‘I do sincerely trust
that the benediction
that is always awaiting me
in my garden may by degrees be more deserved and that I may grow in grace and patience and cheerfulness, just like the happy flowers
I so much love.’ Elizabeth von Arnim
After yet more wind and rain,
the garden begins to look battered and almost uncared for with foxgloves
leaning perilously, in conflict with yellow loosestrife and deep pink valerian.
Leavings from the dreaded geraniums have begun to creep back into the shade of
the borders and the dancing fairies have begun their summer striptease.
Aquilegia - dancing fairies
The replanted border is
beginning to establish but, like Thursday’s child, has far to go before it
makes real impact, but its colourful promise is inspiring. Meanwhile, many and
various clematis twirl and twine about the periphery of the garden fence.
The alliums stand like purple lollipops, making bullet-like points of reference
amongst the euphorbia and knapweed.
Purple Sensation alliums
Bread feeds the body, indeed,
but flowers feed the soul The Koran