Flowers for the house
My favourite phrase. Flowers for the house. I came back after ten days away; and this is always my first task.
Being autumn, I don’t have an embarrassment of riches; but I have sedums.
Such wonderful dusky colours this year. Â I’ve done a huge vase in the hallway with sedums, grasses and the mighty standby, chestnut branches.
I’m actually pulling the sedums out of the ground rather than cutting the long stalks as I want to increase my supply of plants. And apparently getting them into water with some roots attached means I might be able to propagate them faster than just dividing in spring.
We shall see. I had enough left over for a big vase in the living room with cosmos as well.
And a vase of olive branches which is my cheats way of pruning the tree. I just lop off bits.
We had 10mm of water at some stage in the past ten days. I suspect it was last night as Andrew had his rainfall then, and we aren’t that far apart. But the garden needs a good soak.
I won’t need to water the courgettes. They are monsters. Marrows in fact; so they will be on the menu for the next week at least. That and cucumbers. Heaps of those.
Sarah
23rd September 2012 @ 2:58 am
Now, don’t laugh at me, but wasn’t Courgette the name of the prostitute with TB in Les Miserables? Every time I hear you say that word I think of that character…
Lindy
23rd September 2012 @ 7:26 am
Close. Her name was Cosette. In Australia, we call them zucchini. Which I think you do too. Goodness knows why the French beat the Italians in the naming of the veg stakes in Britain.