Repeat flowers if cut back and dead-headed.
Another highly-scented flower in the June garden. Semi-double flowers allow bees to access the pollen. Grows to 4ft and is reliably repeat-flowering. It is resistant to blackspot due to it’s LeGrice breeding. Pearl Drift requires minimal pruning and no chemicals. Layers of flat white flowers, covered in bees.
Viburnum plicatum at the edge of the horseshoe pond. Cow parsley and wild three cornered leek, where snowdrops bloomed in winter. And often it’s the simplest things that provide a balm.Įnjoy this week’s views of the garden and ramble along the back field footpath where there’s masses of white cow parsley and the last of the hawthorn blossom now festooned with ribbons of fragrant dog roses. You never know when or where these moments will come from, do you. It’s amazing the little things that give you hope in times of need. I’ve stored up this moment as a happy memory during a difficult time. In all the excitement of leaving the nest, I was just one of the new wonders for them to discover. The parents desperately calling to them, ‘tsuk, tsuk, tsuk’ but the chicks totally unafraid, studied me as much as I studied them. With the storm coming from the south east, the westerly edge of our wood was weirdly still and silent, and this is where our little flock gathered. What a day to fledge! We had 40 mile per hour winds and torrential rain. A highlight of a particularly difficult and stormy day was suddenly finding six long-tailed tits, newly emerged from the nest- all gathered along a hazel branch, at eye level, fluffing up feathers, preening, eager darting eyes. Whilst I’ve been busy, the nesting birds have raised their young, and many have fledged. Back here, in the shade of the trees, there’s peace and calm. I’ve ground to a halt after months of literally running from one place to the next, almost in a permanent panic. The garden, as ever, becomes a place of solace. Hoping the one returned to us as fragile as a butterfly, will spread his wings and fly, and mourning for the one who did not, although it was his time to go and we must celebrate a life well lived, well loved, happy and fruitful. And so, I sit in the garden now and think of them. The other one passed away, peacefully in his sleep. One emerged from a deep deep coma, and returned to us. I’ve sat by their beds and held their hands. Two family members have been desperately ill. Life seems to have been incredibly busy these past few months.
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