Talking about the garden again…my brain is connecting into peaceful communing with buttercups, daisies and wild orchids. It helps to cope with the chaotic and volatile political diatribes, the tribal nature of so-called debate, and the murder of Jo Cox M.P.
The plants received a generous dollop of water when I got the hose out last night. If I had waited a few more hours Mother Nature would have provided and copiously too. So, everything is now well-watered. All that back-breaking weeding I got stuck into has got a sabotaging helping hand and the weeds, no doubt, will thrust up through the soil again.
I swear the Scottish midge has got larger. They are not usually interested in me. I pride myself on usually being bite free. Instead of seeing a mass of tiny dust-sized dots flitting about, I saw masses of individual wing-flapping insects. This lot liked me and I was eaten off piste two evening in a row. The back of my neck, my ears and my forehead were smitten with minute burning bites. Yeuch! I itch as am reminded of it. I find I am scratching my face again.
I am really pleased to see that a bright yellow lily I planted last year has grown again, so, I bought another Lily to join it. It has tight deceptively reddish coloured buds. They might turn out to be orange! And …..the large flappy spotty leafy thing I bought at an Open Garden last year has reappeared. Yay! Those spots are on the underside of the leaf that takes shape. They eventually show as opaque markings on the upper side of it.
In fact, the plant might be giving me a double act. Since I took this photo a few days ago, a second stem has pushed through the surface. I hope the pot will be big enough. Don’t be fooled by the white I.D. stick. What was written on it in indelible ink has completed faded out. This folks, is why it is ‘a flappy spotty leafy thing‘ till I can put a name to it.