Gardening is People

Some decades ago, my folks were planning their garden; a friend of the family who happened to be an old gardener recommended two things: a mahonia bush and a snake-bark maple. The latter is gone but the mahonia remains, decades on.

Everywhere I consider home has had at least one mahonia – it’s a measure of garden completeness. Today I planted one in the back mud-patch and thought of Tom of old.

Neighbours from Argyll days once recommended an Osmanthus. Today I planted one and thought of them.

The willow tree came directly from friends in Argyll as well and was planted a few months ago. (I’m not convinced it’s thriving, however!)

It wouldn’t be the first place I’ve lived to have had hebes in the borders either.

So. That’s the heart of a gardener, is other people remembered.

An Afternoon’s Changes

We spent the afternoon pottering around the garden.

First, the fencepost on which the external road-visibility mirror is mounted got repainted a nice shade of green:

external outdoor road visibility convex mirror

We planted several tomatoes and made a start on some potatoes:

and some bedding plants – lobelia to flop over the sides of planters:

and some more petunias:

and there’s still a load of veg and herbs to be going on with:


Such domestication. The garden is gradually beginning to look more ready for whatever the summer growth-spurt brings!