Saturday, 10 Sep 11 Rainy 22°C / 72°F
Everything is growing.
Oh, apart from the veg which I forgot about, to my shame. See last photo for veg patch mess. I might have one 1" parsnip at Christmas though. At least I’ll have loads of sloe gin ready then. Oh yes, it is September and therefore Christmas. ;P
Those nicotianas though. Extraordinary. The smell is faint in the day and overpowering in the evening, and the range of colours is great, though I do prefer the white ones, which is surprising for someone as garish and vulgar in taste as myself. Though since studying horticulture I’ve become less so. I really really really hope these tobacco flowers come to seed so I can save some. These are particularly hardy varieties, although I’m not sure I’ll share the Horniman’s zone 9 microclimate where I transplanted all of these from. I’m getting really good at transplanting now, thanks to the Horniman… although I was never bad. Everything I’ve taken home, even those things transplanted on the hottest days (miss those!) is fine.
Those bananas, also.
And milk thistles, helenium, aquilegia, castor oil plant, acanthus, salvias, artemisia, panicum, verbena, physalis, calla lillies, amaranthus, and many, many seeds and cuttings… as if working in such a wonderful public space wasn’t enough, the kilos of plants I’ve got from there… satisfied smile
And the Horniman decided to chuck out all of its healthy David Austin ‘Tea Clipper’ Roses. I’m taking home as many as I can every day, and giving most to mum as she loves roses. I’m not a fan, but this variety I like for its peachy colour, rich, citrussy scent and sentimental value.
And for educational purposes they used to grow hemp. What’s worse than carrying home garlic chives on a hot bus? Carrying home cannabis on a hot bus.
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Watching it grow.