Sunday, 4 September 2011
Work in the garden.
It is a warm but cloudy day here - just the right kind of day to work in the garden, so the farmer has started the Autumn clean-up. Because it has been such a wet Summer things have gone rampant.
The Clematis Montana Alba has colonised the big tree peony and the wall climbing rose, so I have spent half an hour cutting it back where I can reach it. I have no doubt I shall have cut off some of the wrong bits, but there is so much of it that it won't matter and I can pull it out when the leaves die off.
One of the long borders has become totally overrun with couch grass (wickens up here) which means everything has to be dug out in an effort to get rid of the wretched stuff. The farmer has made a good start on that, as well as cutting back many of the flowers which have finished for the year.
But there is still plenty of colour. The orange crocosmia is flowering well. I like it because it always reminds me of my childhood and the big patch of what was then called montbretia just outside the kitchen door. The rudbekia is also in full bloom. It is a useful plant to have in any garden as it flowers with unfailing regularity and looks like a lot of miniature suns.
The rose on the wall is on its third flowering, in spite of being almost choked out by the clematis. This rose, which was un-named, came from Woolworths about fifteen years ago and cost £1.50. It is on its third flowering of the year and is covered in bloom. Each year I cut it back to six inches above the ground and it still makes more than wall height.
The astilbe is still in bloom and has done well this year with all the damp. Any minute now the farmer will be in for his afternoon cup of tea. Sunday lunch was not quite to his liking today. Yesterday we had his kind of meal - sausage and mash with onion gravy and green beans from the garden. Today we had my kind of meal = Moroccan chicken (poached in white wine and served with sweet chilli sauce) on a bed of lemon and thyme cous-cous and served with ratatouille. We followed it with roast nectarines and creme fraiche. He said it was 'alright' which is I suppose some kind of praise - at least he didn't say it was horrible!