My favourite colour combination in the garden by far is purple and orange. I’ve loved this dramatic mix of zing and subtlety for years; Verbena bonariensis with Tithonia, marigolds with geraniums, alliums with poppies. My eyes are drawn to it, it captures my attention and it lifts my spirits. It’s that simple; purple and orange makes me happy. In my vase today there are:
:: Californian poppies (Eschscholzia californica) which I’ve grown from seed for the first time this year. I’ve planted a few rows and dotted it here and there and I hope it’ll make itself at home.
:: Calendula officinalis ‘Indian Prince’ – a stately marigold, tall and handsome. I love the dark colour on the reverse of the petals.
:: A sprig of Cerinthe major ‘Purpurascens’, the first stem I’ve cut from the several plants also grown from seed this spring. They’re growing away happily in the back wall border and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that they will settle in and self-seed. I love the unusual form and beautiful colours – the purple fading to blue-green.
:: Several stems of the hardy cranesbill, Geranium ‘Johnson’s Blue’ which is prolific here and forms large, healthy clumps.
:: Three stems of a self-seeded toadflax (Linaria) which is another plant that appears every year here, in colours varying from deep purple through to pale pink, and occasionally cream or white.
:: Nigella damascena, another favourite self-seeder. We have lots. It pops up in cracks in the paving, all over the veg plot, anywhere we haven’t weeded it out. It makes a beautiful cut flower all on its own, as well as with other flowers, and its feathery foliage is lovely.
Joining in as usual with Cathy at Rambling in the Garden and other bloggers creating beautiful vases of flowers from their gardens or with foraged blooms.
In other news, we’re all a little tired here today. Middle child completed his Bronze Duke of Edinburgh expedition this weekend. He came downstairs this morning v-e-r-y slowly. My eldest is struggling to keep up the momentum with revision – he has three exams this week and two next week, then it’ll all be over. He’s finding this drawn-out process rather wearisome; we’re trying to motivate him to Keep Going! David drove all the way to Nottingham yesterday to compete in the British Rowing Masters Championships Regatta. It was worth getting up at the crack of dawn – he won his class and came home wearing a gold medal and a big smile. And I went to London with my daughter to see friends – a lovely but tiring whirlwind of catching-up with people. We were ships that pass on the motorway: as David was driving up north, I was driving back south to ensure the revising child barely noticed the lack of a parental presence! 🙂
Have a lovely week.