And yes – you know, it really is almost the end of September.
I am not a faithful blogger. The last time I sat in front of my WordPress blog, it was late on a July night in Scotland and I was far from my own garden.
Which now looks a (very lovely) mess!
I can’t stop looking at the asters in the garden, buzzing with bees, hover-flies and other insects.
After my first Scottish inspiration blog, some people asked about my roots. I’m a Scots-Canadian (I’ve no English blood at all) who was dragged back and forth across the Atlantic more times than she cares to remember before the age of 11. This may account for my disinclination to go out any more?
My Canadian grandmother and great-aunt were passionate gardeners. The aunt was quite ‘big’ in the gladiolus breeding world in Canada. I have fond, rather lonely, memories of weeks spent on her 2 acres in Ontario. My grannie was … well, just my lovely grannie, and irises and lilacs will forever pop into my head when I think of her.
I went to school in Scotland from the age of 11, and then to the University of Edinburgh. Who couldn’t be won over by the beauty of Scotland (especially if your Canadian ancestors, and yourself, come with a ‘Buchanan’ name tag on them)? And I was so lucky to spend my adolescent years in one of the most beautiful corners of Perthshire.
If I could garden there now … I would in a heartbeat!
Like many Scots I was forced down south to London for work (in publishing) when I was 21 years old. I do hope that this doesn’t happen to young Scots any more, given a more vibrant economy.
Spent much time in the capital and was finally very relieved (being a country girl at heart) to move to a small cottage in Suffolk at the age of 32, after working at Kew and completing the Kew Diploma in Horticulture.
I don’t live in France by choice. It’s a country I never even particularly wanted to visit. I follow my husband’s work.
We were excited back in 2007 when we thought we might be living in Italy. Didn’t happen (I still mourn it). So, I make the very best of where I am and my husband is home much more frequently than he was when we lived in Ireland – sometimes every weekend!
And, since I am such a good, optimistic realist, I am learning to love where I am. What I am particularly learning to love is singing in the French language. How amazing is French as a language of song?
You will hear more about this! Whether you like it or not.
What’s happening in the garden? Be careful what you wish for …
The Bon Viveur, once again unemployed for over 2 months, is recreating the battle of the Somme in the Hornbeam Gardens. Yes, I know your two great-uncles died there, Nick, but is this really necessary? Even as an remembrance of what happened 100 years ago?
I am assured it will be very lovely (later on) – and much easier to use. I won’t slide on my bum down the wet, grassy slope. But yes, sigh, there are more steps.
And more steps.
It really is all very lovely. I have the arches I have been yearning for and the beginnings of edges to my borders.
But I think even Nick didn’t estimate the amount of earth moving involved.
Looking down to the recently planted area in the shrub part of the lower Hornbeam Gardens. What a mess!
I’ve been fiddling in the veggie garden. I terraced this about 2 years ago. It was a continual slope and I had a deep desire to have some flat beds to work with. Last year I took both box and Lonicera nitida cuttings to make an edge to the terraces.
It worked! Most have rooted, so this is a good plan for we gardeners who are ‘financially challenged’.
Now I am doing a ‘motorway’ style planting to retain the banks on the slopes, again with direct-stuck cuttings. I’ve no idea if this will work.
It’s an experiment. On the top slope, direct-stuck cuttings of Lonicera nitida (should be ok).
On the lower slope, lavender cuttings – I doubt this, but if you don’t try you don’t find out.
I spray them over every evening.
The veggies have not been completely disastrous this year, considering I started very late. Broad beans always do well on our heavy clay (I do an autumn and a spring sowing). French beans can’t fail.
Best sweet corn in the last four years.
The broccoli is desperately late, but still good when picked and cooked. Brassicas only do well in this garden early or late – they hate heat and flourish when the nights are cooler.
Lower down the soft fruit garden is ready to plant this autumn.
And I’m finally going to create my huge herbaceous borders in the orchard, under the four Prunus ‘Tai-haku’.
Unfortunately I did a bit of glyphosate weed control down here (apologies to those who don’t approve).
Meanwhile, I’m so glad I have so many asters in the garden – they are alive with peacock butterflies and bees at the moment. I’m almost coming to enjoy the insects more than the flowers. And for that I have to thank other blogs that have opened my eyes. Look here …
And, about 5 months after planting, Cobaea scandens is finally managing to produce more than one flower at a time.
I haven’t forgotten the ‘Scottish Inspiration’ posts – they are up my sleeve for a rainier, less busy day. Hope to see you again soon.