After the prolonged and ongoing gales (ominously referred to as the first storm of the season), it would have been a miracle if there had been no damage in the garden. So when I actively went searching for mayhem I should have been prepared for just that. Wrong! I first noticed a gap on the horizon, just above the rhody bank; something was missing. The Arbutus unedo, my beautiful stripling of a strawberry tree, was lying prone on the ground. On closer inspection it appears that the wind had snapped the stem, almost clean off, close to the base. I confess a tear sprung to my eye and a fist gripped my heart at the pathetic sight of one of teacher’s favorites cut off before its prime.
As I continued my inspection of the garden there were other casualties, the Rhodotypos scandens has fallen, much is splayed, splatter and whipped around. The scary fleece sheets had ripped from their moorings or disappeared completely, no doubt causing consternation in someone else’s garden. In their absence Bambi and friends had taken the opportunity to bite the heads off any remaining upright dahlia. I’ve had better starts to my day.
Never mind, it could have been worse. The garden is closed now so I don’t have to make excuses, rushing around with sticking plasters and bandages. I have taken cuttings from the arbutus, the shoot at the base will regrow and potentially become a less top-heavy, more stable specimen. The rhodotypos will be hoisted back into position and hopefully suffer no ill effects. The dahlias are bound to flourish again next year. All is not lost.