Just to refresh your memory, here is an example of them one month ago .
I’ve been very diligent and cut them back. Well, I have climbed my way around the steep slope of the barn garden and those I have managed to reach have been cut back. They are an unattractive shrub when the flowers are over. A bit sticky to the touch and not the lush growth of the more popular lavandula intermedias. In fact mine always seem to be half dying. And every year I wince at the sight of them.
But come spring they flower like mad and live another year.
The bulk of my lavenders are the lavandula x intermedia ‘grosso’. And as the name implies, they are big beasts.
These are the ones on my lovely lavender bank in front of the house. I’d nip out and take a shot of them, but really they only photograph well at dawn or dusk. That is the beauty of them here in a country setting. They don’t scream out. Some of the bluer ones are lavandula x intermedia nizza which I bought from the Filippi nursery. Once again, I’m cheating. Here’s one I made earlier. A few days and early starts earlier.
And ages and ages later I’m back. Good thing I Do Not Need Any More Plants. I could murder some more of those fabulous plants. If you need to check where I’ve been, have a look http://www.jardin-sec.com.
I do have one of the white lavenders – Lavandula x intermedia ‘Alba’, but it never sparkles in the glaring sunlight of the south east of France in June and July. I do have a shot of it in my review of the barn garden. It works brilliantly with my favourite shrub – the balotta (Ballota pseudodictamnus if you must).
It is best seen also at dawn or dusk. I think I took this shot around 9pm.
But I also have a few that never fail to life the spirits as you swan past. These are the absurdly blue Lavender Hidcotes (lavandula x intermedia hidcote).
I must take some cuttings. Am I too late? Yes, I should have done them in spring. I actually brought these plants from a plant stall in a market in the north of England .
It was when I was visiting my ailing mother in law in hospital at Hexham in Northumberland.
So they always remind me of her. And of the glorious north of England, where I bet they glow in the dark.
Even here in the searing heat they are electric blue.
Now all I need to do is remember to get up earlier tomorrow and do a dawn(ish) harvest.