Sunday 8 November 2020

life stops but the garden continues

I've been absent. No particularly special story. I got ill (not covid), I had an operation to help the ill, it went wrong, I had a stroke, it took me a long time to get diagnosis (because of covid) by which you can deduce that the stroke was an odd one; atypical and paradoxical (standard presentation absent, wrong side of the body) but nevertheless I've lost about a quarter of my vision (bilateral eyesight damage, top right, in the shape of flower) and I'm exhausted. Banned from driving, on a pile of pills. I gave up the allotment (more on that another time) and haven't been able to face the garden. But the first frosts were last week. They haven't reached the ground yet, but I need the tenders away before that happens. In the Sunday dim, I found my November flowers were in bloom:

This fancy Chrysanthemum should make it to Christmas. I think it's even called Santa. I know the name of the ghostly Fuchsia below: Grayrigg. It's a curious beast, so subtle, it's almost sinister. It's growing magnificently in a big fat pot I'll have to dig out some fabulous Begonias from before they start to rot in the frost.


Not yet though because the Begonias are still flowering:



The frost has hit my roof but not descended to ground level yet. But today I whisked some fragile items indoors; Succulents, my Cycad, the Tweedia seedlings, various Pelargoniums, etc. The soft fuchsias which had finished flowering. The annuals I'll leave to go out in a blaze of glory:


I've struggled to get the nasturtiums going the past few years in the flower beds; too much competition? Too soggy ? (I'm right on the clay.) So this year they went out into my concrete troughs and some other planters and I got flowers and seeds (I cook with all parts of the plant, but favour the unripe seeds - they have a lovely peppery flavour, and can be used wherever you might add a caper).

 

The Abutilon present a dilemma, as ever. They should be OK outside, unless we get a crazy cold year, and they prefer it out, as long as it doesn't get too cold or too wet. But what are the chances, 2020? Are you saving up a week at -10 with evil wind chill? I got that one year and lost so. many. plants. But for now, these will stay outside.

 

In the relative shelter of the greenhouse, now I've wrestled the invading passion vine out of it, and removed the end of this year's tomatoes (a bad year for tomatoes, as for so many other things), the tenders are all joining my chilli plants, which have done really well this year. They're hot too! I'll string them and bring them in to dry this week some time. The Petunias are still flowering. I've left them out to die when it gets too cold, but last year a few of them survived that, and went on to flower the following year!

Then the garden will be the domain of the twelve month flowers, like Salvia hot lips and winter sparks like pansies, hellebore and winter jasmine.



2 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry to hear you've been unwell and hope you're on the road to recovery. As a random stranger who genuinely enjoys your garden writing, you've been missed. Glad you've made it back outside to enjoy the beauty of autumn.

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