As much of the first crop of flowers of 2017 have started to fade, the garden seems to take a month-long breath at midsummer, during which I’ve been building the foundations for the first retaining wall. More of that later, though.
Right now, the House Acer is still doing wonderfully:
It keeps wanting to bud lower down. Right now I’m starting to let it do that – maybe in preparation for hacking it back over winter and moving it….
If it doesn’t survive the move, Acer “Anne Irene” may still be small, but it seems to be settling in:
The Rose They Couldn’t Kill and the Buddleia They Also Couldn’t Kill are doing well:
The antirrhinum is still weaving itself amongst the buddleia spikes.
The row of tomatoes, White Lisbon onions, broad beans and bronze fennel is doing well:
The tomatoes especially are suckering like wildfire, and I’m having to rub or pinch off axil shoots every day or two.
As are the kales, lettuces and backup onions:
Both look great with the newly repainted furniture, although I would call it a mint-blue rather than “gentle sage.”
The hebe is cuddling up to the geranium, tiarella and the mints:
It’s another remarkable plant, always covered in bees and even at one point hosting a cinnabar moth.
The philadelphus has lost its single bloom, and now looks merely like some kind of ghoul trying to envelop the euonymous:
I’m undecided as to what to do with it next year. This is the first that it’s flowered (I think everything is glad of the removal of the privet) but I’ve also been told it responds well to being cut right back, so who knows? If I do cut it back, the euonymous—tangled up as it is—will have to be sacrificed.
The Zaluzianskya phlox and Anthemis tinctoria by the back door have had a second flush of flowers, the latter thanks to some judicious deadheading:
The annuals and perennials opposite them look happy:
The lavenders are still out; the pelargoniums will carry on for months; the Geranium sanguineum var striatum, and Lamium Red Nancy are both filling out since RHS Chatsworth (the former responding well to pruning); and the cosmos that Gwenfar kindly looked after when the Bord na Mona compost nearly did for it are bouncing back (along with their cousins, bought as larger plants and already flowering):
Rather worryingly, though, our new compost bins show evidence of something landing on them considerably more heavily than a cat:
I guess it could be the fox I’ve heard about, but I do wonder if someone tried to use all the back gardens as a passageway. How could they do that? Especially when everyone surely knows it’s a building site instead!
(Thanks to Helen Johnstone for hosting the EOMV meme. Helen’s taking a break from blogging, but the meme lives on!)