Flowers. Yes, really – flowers

Long time readers will know that here in the Blagger plot we don’t generally do flowers. We give over as much of the garden and borders as we can to fruit and vegetables, and the flowering plants that we do have are hang-overs from our house’s previous owner.

But we do have a hanging basket at the front door (another previous-owner hang-over) that is looking decidedly tired. That’s not entirely surprising as we’ve done nothing to it in three years. It’s mainly ivy, so seems pretty happy being left alone, but today it looked a bit… well, worn out.

Yesterday’s planting session got me in the mood for a bit more grubby-handing, so I took it down and have hung it up in the greenhouse where I’ll see what can be done to perk it up over the summer. In its place, I’ve hung the spare basket that I found at the back of the garden when we moved in, and filled it with actual flowers.

I can’t quite believe it myself. Even Rich said he was going to take a picture to prove that it was happening.

The trouble is, hanging baskets aren’t all that large, and most of the small plants you buy in the garden centre come in trays of 6, 12 or 30. That left us with loads of spares, which I’ve used to fill the troughs we used for lettuce last year.

So, to commemorate this rather rare event, and so that I can look back at the other end of summer and see how they’ve grown, this post is here purely for the purpose of displaying that picture at the top. Little flowers in big pots, packed with potential.

Here begins and ends my involvement with flowers this year.

Related posts:

1. Our unproductive flowers prove strangely rewarding
2. Planting lavender
3. Flowers in the garden
4. Say it with flowers
5. Second-year strawberries

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