The last three weeks have passed in a blur of work (an article; a lovely shoot; a couple of projects bubbling away in the background and a significant deadline) and domestic stuff (school to-ing and fro-ing, DIY hell and the usual never ending round of laundry). All in all there has been little time for anything else, even food shopping has fallen by the wayside. And outside, apart from the arrival of the fence, which had nothing to do with me, the garden has been largely ignored. Fortunately the garden has been a busy in my absence, generally fattening itself up and filling out just in time for half term.
This year the Euphorbias have really held the space together. They’ve provided colour and form since early March, a point in the year when the garden can feel really bleak, and are still going strong. I cut them back, head by head, as they collapse.
Euphorbias are something of an acquired taste I suspect, but I really wouldn’t want a garden without them: the lime green of their strange, prehistoric-looking flower heads is such a wonderful foil for so many other flowers, and I’m particularly pleased with the way they work alongside the alliums.
And when the flowers are over, the foliage continues to keep the garden looking lush and full. In the picture above, you can also see the wonderful leaves of the maclaeya which will take over responsibility for providing height and drama in a month or so. Though with the strange stop/start nature of the spring which should really nearly be summer, it’s anyone’s guess what will happen.
But at least the roses are on their way, which means that at last there will be a little more colour in the garden. This is the ever-reliable and deliciously-scented Gertrude Jekyll. Fat buds on all the other roses suggest a much better show than last year.