The day started very wet and I was confined to barracks. This was ideal as there were (and still are) many greenhouse/potting shed jobs to be done. The sun has been shining a lot recently, this is obviously not a complaint, but as we are eager to make hay during these dry periods the greenhouse has been a little neglected. Obviously the essentials have been done such as watering and feeding, but this is followed with only a cursory scan for obvious disasters. Niggling problems had been pushed into corners and it was becoming apparent that these demons had to be faced if calm was to be maintained. So pots of dry vegetation were proclaimed well and truly dead, plants potted on and pricked out and a semblance of order reclaimed out of the chaos. I admit there was also an element of avoidance in doing these jobs, in the same way as when you have an essay to write it suddenly becomes imperative that the cooker be cleaned immediately.
Late morning the sun came out and the pottering continued outside with weeding, dead heading and cutting back in a very laid back manner. You just know this can’t last, only two and half days to go until the man appears with his Pentax.
These Zantedeschia aethopica, commonly known as the Calla or Arum Lily, live in the corner of the tennis court lawn where it is both shady and damp. It is native to southern Africa and is known as Varkoor or Pigs Ear in Afrikaans. They share a bed with some candelabra primulas, periwinkle and, recently moved in, some red stemmed salix.