Mottistone Mother’s Day

Sunday saw me on a Mother’s Day trip to the National Trust’s Mottistone Manor, towards the eastern end of the Isle of Wight.  The garden is quite small by NT standards, and probably best known for its herbaceous borders much later in the year, but at this time of year there was still plenty to see, not least the stunning naturalised daffodils above and below.

As well as the bulbs, there were a number of new plants on me – the Fritillaria imperialis (which I know and don’t particulalry like), looked stunning against the Libertia peregrinans ‘Gold Leaf’ which I didn’t.  It was used elsewhere in the garden, and I looked for one for sale but although there were some described as ‘nursery stock’ there were none actually for sale – maybe worth a return visit!

New growth was, on occasion, almost extra terrestrial – see the Rheum palmatum ‘Atrosanguineum‘ just breaking through the soil’s surface below.  Amazing to think that by the summer it could be two metres high.

I also liked the new growth of the Restio Elegia capensis, another new one on me, which is also likely to be around two metres later in the year.  (Entertaining to see the creeping buttercup to the right of the photo, now that is one I do know…)

The herbaceous border was still (understandably) looking quite bare, but I love the repetition of the Eryngium spires (I think it’s mutabile) with the Euphorbia behind.

And lastly, not a plant at all, but who can resist an early butterfly?  See below the Polygonia c-album, according to the Butterfly Conservation website a good news story:

“The Comma is a fascinating butterfly. The scalloped edges and cryptic colouring of the wings conceal hibernating adults amongst dead leaves, while the larvae, flecked with brown and white markings, bear close resemblance to bird droppings.

The species has a flexible life cycle, which allows it to capitalize on favourable weather conditions. However, the most remarkable feature of the Comma has been its severe decline in the twentieth century and subsequent comeback. It is now widespread in southern Britain and its range is expanding northwards.”

 

 

 

Combinations

Now I love a cryptic crossword, but am absolutely rubbish at them and only made any progress at all when I had my mother by my side.  I still remember the day we completed The Telegraph cryptic crossword on a coach trip to Great Dixter – a red letter day for me as I have never completed a cryptic before, but probably much more of a red letter day for my mother, who got to flirt with Christopher Lloyd who happened to be sitting in the shop.

Sadly it was the eighth anniversary of her death on 11th March, but coincidentally, I’d spent the day before back on the cryptic, on another journey, with another ‘wise one’ (my boss, not much of a gardener, but you can’t have everything).  And the challenge?  The Times new ‘Quick’ Cryptic Crossword, and, with the ‘wise one’ by my side we managed to finish it in about half an hour, and I’m delighted to say I solved 3 down, the answer being ‘combinations’ (I’ve forgotten the clue – sorry).

Consequently the word’s been with me ever since, partly because it was a word my mother taught me, as she apparently used to wear them (according to Wiki: “a type of underwear that combines a vest or camisole with trousers or drawers”) but also because it’s of perennial interest in gardening.

During spring 2013, when winter seemed to go on well into April, my carefully planned daffodil (Sinopel) and tulip (Spring Green) succession in the ‘grass bed’ all bloomed together in a very unexpected combination (see below).  The poor tulips also got very wind battered and consequently looked rather disheveled almost from the start.  At the moment the only things flowering in this bed are a few wallflowers and the forget me knots.  It’ll be interesting to see whether the tulips succeed the daffodils this year, and if so, whether it’s anything like as attractive as the mad scene last year.

Another planned combination which didn’t quite go to plan this year was the trough planting.  The stocks (Matthiola incana) were grown from seed and didn’t flower last year but there are buds showing now and the plan is that the scent will be apparent from the table on the decking above.  Where it’s all gone a little awry is with the Narcissi.  I thought I was planting Narcissi ‘Cornish Chuckle’, but what I seem to have is ‘Minnow’, which is lovely, but not what I expected.  Perhaps Bloms thought they knew better.

Another planned combination this year is more ‘Minnow’ with the Wallflower ‘Ivory Giant’ in the ‘drive bed.’  I saw the wallflower on Gardeners’ World and eventually tracked down seed from Seedaholic and grew them for the first time in 2012.  They now seem to be returning happily for the second year after I chopped them back quite hard in the autumn.

