I’m home, and from our kitchen window I can see tulips, Spanish bluebells, rhubarb, saxifrage and (almost) alliums brightening up the communal backgreen. It’s one of those rainy sunny windy everythingy days and the greenery simply shines. Even I, hopeless at finding and arranging flowers for Cathy’s monday vases, can’t fail to create something today.
Directly outside our window is a hedge of fat, juicy honeysuckle, putting on its usual wonderfully exaggerated display. It’s the healthiest, happiest plant in the garden. On the tenement wall, hidden within the honeysuckle’s wild locks, is our boiler flue, and it’s my theory that the honeysuckle’s exuberance is fuelled directly by the carbon dioxide given off into its midst.
I added two little saxifrage flowers, three fronds of tatting fern, and a couple of stems of tiny feathery white flowers that I found in the border by the wall, which lend a delicate stroke to the whole. They might be a weed, or something sown by one of my neighbours, who knows?
The jug was from a charity shop. Standing guard is Bismarck, while an etching of Edinburgh by my cousin provides the backdrop. Do take the time to visit Rambling in the Garden to see Cathy’s fabulous arrangement and those of all the other garden bloggers who have joined in this week.