No, this has not become bad reality tv. This is gardening in the raw. Least it feels like that. This is one time of year when hard work in the garden is unavoidable.
The Crescent Border finishes the great Campanula lactiflora and Epilobium ‘Stahl Rose’ fest.
I have to admit that while visitors have been wowing over it I had been thinking ‘I have to cut all that lot down’. And the day came when I had to. Which meant getting into a border where the plants were higher than me, and which concealed nasty nettles and cunning cleavers, to cut and pull out piles of enormous flower stems. They won’t mow up like most of my debris, so I also have to either (preferred) drop them and stomp on them in the border, or chuck them over the edge and then pick them up.
Yes. Pick them up. Horror. Was it worth it? The flowering was a bit stupendous.
Next, the alchemilla and geraniums were going over. So a bit of mowing, a bit of strimming and a bit of raking. Followed by more mowing and we’d done that. Then Charles strimmed and sucked up (with a machine, she hastened to add) all the plants on the path. Suddenly you can walk the path and the steps again and all is bare. Sounds awful but actually this suddenly reveals the lawn. From the house it is at eye level and seen on the flat it really looks like a proper lawn (as opposed to cut grass) and the border is suddenly given more weight by having the uninterrupted foreground. I think the strip of green lawn is probably the best foreground even though I love the alchemilla and geraniums when they are doing their stuff. This is a very dramatic change:
But very soon after it’s all popping up again:
And then – the meadow. Always a challenge but this year easier than most because it’s been so dry. Done:
The cut grass all stashed under the apple trees for nutritious mulch –
Then there is the Front Garden left – to cut out the white willow herb. But not today. Anyone still wondering why I don’t rave about gardening?
Well, all of that makes way for the rest. And although I would sometimes like to freeze the garden at a particular point of glory, truly the greatest pleasure is change. Every day in the growing season I go out to look at what has changed. It’s not always for the better but it refreshes the sight and the site, helps me see it more clearly.
Then what follows? Loads…
Long way to go yet before the garden knocks off…or I get to knock off. This is the cusp between summer and late summer……