I really should try to come up with something more pithy for the headline today, but I can’t think of one right now.
It has been an odd day. Heavy rain. Well 14mm which is great news and might wash away some of the powdery mildew that I spotted on the pumpkins in the vegetable garden and tricky as I had planned so much weeding.
But instead I did what all good gardeners do in inclement weather: I lurked in my potting shed. And it was marvellous.
Lots of sorting of pots and tidying and even some propagating. I’ve potted on some of the little buplureums that I sowed last month, and pricked out some of the eucalyptus seedlings. The Sturts Desert Peas look exactly like peas (funny about that) but aren’t ready to move up a grade of pot yet.
And in between showers, I dashed out to the calabert garden and took yet more cuttings of the santolina plants. And the perovskias (Russian sage) which have looked so great. I wanted to take some cuttings from the caryopteris as well, but it’s flowering like mad and there are no suitable branches for me to cut. A perfect little plant.