Earlier this year, the only major change I had in mind for the off-season was to cut down the pair of ‘Madame Alfred Carriere’ climbing roses that sprawl skywards either side of the bus shelter and replace them with climbing roses that, erm…, don’t have a tendency to sprawl skywards. Mesdames have been in place for over 15 years, I would imagine, planted when I was still a rose-buying novice, and certainly didn’t realise they could grow to 25 feet. They are often the first roses to flower each year (nearer to the sun’s warmth perhaps?), and flower well over a long period without any attention, too tall to be deadheaded, and they may well have a pleasant fragrance but they are too far above my head to smell it.
They usually get heavily pruned around this time of year, severely pruned I think one might call it, but each year they come back even stronger, and their new growth is such that cutting them down completely will create even more green waste than their regular amputation. The main stems are tree-trunk like, so it won’t be a five minute job… Will I miss them? Yes and no, for I admire their resilience and enthusiasm, but since they reached their excessive height I have been unable to appreciate them in the way I can appreciate roses at eye level, usually walking past without noticing them above me.
Following the success of the hakonechloa in the grasses border this summer, a more recent decision and an easier task to carry out is to replace the carex which not only seems too short adjacent to the taller grasses but also suffered in the heat and drought, with a different and contrasting variety of hakonechloa. The original golden variety took a couple of years to establish, but I shall try and buy as mature plants as possible, for a speedier impact.

Although always happy with the two baskets at the front of the house, with their three different shades of petunias, lilac trailing lobelia and something green and dangly, I haven’t been enamoured with the four square pots on the paved area, prominently visible to me all day from the kitchen windows, for many a year, if at all. I seem to struggle to choose a pleasing combination of plants and rarely get the quantities right. For this season I bough a cheap and cheerful mix of pink plants from J Parkers and I now feel I have worked out what bits I like and what might work in future. Although not the most inspiring of views, you can see from the picture below that the pink petunia dominated the pots, trailing beyond its allotted space and at its peak was just too overpoweringly pink. Shorter calibrachoa with smaller blooms would be a better alternative, but I liked the trailing verbena and pelargonium that were included in the mix, and would include the always reliable diascia and the lilac lobelia I use a lot. I shan’t add fuchsia as this year’s made no impact whatsoever, but the dark phormium which I bought separately worked well as a ‘thriller’ and should remain a manageable size for a couple more years perhaps. Fingers crossed for an acceptable display next year 🤞

A seasonal task already carried out was emptying the mason bee tubes and preparing them for storage over winter. Previously, I returned the tubes to a third party, who stored the cocoons over winter and sent out a batch of them in early spring, but this is my third year of overwintering them on my own, the third party having folded. The first year, I kept them in the shed where mice got at them and I had to buy a fresh batch, so last year I kept them in their tubes in the Coop where they survived better, but not brilliantly. From the reduced number of cocoons that came through successfully, it ended up a bumper year, with our bee hotel crammed full of them with no space left for any of the later leaf cutter bees. This year, I have emptied the tubes (soaking them in warm water to unroll the cardboard) and will again store them in the Coop but following instructions found on the internet. We may need a bigger hotel next year!



I meant to edit the main borders in the off-season last year, but it didn’t happen and it was in danger of not happening again, but thankfully I got a grip and, trying to be as ruthless as possible, have created some gaps by removing thugs and other unwelcome residents. Now, what to add to those gaps…?

Some thought has also been given to the very large fatsia behind the sitooterie, which the Golfer would be happy to see the back of (the fatsia, not the sitooterie! 😀) because he swears it attacks him every time he walks past it. It was one of the few plants in the garden when we came, although in a different location, so is over 30 years old, and I certainly didn’t want to see it go. It was only when Jude of Cornwall in Colours showed us her severely pruned fatsia that I realised pruning was an option; a Google search suggests spring is the best time to carry it out, but Jude did hers last October and I felt it was worth taking the risk. How severely will I prune it? Watch this space…
