Over the internet I read of fellow gardeners struggling with drought or flood but in Dorset at the moment we have the heavenly combination of sunshine and showers. The garden is at its best and one can only step back and admire it in all its May glory.
All last week Cook Jenny and the domestics nattered of nothing else but the wedding. Over coffee they have turned to endlessly discussing the Royal couple’s honeymoon in the Seychelles. And Charlie and Bones can natter only of Pippa. I leave them all to it and get back to the sanity of the garden.
The combination of the asphodeline lutea or Jacob’s rod and the veronica gentianoides caught my eye.
But the photo below is of the beauty and the beast. The innocent bluebell grows in the midst of a clump of ground-elder. We try to keep on top of this pernicious weed that grows most everywhere in these parts. If it is allowed to set its white flowers then all will be lost. It gets its roots under walls and in the midst of the roots of shrubs and trees and is impossible to eradicate. As soon as a clump emerges like this I resort to spraying with glyphsophate which I usually hate doing but with this weed I have no choice.
On a happier note: the gooseberries are getting bigger by the day with no signs of sawfly yet!
The season is chuntering along. The lilac has dropped its flowers that now lie damp and untidy on the terrace and needs to be cleared up before the Duchess has words with me. The viburnum plicatum are in full swing and shine out like white tiered lighthouses. But the buddlejas are no more than dull leaf and one would hardly imagine such a plain looking shrub will burst forth soon into butterfly- smothered blooms.
This is a good time of year and all is content within the heart of this poor old gardener today.