Gail at Clay and Limestone’s Wildflower Wednesday is usually my chance to walk around the garden – collecting what is blooming to attention. But they must be indigenous, native to South Africa. As I did last November. Today our wild iris Dietes will monopolise this WFW. It began life as part of my free seed allocation for members of the Botanical Society based at Kirstenbosch. Now it is SANBI South African National Biodiversity Institute which hosts the PlantZAfrica site I like to use. Biodiversity e.g. barn swallow migration and climate change.
Dietes grandiflora has that American habit known as walking onions.
Tea in Paradise with Summer Gold to my
right, and to my left (I'm sinister) Autumn Fire. When we built the house I
wanted a walled rose garden, face brick to match the house. The most visible of
the four beds (when you look out the window, step off the verandah, or walk
down the path into Paradise and Roses), I'm grateful that it is the one among
the four that works best!
Turn away from Winter Chill, and gaze at
Summer Gold, where the sun shines down and we battle with overexposed photos.
The first hot summer breeze turns my mind to lowering the blinds.
Looking out the other livingroom window
I want the foliage to support the colour theme
and provide texture and interest. Even flowers, regardless of whether the roses
are game, or out for the count. I choose first, indigenous, adapted to hot
summer, wet winter, clay soil.
November is rose month. Prompted by Ludwig's Roses Newsletter, I fed them. Puttering around the Paradise and Roses
garden dead-heading, I harvest for vases. Imaginary tabletop in mind, I prune
the stalks down to the new low. Cut out the extra fork, so the remaining bud
I chose to add a lot of indigenous plants.
Winter Chill with pale and white roses, has suffered from my enthusiasm. Only
two roses have survived competition with vigorous neighbours, who
claim their food and drink. I do I do cut back the Dusty Miller hedge. Quite
hard so it looks scraggly. Just weeks later we are back to the battle of – but,
I’d like you to be knee high!