in a pink dream
September 3, 2011
Now, if you are not keen on pink, be warned and go no further. I put it all down to not having being dressed in pink dresses when I was little so having to double dose now! Well. it’s an indulgence and a few visitors may remember that I’ve done all this before.
A beautiful array of flowers on 3 closely planted Rosa x odorata ‘Mutabilis’ – the all in all favourite – never fails to delight.
Finding its way through a vine gently and decorously.
And softer and peachier is the runner bean ‘Celebration’ . . .
. . with the more common ‘Painted Lady’ in the background.
A single plant of red orach is allowed to remain – too many seedlings get in the way of much needed crops – with the languid habit of the stems – having the vapers!
Stiff and thrusty bog standard Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’ above and more rangey in habit is Sedum Red Cauli’ below. The flower colour this sedum softens with age. Clever folks plant this with Sedum ‘Bertram Anderson’ to romp around the base and cover the ground – well, Piet Oudolf does!
And a spread of salmon echeveria and a small cascade of terracotta pots arranged in the art of non arrangement that so many strive to achieve on B’s table on the next plot.
I went to heaven, –
‘Twas a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew.
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
I could be
‘Mong such unique
Society. Emily Dickinson I Went to Heaven