Howling winds and rain splashed windows greeted me this morning as I dragged back the bedroom curtains. More rain! And according to the weather forecaster droning monotonously on the radio, another storm brewing for the weekend. Another storm, another name; ‘Ciara’ (the last storm just a few days ago) sounded a little too exotic; especially for a dull, dank February. Perhaps we should have plumped for ‘Pat’. ‘Pat’ seems more in keeping with a wet, winter weekend.
By midday, however, clear blue skies had lit up both me and the garden. Time for a spot of gardening.
On the agenda this afternoon:
Pruning back Cotinus coggygria
Sort the greenhouse
Pot on pinks propagated last summer
My Cotinus plays host to the stunning climbing rose ‘Zepherine Drouhin’. The sugary pink of her heavily scented blooms contrasting perfectly with the dull, wine red foliage of the Cotinus coggygria. Cotinus and rose are due a cut-back having both got a little excitable last summer.
Cotinus can tolerate hard pruning, which will result in exuberant, lush growth in the growing season; foliage will also be noticeably larger when hard pruned.
The greenhouse, which is heated to keep temperatures in the black is packed to capacity during winter. Twenty or so overwintering dahlias, zantedeschia, Abyssinian bananas, Lobelia tupa and much more.
In February, however, things start stirring or need to be jump-started into stirring. Space is desperately needed to accommodate two medium-sized heated propagators which will be crammed full of germinating seeds in a few weeks time.
Hands black, the greenhouse is cleared of its contents and cleaned from finial to doorstep. A couple of casualties are consigned to the compost bin and the remaining pots re-ordered. Much needed space created￼, the propagators are placed expectantly on the shelves.
Let the sowing of seeds commence!
Pinks potted on:
I was bought a stunning cerise pink Dianthus a couple of years ago. It flowers it’s little pop socks off. I wanted more so I took half a dozen or so pipings (Dianthus cuttings). I’m tickled pink because all of them have already filled out quite nicely. Roll on summer.