Last weekend we toiled in the sun to create our last border in the garden; a semi-circle beneath the path that runs across the back of the house, below the kitchen window.
In pride of place is the beautiful Acer palmatum ‘Garnet’ that we bought at Malvern, with a summer backing chorus of three Dahlias that we are growing this year for the first time, which had been basking in the greenhouse for some weeks since I started them in pots.
I have been continuing to add a few plants to this border most evenings this week, as well as stocking up the narrow beds in the front garden with restless seedlings from the greenhouse before they grow too lanky. Now we have officially run out of bits of garden to dig up.
As I consider the dwindling patches of bare earth remaining in our borders, many of which will soon disappear without intervention as existing plants swell with summer vigour, and consider the seedlings in the greenhouse still to find homes, I’m starting to wonder whether they are rather mismatched. My dreams are indeed somewhat bigger than the bounds of our garden.
I’ve already found myself editing our existing young plantings; replacing one of the sprawling purple honesty plants with a young Eupatorium rugosum ‘Chocolate’, and ruthlessly extracting corn poppies that last year I would have enjoyed, in order to squeeze higher priority plants in.
The outline of our garden is now complete; welcome to the wonderful world of colouring it in…