It’s pouring with rain today, putting paid to any idea of my getting on with the various outside jobs on my list. Instead I am finding myself looking back over the pictures I have taken in the garden this year and thinking about what I’ve learnt. I’ve written before about how I hated Pelargoniums, but I’ve just been looking at them up close again as I rescued them from the rain and took them in to the comparative warmth of the greenhouse. What’s not to love?! ‘Parisienne’ does indeed look very chic in her subtle pink ensemble.
‘Lara Jester’ looks for all the world like the high kicking girls in the Folies-Bergèere.
‘Jackie’ resembles a tiny but perfectly formed rose.
Continuing the French theme, ‘Madame Layall’ in her more definite markings could be the chic aunt accompanying the altogether more frilly ‘Parisienne’.
I’m really glad I learned, yet again, that plant prejudices deserve to be challenged – though I do still draw the line at carnations. One has to have some standards…