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Showing posts from January, 2013

The Primrose - Herald of Spring

I am very fond of the primrose (Latin - prima rosa - first rose of the year) a flower which heralds the coming of spring.  I know they come in a wide range of bright colours, but for me, the pale yellow primrose is the one I prefer.  The bright light when I took these photos makes them look white when they are in fact the palest of lemon.

The primrose is a vital nectar plant in early spring andis pollinated by a range of insects, apparently, particularly the long-tongued Brimstone Butterfly, fresh out of hibernation.

Did you know that April 19th is Primrose Day.  This is the anniversary of the death of the former Prime Minister, Benjamin Disraeli.  The primrose was his favourite flower and Queen Victoria sent him bunches on a regular basis - so the story goes.  According to tradition primrose flowers are laid at his statue by Westminster Abbey on this date every year.

 Today I visited a garden centre and they had a whole section full of pale yellow primroses, it looked stunning…

One Thursday Evening in July

One of my favourite winter pleasures when I am stuck indoors is to look back at summer pictures of the garden .  When it is bleak and cold, and I am wrapped up in thick sweaters with the heating on, thinking of a tummy-warming casserole for dinner, it somehow makes me feel less miserable when I find a particularly sunny batch of pictures.  I had captioned these 'a warm Thursday evening ' and the pictures give a fair indication of what my garden looks like at any given time during the summer.

How would I describe the Rosebank garden? 
Well, it is supposed to be reminiscent of a true cottage garden.  Nothing too fancy, just full of flowers, shrubs and home-grown veg - somewhere that is not too organised  - some might say, a bit of a jumble.  It has a table and chairs on the patio for when I fancy eating out of doors, and a bench at the top of the garden for catching the last of the afternoon sun,  sitting and taking in the colour and fragrance of my surroundings with a view of …

A Black and White World ...

I opened the bedroom curtains a little and peered outside - still dark.  I went downstairs and pulled on my thick padded wax jacket and slipped my feet into my walking boots.  Gingerly I made my way down the garden path to start the car up to de-frost, crunching and crackling as I carefully stepped, frightened of slipping on the icey path.  The car door was hard to open, it had frozen and was stuck.  Whilst the car was warming up and the ice clearing from the windows I went back into the garden to feed the birds who were waiting in the trees and on the path.  Poor little things must have a cold night of it, shivering and huddling together for warmth.  After filling the bird feeders, putting down apples, crushing fat balls and spreading them on the grass, I sprinkled seed on the path for the ground feeders.  Hardly had I finished when about twenty birds came down and started pecking at the seed.  The water in the bird bath has been frozen solid for two days, but  the pump  is kept goi…

Hyacinths - To Feed My Soul

As the winter draws on my mind shuts down and no new ideas for blog posts come to mind.  Does anyone else go through 'bloggers block'.  I have been reading gardening books and old magazines looking for inspiration - but nothing seems to spark enough for me to say 'yes' I'll do a post about that. But I did see some lovely hyacinth photos on Jennifer's blog which prompted me to write this post.

I thought about the hyacinths that I have in pots around the house.  I have been photographing them over the last few days as they have sent up their flower spikes and given off their heavenly fragrance.  I plant them with the intention of them blooming on Christmas day - that is my aim - but I have only ever achieved this once.  Most years, almost, but not quite.  This year was no exception.

After they have finished flowering they are demoted to the greenhouse to dry out, then they are planted out in the garden border specially reserved for hyacinth and spring flowers…

Fresh Flower Posies

Each year I grow as many flowers for cutting as I can in the flower patch at my plot.  I don't go in for big formal arrangements, just sweet little posies of flowers that I pick as I wander round the cutting patch.  The pale pinks of cosmos or the fragrant butterfly petals of sweet peas.  Sometimes I go for the bold and the bright of zinnia or rudbeckia.  Last year I added wild flowers for a bit of variety - feverfew and mallow and corn marigold.  I place them in the kitchen where I can look at them whilst I am cooking and washing up, and in the hallway so that they are the first things I see when I walk through the front door, or on the coffee table where the sun catches on their petals and the room smells sweet with the scent of lilac or rose. 

 Below are a few posies that were picked during the year:-

I love to have home-grown flowers in the house, the first daffodils of the season their bright yellow cheering up the room or the tight buds of tulips that loosen a…