It’s dry, dry dry here, in spite of the fact that we’ve had more rain this summer than usual and the temperatures have only soared beyond 38 degrees centigrade on one day.
However, I nipped off this page to do a temperature double-check and found a frightening news item (posted a day ago), asking if it’s likely we’ll be reliving August 2003 from this Thursday onwards. Thank goodness I didn’t move to Provence, however beautiful it may be. I would never have survived a year!
I’m getting used to the summers (a little) after nine years in our corner of France, which is advertised by the nearest town as the ‘petite Provence de l’est’. And certainly the lack of canicule days this year has been a welcome relief. (Although I’ve still done more than my fair share of lurking around in the house.) In fact I think this will be the first August that I have ever posted on my blog, so things are looking up!
The only things that really look perfect in August are the ornamental grasses, dahlias …
… and Eryngium ‘Mrs. Wilmott’s Ghost’.
It’s a month when I get sick of it all, but I’m gradually learning to add more things like the Stipa gigantea in the lower Hornbeam Gardens that will stand the dry conditions and still look good.
However (and it’s a huge however!) the garden is looking amazingly tidy this year, thanks to the BV who is perpetually furloughed and (between beers) manages to find a new project every day.
The young espaliered fruits have been strimmed around to within an inch of their lives and will be enjoying the fact that he’s removed all the nettles that they were jostling with.
His latest project involves building steps down to our garden shed. You can see the area in the picture below, to the right.
A few years ago I slipped in the mud down there, so that should save my bottom and back a little in years to come.
Now, having seen the news item I mentioned earlier, I’m going to pull up my socks (a lot of that in this house), stop lurking and get down there early tomorrow morning to water my droopy Rose ‘Canary Bird’.