Even though my favourite Pinks (Dianthus superbus) are almost finished blooming, I am not feeling the usual pang of sadness that I often do when I see the last of their blooms. That’s because the Scabiosa caucasica ‘Fama’ is now in flower. This is another of my beloved plants … it survives in our climate beautifully as long as the soil drains well. It is looking particularly lovely nestled amid the pale pink Baby’s Breath.
For the past few days, I have wondered why the blooms on this particular Scabiosa were bent over and almost touching the earth. It suddenly dawned on me that the Sea Holly immediately behind was trying to get too close to its delicate blooms and the Scabiosa was having none of that. So I have staked the Sea Holly back to where it is supposed to be and the Scabiosa is slowly returning upright. Whenever I see the Sea Holly, I’m reminded of Miss Ellen Willmott, my gardening heroine …
It’s said that she used always to carry its seeds in her pockets and whenever she paid a visit to fellow gardeners sowed this great silver thistle up and down their borders before they could stop her.
While I love the lavender blooms of this Scabiosa, I am also beginning to appreciate more the white variety that I seem to have more of this year than I did from years gone by.
I have not been doing as much in the garden as I would like because I seem to be consumed with my garage project. After untold hours of sanding and painting, the garage wall is ready for painting and stenciling.
Before I had a new fence built at the back of the garage, this area was a driveway. Since I never used the driveway, I figured, as any good gardener would, that I could put this area to much better use.
Now I’ve transformed it into a sitting area with vines growing alongside a trellis (another one of mine that is built with bamboo canes). My trellising has stopped now that I’ve run out of rope and bamboo canes and wooden strips.
This is the wall that used to have the delightful white plastic siding adorning it. The first time I found myself staring at the siding, I knew it had to go. Bruce, the handyman and I had a great time ripping it off the wall. He was a bit skeptical considering the wood underneath was not in the greatest of shape.
Undeterred, I bought several containers of filler and spent many enjoyable hours filling and sanding, filling and sanding and filling and sanding. Finally … the wall is now painted. Considering what I started with, I am pleased with the final result. Once I have started stenciling and drawing, the imperfections in an otherwise smooth wall will go undetected.
So let the fun begin! It seems like a perfect thing to be doing as we encounter another stretch of blistering hot temperatures.
Have a good weekend! Bonne fin de semaine, tout le monde !