One day, in the middle of this last week, the garden reached the page in the script that screamed “PARTY”, and suddenly the Gaiety girls stated to move out from the wings and onto Centre Stage.
It all started quietly with a tall, willowy white Iris, unknown variety, a gift from a friend, with the description “it might be a white one.” An accurate, if brief description and indeed it is white, with the faintest hint of bluey,lilacy grey in the falls, with soft brown veining. Attractive enough for starters and a good foil for what followed.
The second act, set in the Rose garden, featured the two floosiest clematis I grow, Crystal Fountain and Josephine. Both are flamboyantly feminine with their lavender or pink colouring, shapely petals, double form and central bosses of contrasting stamens.
This is their second season and both plants have come through the winter well. Crystal is a much more substantial plant this year and in garden terms, the plant that travelled furthest to grow here. I ordered this one from the Raymond Evison nursery on the Channel Islands It is a mouth watering website with a wonderful selection of clematis that Raymond Evison has been developing over many years. I worried about it last year when a cold period late on seemed to bring it to a grinding halt for weeks, but it’s as happy as a pig in muck now with numerous buds.
With the arrival of these two, the stage was set for the CanCan dancers, sporting the most glorious frilly French lace colours. These are the irises Celebration Song, brought from my last garden and finally flowering again, and a pale blue that I cant remember the origin of.
I love Celebration Song -it is an impossibly feminine flower and all the more special for being so gloriously brief- one of those specimens to love completely while it lasts and then set aside for another year.
These starlets are backed up by a cast of other lovelies. A forest of aquilegias grows amongst the irises and azaleas and that combination is pretty much peaking now. A shame really, because we need the garden to be looking good in two weeks time when we open as part of the village Open Gardens, raising funds for various good causes. But as is often the way in gardening, I imagine we will be saying-“You should have seen it two weeks ago. It was magic then.”
So for all of my readers, here’s a little preview of what the garden visitors will miss. May is really the loveliest month. Have a good weekend everyone.