And lastly, a completely unexpected combination – the flower (first ever to my knowledge) on my Melianthus major ‘looking’ at the chicken.

Greenhouse gratification – March

Now I know I’m a very lucky girl to have such a lovely large greenhouse but it’s amazing how it fills up.   I’m already wishing away the days until I can be confident we’re frost free and I can put out all the succulents and pelargoniums which are currently occupying a significant amount of space.

Because of ongoing problems with the ankle I’ve been unable to do anything too strenuous and so have gone a bit mad with the seed planting.

First I updated my ‘Seed 2014’ spreadsheet to discover I have well over one hundred seed packets from Chilterns, Seaspring Seeds, Derry Watkins, Jekka McVicar, Sarah Raven and the RHS.  What was I thinking?

Secondly, I treated myself to a heated propagation mat, something so toasty I imagine the seeds are happy even when I’m not there keeping them company.  And thirdly, I’ve been planting.  Largely according to Maria but I have strayed occasionally (please don’t tell).

Already many seeds are popping up – certainly the sweet peas planted in February are well on the way – they’ve been pinched out and are bushing out strongly.  A second wave (in the round pots) clearly has some way to go, but the tomatoes will soon need potting on.  I’ve also already planted aubergine (Turkish Orange) and Peppers (Marconi and Mini Belle Yellow). I’ve never done that well with either in the past, but last year it was definitely because I planted too late.

I have also in the past planted the Padron Peppers, which I adore fried in the bit of olive oil and lots of sea salt, but after eating literally over a hundred when I was in Madrid recently, I’m not sure they like me as much as I like them, so I think I might give them a rest this year!

And to finish, to give even me greenhouse envy, see below a shot of one of the glasshouses at the stunning West Dean gardens taken last year.  Is it just me, but do you find that more appealing than a box of chocolates?

Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day – 15th March

So, late again, I’ve decided to join a number of other bloggers I follow to capture blooms blooming in my garden on the 15th.  I struggled to choose the headliner, but in the end went with the Leptospermum scoparium above, as it hasn’t been featured previously, and has been blooming non stop all winter.  What a plant!

There are a number of different narcissi, some inherited,

but also Tete a Tete (here with Leucojum aestivum) 

Jenny

and Minnow (the small one, I’m not sure what the taller one is, but it is so multiheaded and tall it tends to fall over).

And in pots I have Narcissi Thalia, 

and, in my long troughs, Segovia.

In other pots I have Tulip Apricot Beauty, Grevillea and pale yellow pansies.

Elsewhere in the garden, fruit blossom (Nectarine and Cherry),

some blues – clockwise Forget me not (in front of Stipa tenuissima), Cerinthe, Scilla, Pulmonaria and Lithodora Heavenly Blue (with Crocus cream Beauty).

and some pinks, Geranium, hellebore, bergenia and beautiful self seeded primula.

 

 

And then in the greenhouse, pelargoniums

and lastly this beauty.  It was bought in the flower market in Funchal in Madeira last Christmas, but I’ve got no idea what it’s called.  And suggestions?

My over-the-road oak, March

Like Annette at My Aberdeen Garden with her Copper Beech, I’m (rather belatedly) joining  Lucy  at  LooseAndLeafy with her meme on ‘Follow  a Tree’.

The tree I’ve chosen isn’t actually in my garden, it’s over the road on the National Trust land in front of our house.  To the bottom of this photo you can see the sign for the footpath that runs down the hill to the Duver at the bottom, and on to the beach.

The oak is to the south of us and so, come Autumn, the prevailing winds ensure that 90% of all the leaves end up in our garden or on the drive.  Consequently we now have two leaf mould bins, which are overflowing.

Although this post is supposed to be just about the tree, I couldn’t help but add in the backdrop of Bembridge Harbour to give the tree some island context.

What would give some really special island context would be if I could ever capture a picture of one of the red squirrels in the oak.  They regularly run across the road, up into this tree and then jump from tree to tree to wherever their drey is situated, much further away from the road.  I’ve tried to photograph them once or twice, but boy do they move fast.

I look forward to sharing this tree with you over the coming months.

