Every Morning. Illustrated.Every morning I get up, make coffee then take it into the garden (weather permitting). I have to push around the garden very carefully with the coffee on a small tray on my lap, any jolting and the coffee spills all over.
So I roll around this beautiful little corner of paradise taking in each wonderful plant and flower, admiring the beauty and smelling all the scents.
The centre piece of my little haven is the curved path that leads first between, Spirea with Wargrave pink geranium growing up through it on the right,
and Nellia Thibetica, a rapidly growing shrub that bears masses of pink flowers in spring on the left.
Next comes a big group of Perovskia on the right, which has to be stroked to leave it's powerful scent on my fingers. On the left, weeping Pyracantha, with white phlox below it.
Then all too quickly, because the garden is very small, I reach the arch.
Covered on the right with the foliage of yellow Honeysuckle and on the left festooned with the blooms of sweet peas. As i've rolled along the path, i've been aware of the scent off sweat peas but now the heady scent fills my nostrils, bees, hoverflie's and butterflies flit over the prolific little flowers and I just sit there taking in the beauty through my eyes and nostrils.
I then cut a bunch of sweat peas to take indoors. I cut them because you have to, if you want to keep your sweet peas flowering.
As I push away with my little treasure on the tray by my coffee cup, I notice the almost black leaves of Huechera Obsidian and behind them the contrasting spires of purple loostrife to my right, the last plants in that curved bed.
I swing around to my left and look down at the tiny coral pink blooms of Huechera Rave on, with the tall dark purple stems of Lobelia Cardinalis above them promising stunning scarlet blooms in a week or two's time.
This centre piece of my garden is growing well, and looking as though it may fulfill the vision I had for it when I conceived it during the winter of 09/10.
I'll share it with you as best I can, in my photograph's.
AlmostAristotle 61-65, M 9 Responses 9 Aug 8, 2012