What a day!
I love echinacea and I am stupidly proud of the fact that I grew these from seed. I love the way the petals curve back from the cone and way they hold their heads to the sun. I am going to have a go at taking root cuttings from this one.
The cosmos has been flowering its heart out for weeks and weeks. I spent a happy half hour deadheading a dozen plants in the hope of keeping them going until the frosts. This year lots of cosmos had self seeded in the cutting garden (posh name for a big bed in the field). I suppose I had better not be too thorough with the deadheading if I want it to the same again, which I do. It is so exciting to find little seedlings busy pushing up in spring without any assistance from the supposed gardener.I love this combination of sedum and persicaria. The sedum is so happy here I can just break bits off, plant them shallowly and in no time at all they are bulking up into a lovely solid presence. The persicaria was a gift from fellow blogger and now local friend bodran. Thanks so much, I love it! For about three weeks the brilliant red of a crocosmia Lucifer behind it fights the pink of the persicaria before the crocosmia goes over and offers its blackish seedheads instead. Sometime I might move one or the other of the plants but just now I am so pleased to have a full and flowering bed from something which was a building site only six months ago that I am persuading myself that a bit of surprise clashing here and there just wakes it up.
Out in the field the mixed native hedge planted last autumn is looking settled in, in a small, new kind of way. The hips on the rosa rugosa are a lovely sight with their bright red against the clear green of the foliage. The greens of the foliage in the garden and the surrounding countryside have slowly deepened over the summer so that by the end of August they have dulled and darkened, but the leaves on the rosa rugosas in the hedge are still as bright and clear as if it were May.In the new vegetable bed in the field the squash are still flowering away. Everything is late because of how cold it was here earlier in the summer so the race is on for the squash to ripen before it gets too cold. I have two hardening on the kitchen windowsill.
And the walnut tree is full of nuts, as good a crop as the plums this year.
Zoe did come and she is lovely, hugely knowledgeable and very kind about the garden on the ground as opposed to the one in my head. Gardeners are such nice people. It must be all that nurturing!