Today I stopped off at the garden centre to buy some dirt and spied a Mina vine happily flowering in a pot. My Mina seedlings are about 10 cm in height and so, in a moment of weakness, I grabbed the Mina. I repotted it and will put it outdoors when we are pretty much assured that the threat of frost is gone.
What I love about Mina vines, besides their ease of growth, is how the flower buds open in a beautiful red shade and, with time, turn a pale yellow. The picture here shows these variations of colour. By mid-summer, when the vine is several metres in height and filled with blooms, the effect is stunning.
In the background of the Mina, you can see one of my kitchen cupboards which I painted and then stenciled with bamboo shoots. The cupboard door handle is a brass watering can … one of those bits of garden memories that I carry indoors.
After watering the seedlings tonight, which I am happy to report are growing rapidly, I can delve back into one of the most fascinating books that I have read in recent memory – Anna Pavord’s The Naming of Names. I am so in awe of this writer’s breadth of knowledge, love of plants and incredible facility with language.