Jenny up, Jenny down

On Monday and Tuesday this week I was working away from home, and on my return I discovered that the daffodils in both the Swing Beds, and the Oak Bed, had all burst into flower.  The particular daffodils in question are Narcissus Jenny , first bought by my mother as a cunning (September) birthday present for A. knowing that I’d love them, which I do.

Not only do I like the fact that the petals are pale, dainty and reflexed, but of course I like the fact they share my name, and since that first bag of bulbs at least ten years ago, I’ve always grown them.  I obviously grow other Narcissi too to extend the season – Tete a Tete, Thalia, Sinopel, Cornish Chuckle, Minnow, Segovia and Old Pheasants Eye but I think the Jennys are my favourites.

So if that’s ‘Jenny up’ what’s ‘Jenny down’?  Well that would be me, missing the last step outside the house in the dark last night (sober!) and spraining my ankle.  Not sure what’s more distasteful about this picture, the swollen ankle or my winter white skin….

So consequently I am hobbling around feeling rather foolish and useless, and yet taking a moment to appreciate how lucky I am to be usually fit and active.

And of course the real joke is – guess what was delivered yesterday morning:

Now who on earth is going to barrow that around?  Sigh.

Vanity thy name is Duver Diary*

Recently I’ve been reading other bloggers’ posts showing their flowerbeds in all their wintery nakedness and I’m wondering whether to follow suit.  On the one hand, part of the point of the blog is to capture the garden as the year progresses, and yet, i would also like it to be a visual treat, (especially after last weekend’s photography course).  Consequently, like an extended Burlesque show, I think I’ll show you a glimpse at a time, and hopefully, by the time all is revealed, it won’t still be naked.

Along the way I also wanted to share a few close ups captured during the recent glorious weather.  The one above shows the new leaves of a honeysuckle planted last year to grow up a tree.  As this shot shows, it hasn’t yet reached the tree and its current ‘mid air’ habit prompted me to stop and admire the leaves, rather than the flowers, as one would usually.

The picture below is of Crocus Cream Beauty whose sunny faces are smiling at me from numerous pots around the garden.  I love the perfect shadow of the anthers against the petal.

So the first reveal.  These are the ‘Swing beds,’ named after the beautiful Sitting Spiritually swing we installed over three years ago when these beds were first created.  The swing faces west and the beds are roughly symmetrical, although there is an apple tree growing in the right hand bed that was already in situ that we didn’t have the heart to pull out.

To the left of these beds are some terraced vegetable and fruit beds (out of sight and very naked currently), and to the right is the so called ‘Grass’ bed which runs alongside the road (although 10ft higher) which is lined by Stipa tenuissima, probably my favourite grass.  Beyond the garden you can see the mouth of Bembridge Harbour and the eastern end of the Solent.

Thursday was largely spent working on the Swing beds, pruning the roses, cutting back and dividing, as well as weeding a worrying patch of couch grass.  I’ve recently ordered two ton sacks of compost from the council and the next job is to mulch them.

Here’s the left hand bed a little closer.   The stand out plant at the moment is the lovely lime green of the Euphorbia wulfennii which was moved from elsewhere in the garden when the beds were first planted, but also, although you can’t see from this distance, some Cerinthe Major plants which have survived the mild winter are also just starting to flower.

And lastly a peek of the ‘Blue’ bed last year.  Take a careful look at the Erysimum Bowles Mauve…

…and now look at it.  Ah well, thank goodness I took cuttings.

*So just for our Shakespearean education, I thought I’d check where the quote came from and it turns out that ‘Vanity….’ isn’t the quote.  The quote, from Hamlet, is actually “Frailty, thy name is woman!” and, according to Yahoo answers, Hamlet says it because he was cross with his mother for remarrying his father’s brother within a month of his father’s death.  

Furthermore, Wikipedia, tells us that ” ______ thy name is ______” is “a ‘snowclone’, used to indicate the completeness with which something or somebody (indicated by the second part) embodies a particular quality (indicated by the first part), usually a negative one”.  And ‘snowclone’ is defined  “a neologism for a type of cliché and phrasal template originally defined as a multi-use, customizable, instantly recognizable, time-worn, quoted or misquoted phrase or sentence that can be used in an entirely open array of different variants”

So now we know.  But I’m still not going to change the title.