Now that we’ve finally had a couple of frosts at the Priory,
I feel that I have permission to start tidying away.
So I’ve been carting stuff off to the compost bins or bonfire site.
In the topical border, the freezing temperatures have collapsed the tender plants
into a soggy, exhausted (and, if you ask me, melodramatic) heap.
And this toad lily (Tricyrtis hirta) only had time to flower because I moved its pot indoors.
Many of the plants, including fuchsias (F. ‘Gartenmeister Bonstedt’) and the colocasia won’t survive hard frosts and I have transplanted them to the heated greenhouses. I’ve left most of the dahlias in the ground but a few – which I wanted to re-site – I have lifted for drying and storing.
other plants left in the bed (marked with canes) warm and toasty. (The ‘straw cages’ protect the stems of Musa basjoo).
Speaking of planting – not all the gardening at the moment is about cutting back and digging up. My bulb order has arrived and I have been caressing my box of promise – though I ought to stop that and crack on with planting them.
It sat squeezed between two large oaks, you see and would always have been stunted by them. I removed it with the chainsaw.
Speaking of chainsaws – the tree surgeons have been again. You might remember that the main island on the west pond had become congested and that seven alders were crowding out the one weeping willow.
I’ll leave you with another shot of the tulip tree. It isn’t a display that lasts very long (soon I’ll be raking up each of those leaves), so let’s make the most of it.