The weather has been really strange, cold and soggy. The rain started Tuesday afternoon and has been off and on ever since. I've tipped 79mm out of our gauge so far.
I had taken a couple of irises to another keen gardener, Margaret, on Tuesday, and of course came home with cuttings and plants from her extensive garden. Her garden is about 50 years old and has some beautiful things in it.
I wanted to get most of the plants she gave me into the ground, and by the time I had had enough, I looked like a drowned rat. Still, I think I have given it my best shot. They are well and truly watered in now.
A few years ago I had a couple of roses come up under the persimmon tree near the cocky cage. Both were of a rambling sort with clusters of flowers that bloom in spring. One was light pink which I kept for a little while and eventually decided it wasn't worth the space. The other was a deep pink, or it might be described as magenta, and much prettier. It has been left to climb the tree and drape over the cocky cage. When the weather is right, it scents the air with a lovely perfume, although the individual flowers barely have any smell.
Some of the more delicate flowers such as the irises didn't stand up very well to all that rain, others like the foxgloves and linaria haven't been bothered by it. The dull day has made the greens quite vivid.
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