Quelle Summer! What with our renovations, holidays, and moving house, I have not had time to write even the shortest post for the past three months, and for that I can only apologise. However, that is not to say that I have not been keeping up with the gardening during this time, although I did let the garden run a little wild during August, just let the whole thing be so that it all did whatever it pleased and the daisies and sweetpeas clambered over everything and the roses pushed through the poppies and the foxgloves syncopated dramatically over the ferns, and it all looked rather splendidly unkempt. (But isn’t that the point of August?)
I have kept up with photographing it all though, and thought I’d make this post a sort of Grand Unifying End of Summer View to encompasse the EOMVs of June, July and August. End of Month View is kindly hosted by the magnificent Helen at The Patient Gardener, who I hope will not mind my a) tardiness b) conglomerated summer views. I have also been trying to keep up with my Tree Following (that sprouting apple pip is now a foot high!) and the Monday Vases, but the latter have simply been vases and vases of sweetpeas upon sweetpeas until I was gathering them up in armfuls and begging passers-by to take the lot; more about those in a bit.
Back in June I also visited my mother’s and my grandmother’s respective gardens in the Midlands. I would have normally used these photos to contrast their progress with Scotland’s 300 miles to the north, but it’s a bit late for that now, June all but a distant memory. Nonetheless, there were some good photos so I shall post about these later in the week.
But without further ado, let’s look at those End of Month Views.
Summer was off to a slow start. Apart from a couple of hot and sunny days near the middle of the month, it remained cold, blustery and wet for most of June. The foxgloves and tiarella did brilliantly throughout this poor spell, and some little ‘Peaches and Cream’ verbena kept our spirits up. The honeysuckle I’d rescued from the garden centre rejects shelf turned out flowers of a particularly startling hue. I’m not sure it’s to my taste!
Where was our summer? Whilst the south was reportedly sweltering, we remained at a steady 15 or 16 degree average, with plenty of rain and wind. At least I didn’t have to water the garden much. Despite the very poor weather, the garden really started to bloom. Foxgloves remained the showstoppers, but also my beautiful David Austin roses started to bloom (and still haven’t stopped), and the sweetpea tsunami began to roll. And for about three seconds I had some very beautiful orange poppies, and elsewhere some dark purple ones. They went far too quickly, making me doubt their overall value to the garden. They didn’t even hang around for a photo.
Finally the weather cheered up. With our renovations almost complete, this month we were extremely busy packing up to finally move into this flat, and so the the garden was terribly neglected, with pleasing results. Crocosmia, sweetpeas, roses, snapdragons, meadow rue, hostas, delphiniums and heuchera were all stars, tumbling over one another in happy chaos.
But perhaps the most welcome stars were my new water taps at back and front of the flat. No more hoiking buckets and cans of water through the house (which got especially tricky for the week our builders turned the water supply off!).