May is one of the most beautiful months in the gardening calendar, every day there are new delights in the garden, but this time they passed me by as my mind was somewhere else. I still came into the garden and photographed the flowers but somehow didn’t get the same pleasure from them that I usually do. It is only now that I can look back at the photos and appreciate all the beauty that has been around me for the last few weeks.
I am still waking up very early, so am out in the garden in my pjs and wellies from about 5.30am or 6am, attacking all the weeds that have been growing over the last few weeks. The bog garden has had a lot of work done on it and is now ready for all the candelabra primulas to flower, just in time.
The most beautiful flower this month has been the Meconopsis, such a beautiful kingfisher blue, an unbelievable blue, it is so stunning. I bought a few special hybrid meconopsis last year and only one flowered this year. All the others have split into 2, 3 or 4 plants, so hopefully they will flower next year. The one that flowered has split into 2 so hopefully this means that it has decided to be perennial.
Meconopsis betonicifolia has also flowered in the sunset border, much smaller than the hybrid flowers but just as pretty. It seems that some of the stamens have changed into petals, it looks rather strange to see blue coming from the centre of the flower.
Another plant that has captured my interest is this year is Primula sieboldii. Such lovely little flowers, enjoying woodland type conditions, with the prettiest flowers looking just like snowflakes. The backs of the petals come in different colours which contrast with the whiter fronts, they look delicate but I believe they are quite robust.
I have just been away for a few days, our daughter came and “kidnapped” me and took me back to Bristol where she looked after me and took me garden visiting to Bristol Botanic Garden, post will hopefully follow soon. I have returned home re-energised and ready to tackle any problems the garden can throw at me, well, most of them anyway.
As soon as I step into the garden, I have company, no matter how early it is. With a whirring of wings, my garden robin thinks I am there just to provide his/her breakfast of worms, larvae and anything that wriggles. He comes so close, sometimes sitting on my boots, but I think there are babies somewhere as he flies off in the same direction each time, with a beakful of wrigglies.
Once again, many thanks to everyone who left a message on my previous post, you all left such lovely messages and I appreciated every single hug. Hopefully I will soon be back blogging as usual.