Sparrows, few that there are, are doing me a big favour feeding with epicurean delight upon the greenfly in residence on the Félicite-Perpétue weeping standard in my front garden. These days they enjoy hanging from the long stems and flowers, having practiced the technique on the fat-balls in the back garden.I dug up my Daphne Odora (18th Feb 2008) today. It’s succumbed to the wet, which frequently turns my thick clay soil into a killer and once two thirds of the fresh leaves had dropped I decided to call it a day; couldn’t bear to watch it struggle any longer. It was in a difficult spot, often wet and close to bigger shrubs – I’ll take time to look around for another – the scent in early spring is too good to miss.
I love roses but moss roses are special. This Old Rose Louis Gimard (Dark Moss) has lots of moss and a delicious scent and is happily trouble free, at least in my garden – though it doesn’t like the rain, but who does!
The Rambling Rector, at home on an old shed, flowers reliably every year and with its honey scent and simple flowers, the bees love it.Unfortunately a number of roses in my garden have managed to lose their name-tags over the years, it shows a lack of care on my part – doesn’t stop them flowering though!
My end of year report will probably say “could do better”.
