Monthly Archives: September 2012
All change again!
Last year it was the bog garden that had an overhaul and is still in the process of developing. This time it is the border at the side by the field that is in desperate need of a make-over. The … Continue reading
Still flowering.
Some plants in the garden have been flowering their socks off all summer. The roses and erigeron started in June and the fuchsias in July. The roses have had a short break now and then but the other two have … Continue reading
Foliage for September GBFD
No sooner does summer arrive at last, than the leaves start turning colour on some of the plants as if to say, enjoy it while you can, autumn isn’t far behind. Some of the foliage is still beautifully green, like … Continue reading
I’m not ready for Autumn!
Early mornings now have a chill about them which wasn’t there a few days ago, quite often we start off with mist or fog which the sun burns away a couple of hours later. Sometimes when looking towards Exeter we … Continue reading
Calling at Cadhay.
Garden visits are a bit like buses, you wait quite some time for one, then two come along at once! When we visited Killerton a couple of weeks ago to get inspiration for a late border, I never realised that … Continue reading
Super Summer in September
With summer only really arriving in September this year, flowers seem to have gone into overdrive, almost as if they want to make up for lost time. If we start with the Clematis Alba Luxuriens on the pergola, this is … Continue reading
Bee and Butterfly Fest.
What a difference a few days of non-stop sunshine makes, summer has arrived at last and the bees and butterflies are making up for lost time. Certain areas of the garden are buzzing and flitting, movement everywhere, its fantastic.
Inspiration at Killerton.
Inspiration is needed to add late interest to the border that we have at the side by the farmers field. Shrubs have grown rather large and are making the perennials lean forward at an alarming degree. Lots of cutting back … Continue reading