yesterday and even though the weather was dull and rotten I thought there is a great deal of beauty in a May garden. The flowers tend to be more subtle than many of the mid-summer, big-gun bloomers, but that is all to the good.
Take Astrantias, you can easily pass them by but if you stop to look they are really quite extraordinary and pretty. The same is true of the delicate Aquilegia – I have Nora Barlow and Black Barlow in the garden. I often ignore the Black Barlow but it’s so black (not surprising given it’s name I know!) that it’s quite remarkable in the plant world.
It doesn’t matter to anyone but me, but I have to apologise to Ralf. In the last post I wrote about his terrible greed. Soon after that he became very ill and after a trip to the vet we found out he had a brain tumour. One of the possible symptoms is an obsessive desire for food. Ralf had such a rapid decline after that. He was blind already but we had been told it was SARDS not a tumour. He died soon after we found out and in retrospect I feel rather sad and shabby about the last post and I just wanted to say I’m sorry.