|How we spent our week.|
What a week of heat & sun. As I slowly melted, muttering about it being hotter'n the American south, some kind family member translated the temperature into Fahrenheit.
67 degrees. I'd have a light sweater on at home.
In addition to being roasted like a weiner, CFS came over for a visit, reduced my gardening fun to turning trays on the window sill.
I had a coupla surprises from that bunch.
1. The Goldilocks Method.
Neither my leeks nor onions moved past germination. Haven't a clue what I did wrong. I'd used all my leeks seeds, but did another tray of onions which admirably poked their thread-like stems through the soil.
I left the first trays in situ, ever hopeful since the seeds had germinated. So this popped up in the original onion tray (that little green fleck in the middle of the photo).
|Too small in the onion patch.|
It doesn't look like the 2nd batch of onions, so perhaps I mixed the onion tray w/the leeks. Whatever it is, it'll get itself potted up.
My beans are on the other end of the spectrum. In their short fortnight of life, they've outgrown 2 homes & are determined to outgrow their 3rd. The warm weather makes it so tempting to plant them out, but I'm holding off until the 1st of May.
|Too big in the bean forest.|
Fortunately, the rest of the window sill trays - maters, peppers, peas & flowers - were all just right.
2. Why, o why, dear Woodwardia?
Okay, so I might be hot & I might be sick, but I'm not staying inside. Just ain't happening. Right outside the back door, pride of place, my new Woodwardia fern. Looking less than happy.
My web searches only tell me the woodwardia is disease resistant, not why it's going brown. I don't know if it's transplant shock or if I should actually lift it.
If anyone has any ideas, please give me a nudge (boot) in the right direction.
3. Brenda's legacy.
Other than my favourite fern, the garden got on with things this week, telling me I'm non-essential personnel. But then, the garden's been on its own for a lot of years, so it knows what it's doing.
According to the OAP Fairy Person next door, the house once belonged to a woman named Brenda who died over 10 years ago. Brenda added a conservatory (now our kitchen) & terraced the back garden.
She loved grape hyacinth. They are everywhere still. Here's some mixed in with what's turning into a giant peony. The blue & reddish purple look so good together.
|Peony, grape hyacinth & bucket.|
The bucket has 2 buddies with it to keep certain dogs from wandering through the peonies. For some reason, both the dogs love chewing on grape hyacinth. That can't be healthy for anyone involved.
4. Daff cherry.
So you know that my favourite tree of all times is my Crooked Cherry whom I saved from the clutches of a ruthless bush 2 gardens ago.
Last autumn, I got some free daff bulbs & knowing we were moving, tossed them into the tree pots. A few weeks ago, some revealed themselves to be quite fancy, including the ones in the Crooked Cherry's pot.
|Can we please move on?|
This week, Crooked Cherry started to bloom. The combo of burgundy leaves, pink flowers & those not-orange-not-coral daffs . . . I was smitten.
So I took 37,000 photos, none of which captured what I saw in real life.
Later that avoe, my phone dinged. Attached to a message from my son El Punko, were 3 photos of the Daff Cherry.
So you have him to thank for this photo.
|Daff Cherry by El Punko|
He'll be pressed into willing service for future Sixes.
Yes, willing. I swear.
5. Unrequited love.
Last week, you saw my pear tree in bud. This week, it's spiralled into bloom.
|Pear & fig.|
But its pollination partner - the Asian pear in the foreground - still has no buds. I'm wondering if it's because the Louise Bonn is too cozy with the fig tree.
6. What is it?
So, I've been watching this group of 3 small trees in the corner of our patio area, wondering what horrors to expect from them. When they came into bud at the same time as my neighbour's tree on the other side of the fence, I was less skeptical.
|The largest of the 3 unknown trees.|
Especially since the neighbour's tree had last summer's dried fruit on it - type unknown. In an English garden, my first port of fruit tree call would be apple. The thing that confused me was that I didn't think apple trees self seeded all that well, & whatever this tree was, it'd done it at least 3 times.
Perhaps Brenda liked her neighbour's tree & got one for herself. Except that the 2 smaller trees look too young to be from Brenda's time.
|Last year's fruit.|
For a brief moment, I thought, maybe it's a pear! But the leaves aren't the same.
Here's a closer photo of the leaves & blossoms. The leaves have a slight serration around the edges & although the veins are visible, they aren't pronounced. Does anyone recognise this tree?
|Mystery tree in bloom.|
Whatever it is, I do like it, even though it doesn't seem to have much of a smell. If it self-seeds so easily, one of its chillen may travel with us when we go.
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In his comment section, there'll be links to lots of other Sixers.
See you next week!