Well, I really can’t believe my luck.
It’s nearly Bonfire night, which by rights should be thick woolly hats and scarves and steaming breath in the cold night air, but still our wonderful weather holds fair.
A tad on the dry side, I don’t think that I have ever had to water pots and tubs this time of the year, (thankfully nearly all automated watering) but a lot of the plants are still well and truly hanging on in there.
In fact they’re not even ‘just hanging,’ they’re positively flying…
The Cosmos go from strength to strength, they now tower above me, poor old Henry has to keep putting in bigger and stronger stakes in an attempt to keep them upright.
It’s quite odd really because now I’m torn between letting them set seed so that I can collect it for next year or deadheading them to prolong their flowering.
My weekly, eagerly awaited Friday evening treat in the form of Monty says to enjoy them while you can, I guess he’s probably right, so I shall.
Mind you, I’ll be totally ‘Twittering’ him if we get a sudden harsh frost and all is lost!
Then there’s the old Osteospermums that are putting on a jolly good show, in fact it’s the best they’ve been so far this summer.
Complete with resident Ghost spider, (or at least that’s what I was told they were,) now these incy-wincy ones I can just about cope with considering I have a phobia about all things remotely spidery.
Even the Asclepias tuberosa are still brightening my patio pots with their fiery reds and oranges bursting forth like miniature sparklers.
I love these when they reach their ‘fluffy ‘ stage, the time when their silken seeds are bursting forth from the split pods, ready to be dispersed by natures breath.
Known commonly as the butterfly milkweed, I have to say that my Dorset butterflies have yet to acquire a taste for them.
(Wo)Man of course has found many a use for these delicate silken ‘filaments,’ (to give them their correct term,) they are hollow and wax-coated.
Humans ingenuity knows no bounds when it comes to harvesting nature’s bounty.
During WWII it was collected by the ton and used as a substitute for kapoc, nowadays it’s more likely that you’ll be laying down your weary head on it in the form of hypoallergenic filling for pillows.
Apparently it’s deceptive delicacy belies its strength, it’s found a use in cleaning up after the dirty old homo sapiens, insatiable man spills oil, nature cleans it up.
Because of this temporary holding back of winters greedy fingers, birds and insects are still busy bustling to and fro those delectable delicacies on offer, a few Honeysuckle buds appear here and there, not enough to scent the air, but enough to draw in the eager nectar seekers.
The ornamental grasses though are just starting to go over.
A couple of the more dastardly devils that should have been dead-headed before they had a chance to set seed, have done just that..set seed!
Set seed and shed said seed. (Try saying that with a mouthful of toffee.)
That’ll be clumps galore coming up all over next year then.
Poor old Henry, he hates grasses at the best of times, let alone when he has to try and weed them out from between my emerging plants. It’s a miracle he still keeps coming back each week in an attempt to keep my plot under some vague sort of control…how his fingers must itch just to hack it all back and rein it in.
The only reason I can think is that I must make a mean cuppa and that’s why he stays. (I don’t even offer him biscuits with it…hhhmmm, maybe I should?)
We arrive next at the Salvias…well, what can I say.
They’re simply the bees knees, and their elbows, wrists, ankles, and any other joint you can possible name.
Hot Lips is still pertly pouting away at anyone who’ll ordain to give her a second glance…sexy little gal.
Then there’s this one…Salvia or Agastache?
You tell me, i haven’t a scooby.
One of my ‘sown seed and since lost label’ plants.
Of course, I am still eagerly awaiting the emergence of the huge Salvia buds ( unknown…again!) mentioned in my last post.
Will it ever emerge?