Hello all Hugs to echt
We ate the apples off the espaliered tree this week, all three of them! Still, as DD pointed out, they were larger and juicier than in previous years and therefore next year could be even better! I have to tie in the new horizontal growth and prune back the vertical growth as I discovered it is a spur bearer.
I did weed round the irises, and hoed so that their corms stand well exposed to the Autumn sun, and cut back the foliage to a fan shape so that they didn't suffer from wind rock.
There has been lots of new foliage here due to the sun and the rain, so my plan is to tie back the new Mme Carriere rose growth and support the hydrangeas which have grown, to train them vertically.
The purple salvias and hardy blue geraniums and ceratostigma and fuschias and pinks have all continued flowering their socks off in a happy colourful but dainty riot together. The little 4 in pot fuschias bought from Hampton Court flower show have grown and spread beautifully.
But the roses and sweet peas are pretty much over due to a lack of feeding on my part and much remains to be done in terms of feeding and mulching and planting generally, and the front garden, though tidied up, remains lacking, with compacted clay soil. The expansion of garden programmes filled me with a very odd combination of anxiety and envy for the first time, and rather than inspiring me, I found I developed a kind of 'gardeners block'.
Even watching Carol didn't help me take cuttings and this is such a brilliant year for cuttings what with the warmth and the foliage growth.
I know, for example, I will never have a house and garden such as Adam Frost, and the sheer inequality of that compared with the tiny Lewisham front garden made the gardening me clam up. Weird. Anyway I think I am recovering after the wonderful Helen Dillon proclaimed she had 'finished painting her picture' of a garden, because it made me realise my garden picture is still being painted.
Mother's garden is stunning with minimal input. The purple asters and yellow Rudbeckia are everywhere in swathes and the way the Rudbeckia flowers dance gracefully in the wind on their tall stems is a delight.