I've deadhead in the front garden, and done the roses ... now it really has clouded over and looks a bit more malevolent ....... I ought to pick the beans and sweet peas, but I want to post a photo for IDing ...In the front garden I found a plant I did't know was there and I can't remember ever seeing it before ... someone please tell me what it is ......... Did I plant it? Or did Wonky plant it when I was laid up? Or has a bird 'sown' it .......... it's a mystery .........
I'll start an ID thread for it when I've uploaded the photo ...
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Duh! MU's IDeed it ... It's a Monarda 'Bergamo' ... remember when I broke my foot and I sent OH out to plant everything somewhere ... wherever he could find a space ... I think I suggested that they needed sunny spots, but his idea of sunny and mine are a little different ... and he didn't know how much everything else in that bed was going to grow .......... as soon as MU said Monarda I remembered
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Glad that's sorted out. Can't let OH plant anything as he has black thumbs but he's OK on hedge pruning and looking after soft fruits once happily planted. I have circumvented his indiscriminate weeding habits by putting him in charge of weeding the potager on the grounds that even he can see straight or staggered rows and hoe just the strangers.
The only lines of poetry I remember are from parodies we read in 1st year at grammar school -" I must go back to a vest again, a warm vest with sleeves". The other was one on Hiawatha's mittens. For Hamlet at A level, it's "Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew etc" - every time I decide to go on a diet.
I am busy making lime pickle for OH and then I'm going to sort out one of the offending raised beds to see if he gets the idea. Possum will help by holding the plank I need to cut in two - stop it wriggling.
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Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
The poem that will be emblazoned on my mind for ever is the wonderfully named Browning classic....How they Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix.
Our English teacher had a wonderful voice and he held us enthralled when he read it .....great stuff
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; ‘Good speed!'’ cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; ‘Speed!’ echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast ...........................
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"At the round earth's imagin'd corners," Well John Donne understood exactly what I meant.
I can't remember my passwords but bits of "A level" metaphysical poetry still float around in my head.
'You must have some bread with it me duck!'
NannyB
I've deadhead in the front garden, and done the roses ... now it really has clouded over and looks a bit more malevolent ....... I ought to pick the beans and sweet peas, but I want to post a photo for IDing ...In the front garden I found a plant I did't know was there and I can't remember ever seeing it before ... someone please tell me what it is ......... Did I plant it? Or did Wonky plant it when I was laid up? Or has a bird 'sown' it .......... it's a mystery .........
I'll start an ID thread for it when I've uploaded the photo ...
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Oh dear ... I can really identify with that
Right ... I've posted the photos of my mystery plant http://www.gardenersworld.com/forum/plants/please-id-my-mystery-plant/1003561.html#latest
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Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
The flower head looks quite like an Astrantia to me but I am not that familiar with them.
'You must have some bread with it me duck!'
No, I don't think so - astrantias are a less dense flower. Or at least the ones I know (which I'd have to admit is far from all of them
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Nut? Anyone seen Nut? We need Nut
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Duh!
MU's IDeed it ... It's a Monarda 'Bergamo' ... remember when I broke my foot and I sent OH out to plant everything somewhere ... wherever he could find a space ... I think I suggested that they needed sunny spots, but his idea of sunny and mine are a little different ... and he didn't know how much everything else in that bed was going to grow .......... as soon as MU said Monarda I remembered 
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Glad that's sorted out. Can't let OH plant anything as he has black thumbs but he's OK on hedge pruning and looking after soft fruits once happily planted. I have circumvented his indiscriminate weeding habits by putting him in charge of weeding the potager on the grounds that even he can see straight or staggered rows and hoe just the strangers.
The only lines of poetry I remember are from parodies we read in 1st year at grammar school -" I must go back to a vest again, a warm vest with sleeves". The other was one on Hiawatha's mittens. For Hamlet at A level, it's "Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew etc" - every time I decide to go on a diet.
I am busy making lime pickle for OH and then I'm going to sort out one of the offending raised beds to see if he gets the idea. Possum will help by holding the plank I need to cut in two - stop it wriggling.
Last edited: 03 August 2017 12:12:00
The poem that will be emblazoned on my mind for ever is the wonderfully named Browning classic.... How they Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix.
Our English teacher had a wonderful voice and he held us enthralled when he read it .....great stuff
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
‘Good speed!'’ cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
‘Speed!’ echoed the wall to us galloping through;
Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,
And into the midnight we galloped abreast ...........................
What's your favourite?
Correction required, Scottish exam results out next Tuesday, not today?
A A Milne
LP, I had to pay my daughter to open her Highers results £10 which was quite a bit at the time. Worth it though
PS, are you enjoying the same sunshine as I am?
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