Today I moved a Helianthella quinquenervis, which had grown too big for its position, to a new home. It was squashing our very special Magnolia “Daphne” and that was not acceptable. In order to do this I also had to move approximately 47 self seeded foxgloves and a Hemerocallis “Pink Damask” from the proposed relocation site. In order to replant the daylily I had to dig up a pathetic specimen of dierama which I potted up and transferred to ICU. Ripples, they get you every time. Whilst clearing the area for the helianthella I came across the stump of Paraserianthes lophantha which had perished during our last harsh winter. I had brought this plant in the Isles of Scilly the year before I started at Cliffe, discovered on a rack of assorted treasures outside a post office and general gift shop on one of the smaller islands. It grew fast and strong, flowering during the winter months, it was a favorite of mine. In the horticultural world our victims can be shredded, burnt or composted leaving little evidence of our murderous ways. But I still remember the tiny seedling that ten years ago I carefully packed into my case, like the treasure it was, and how it thrived in this corner of the garden becoming a large and floriferous shrub. The guilt remains.
As I cannot post a picture of something that is no longer there you will have to make do with Genista “Porlock” shining in the spring sunshine, something we had a lot of today.