Friday, 31 July 2020

Yellow

Like many gardeners, I find myself tending to concentrate on colour when thinking of plants.  I’m trying to focus more on form, and especially quality of foliage, which has the greater year-long impact in a garden, but I can’t ignore colour entirely, especially regarding strongly-coloured plants.  I don’t avoid any particular colour – I’m becoming more tolerant of vivid, and even clashing, ones – but I am still wary of putting yellow and pink together.  However there’s yellow, and there’s yellow – and when the garden was going through a short yellow phase a few weeks ago, I found myself musing as to why I found some yellows more difficult to live with than others.

Cosmos 'Xanthos'

Soft, pale yellows are no problem.  Cosmos ‘Xanthos’, which has become a favourite annual for my pots, sits quite happily with all sorts of other colours.  This year I have it in a few pots alongside dahlias, even the purplish ‘Ambition’ (though the white and purple osteospermum isn’t an altogether ideal companion; and I’m wondering if it was a step too far to include the orange-red tithonia in the mix.  I’ll find out when the tithonia flowers, which it will do shortly.  But that’s likely to be a clash between the dahlia and the tithonia, not with the yellow cosmos). ‘Xanthos’ is a gentle yellow that goes well with most combinations.

Phlomis with Knautia 'Red Cherries'

Earlier in the summer, the phlomis made a good show.  It’s also quite a pale yellow, though stronger than the cosmos; and although there are some red/pink colours nearby there’s no clash, possibly because the phlomis also has so much green about it that it tones down what is already a soft yellow.  There’s at least one seedling from the phlomis near the parent plant, and I think I’ll use it to establish another clump, as it's a good do-er of a plant and makes a fine statement in a border.

Antirrhinum 'Sonnet Mixed' -

 - and from another angle, with dark red penstemon behind

Some of my mixed antirrhinums are yellow, of a rather strong lemon hue.  I’m not sure where some of them came from; they may have self-seeded from last year’s ‘Bizarre Hybrids’ plants.  Others are part of this year’s ‘Sonnet Mixed’ seedlings, which I didn’t have very high hopes for but which are actually a welcome splash of colour in a pot on the patio.  If I’m being picky, I would say that their colour mix is a little too blandly cheerful; they might have benefitted from a stronger contrasting colour in there, and another year I might put them in a pot with the dark red penstemon (here in the pot behind) to tone things down a little.  I don’t have a problem with these yellows, even in combination with the pink antirrhinum in the same pot.  It’s the really bright golden yellows that can be a bit dominating.

Achillea 'Gold Plate' (with Erysimum 'Bowles' Mauve')

Even then, it’s not all of the golden yellows that I find difficult to live with.  I’m quite happy about the brightly-coloured Big Yellow Thing (aka bupthalmum), even though it flowers at the same time as the sugar-pink rose (R. alba ‘Koenigin von Daenemark’) behind; I’m not sure why that doesn’t offend my colour sense but the clash doesn’t last long and perhaps it’s because the eye tends to be distracted by the BYT’s huge green leaves.  BYT is also popular with butterflies and bees, which is a plus point.  Likewise, I like the Achillea ‘Gold Plate’ which dominates the bed outside the dining room window, although I must remember next year to give it the Chelsea Chop in May to reduce its height (and to stake it more firmly to stop it sprawling out over the lawn and exposing the bare base of the plant).  It also has good foliage, and it’s a long-lasting cut flower (it even dries for winter use).  To complement it, I’ve planted a pale yellow-flowered anthemis (I expect it is ‘E.C.Buxton’ though I got it unlabelled from a village plant sale) nearby, as the foliage is not dissimilar to the achillea’s.

Brachyglottis

No, the yellow plant that I still struggle with is the one that used to be called senecio and is now brachyglottis.  I grew it primarily as a foliage shrub, for its fine grey leaves; it’s the only plant I’ve ever grown from a stolen cutting, taken because I thought the foliage was particularly fine (it was part of a commercial landscaping, so I didn’t feel too bad about it).  The silver flower-buds look lovely, but the bright yellow flowers don’t go well, to my mind, with the grey foliage, and to make matters worse they die badly; cutting off the browned old flowerheads (which don’t go well with the foliage either) is a tedious job, especially as it’s now a big shrub.  It is on my list of ‘must do something about this’ plants – but there are so many of those, it’s a question of when I can get round to it!  I think complete removal might be on the cards.

