A good friend of mine read my last post about the I.Pot and mentioned quite carefully that it didn’t really look very good (note to people who live down south; this is the northern equivalent of someone saying “Darling it’s divine!” then changing the subject immediately and NEVER speaking of it again).
I was tempted to talk about texture and contrast, the clash of industrial & countryside flora in a match to the death, all coupled with the poignant and yet strangely redemptive act of quintessential humiliation that is blogging, but I didn’t have time because we were booked for the teatime special at the pub and I was hungry.
“Just you wait till it starts flowering” I said “there will be queues to see it and it will be amazing!!” There was an eye-roll. What it is to be surrounded by sceptics.
In the meantime, the other half of my garden is slightly more decorative.
I’ve always wanted to grow Cowichan polyanthus, particularly the dark red ones because I like dark red, but have never had a garden with the right spot for them. So I bought three by mail order from Summerdale Garden Nursery and teamed them with three young Stipa tenuissima and a red winter-flowering viola from local nurseries.
I’ve scattered Crocus ‘Cream Beauty’ in gaps around the plants and underplanted with a pale yellow Hyacinth ‘City of Haarlem’ and the Tulip ‘Gavota’ – red with a cream edge all from Peter Nyssen. I thought that would all look classy and sophisticated – I know! Go me!
Unfortunately, I had some Fritillaria uva-vulpis, left over from the I.Pot, a flower best described as ‘interesting’, ‘specialist’, and ‘something only a mother could love’ in shades of green and brown. I didn’t want to waste them and that over-ruled my aesthetic judgement, so I put them in too. Ho Hum.