone over. They have some new flowers on the way so I didn’t chop those stems.
I was thinking of getting some chives for my herb garden but wondered whether I can divide this bunch instead? If this would work, how would I go about doing it?
I ended up putting the chopped chives in the compost bin. They don’t keep and I still have loads in the rose garden.