One reason for keeping it, at least for the time being, is that it helps hold back the tide of comfrey which is sweeping across that part of the garden.  There’s not much that deters the comfrey, but old brachyglottis does seem to be doing the job – or perhaps it’s the thick ivy that has grown up inside the shrub.  I’ve noticed that even couch grass is reluctant to colonise areas where ivy grows; there must be something about root competition that keeps other plants at bay.

Euphorbia characias

Another ‘must do something’ plant at the moment is Euphorbia characias (which also has yellow, or yellow-green, flowers); there’s a large self-set clump at the side of the house which has finished flowering and the old flower heads need to be cut off before they set even more seed.  It’s a handsome plant, but there is only so much that I need in the garden.  Again, it’s a plant grown for its form rather than its colour.  I think the message from all this is that, ultimately, it’s the form and foliage that matters, rather than the colour.


Thursday, 23 July 2020

Flight

After a fairly cool few weeks - the central heating went back on - a warm sunny day last week was the trigger for several ants' nests to fly.  It wasn't just here; apparently there were so many flying ants that day that they showed up on the weather radar.  Two separate nests on the patio swarmed that afternoon, as did some of the ants in the greenhouse; the blackbirds and sparrows were delighted, gathering them to feed to their youngsters.  They even ventured into the greenhouse to feed, though not all of them found their way out easily; the female blackbird and one of the sparrows got trapped between the glass and the dense tomato plant foliage, and some panic ensued before I could shoo them out of the door.  More ants have swarmed in there in the days since then, and the male blackbird in particular has become quite accustomed to popping in for a look.  Apart from that, there have been very few intrusions into the greenhouse this year; the only other known visitor was in the spring, when a goldfinch must have got in through an open roof vent (the door was closed) and couldn't find a way out until I opened up.  I haven't even seen a toad or frog in there this year either, though they could be hiding among the compost bags that the tomatoes are planted in.  We did have a tiny frog in the grass outside the greenhouse one day, and a very much larger toad lurking in the firewood behind the garage.
Tangled tomato plants

The tomatoes this year form quite a thick screen across that end of the greenhouse.  There are seven plants, of three varieties: 'Gardener's Delight' of course is an old favourite, though it has lost its AGM and I'm not sure it's as good as it once was, and 'Harzfeuer' I've grown successfully for a few years now, and quite like.  The third, 'Cocozelle', is also an AGM cherry tomato, and the fruits are lovely and sweet, but it makes huge growth, reaching the roof and sprawling over everything else!  The result is a total tangle, but they're fruiting well this year, and I'm not complaining, even if the visiting birds find them impenetrable.

The male blackbird, who is quite trusting of us, is still feeding at least one youngster, but he stopped singing about three weeks ago, as did the robins.  A song thrush still strikes up from time to time, but otherwise that phase of the year is past.  Visitors to the bird feeders and patio are almost entirely the regulars - sparrows, dunnocks, blackbirds, starlings - especially in the past few days, when some youngsters have dropped by - robins, though less frequently, and blue tits.  The occasional woodpecker, including youngsters, comes to the peanuts and sometimes to the fatballs.  And woodpigeons, of course; Lefty is gathering sticks again, so another nest must be in progress.  The male pheasant was around for a week or so, resting up quietly in the long grass behind the fruit bushes; he and I startled each other several times when I didn't see him and accidentally got too close.  He may have started moulting, as his tail was looking rather ragged.

Also in flight the other day was the red kite; the field behind us was mown, and he was obviously in search of an easy lunch, swooping quite low.  Another, smaller, raptor was checking out the bottom of the field, either a kestrel or possibly a female sparrowhawk - I couldn't tell at that distance.

Butterfly numbers have started to pick up, gently.  I've only seen a single peacock this year (a couple of days ago); but there are plenty of large and small whites, especially around my brassicas!  Yesterday I disturbed a lovely magpie moth which was hiding among the chives - black and white with an orange body - and what I think might have been a large yellow underwing, found sheltering in some rubbish that was being moved.  I'm not good at identifying moths, but many of them are beautiful, and I ought to get to know them better.