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Garden Notes, end of August 2019

My plan to plant tall, airy plants on the outside of the garden wall, tall enough to grow above the wall and wave about in the breeze, seems to be a great success this year.  The plants I chose are all favourites with the pollinators and this summer they have been very well attended by bees, hoverflies, butterflies and, with two nests nearby, wasps.  Amongst other things there is fennel, which is the size of a small house, verbena bonariensis, a grass, and a self-seeded teasel, which I can take absolutely no credit for!  At lower level, I planted several lavenders, my favourites, and they have been wonderful too.
In the garden the colour palette has changed now, as well as the light.  The sunshine is slightly tempered with a soft gold, and the flowers reflect the gentle change in the season as we sit on the cusp of early autumn.  In particular, I am enjoying the red rose hips from the Rosa glauca, rich yellow rudbeckia, and the orange helenium.
I received some excellent plant supports for my birthday.  They come from Plant Belles, and sit sympathetically in the flower beds and do a sterling job at the same time.
One of my favourite summer flowers is Gaura lindheimeri ', The Bride, and it has taken time for some of my seedlings to finally flower, but it was worth the wait.
The bed at the gable end of the cottage, by the garden door, is being very productive.  Runner beans, purple climbing French beans, Cosse Violette, and the sweet peas just keep on coming!  At the far end of the bed the perennial Sanguisorba officinalis (Great burnet) is flourishing as well.
Outside the garden there is some mellow fruitfulness taking place!  The fruit on Victoria plum tree is ripening nicely, courgettes are coming on in the raised bed, and although there are fewer tomatoes than last year (Sungold) I am quite happy with that.  Last year I had far too many and wasted a lot.


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