More mass planting

And I had so many plants left.   I’m trying to clear all the little seedlings from the barn. I had thought that over 100 plants already in the step garden would have put a dent in my stock.

But no. So while Nicolas was strimming the tricky brambles on the steepest slopes, I was planting.   Where to put the next hundred plants?

In my pristine potting shed gravel garden of course.

On the outer curve are all the verbena bonariensis.   In the straight line in front of the shed are the gauras.

With a bit of luck the plants will thrive in this gravel area and get lanky and lofty.

I want to plant some of the hoped for autum tulip varieties as a sort of cutting garden area.   But I may be forced to turn this area into a little nursery bed for all the plants I have left.

I have penstemons, nicotiana and little baby stachys to put somewhere.  

But I have decided that the first thing to do is to try and get some more scent into the shade garden.   All the time I was shovelling gravel I was assailed by the aroma of my dead man’s finger fungus. Bright red and rotting. Bliss.   So I have planted two dozen nicotiana seedlings in among all the other plants, right up against the path.

I can’t tell if there is enough sun in this area; but it’s dappled shade and when the sun comes out, it’s hot. So we shall see.

I planted the penstemons in among the lavenders in the new calabert rocks area. But it might not be their final planting position. I can’t for the life of me remember what colour their flowers will be.   A basic failure of note taking there.   But at least the little plants still had their labels. If I had any energy at all, I would go out, take note of the name and then come in and look it up.

But it’s the end of a very long and physically taxing day. Whisky and a quiet lie down await.