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Can you have too many foxgloves?

I love a foxglove. But I’ve never bought one. There are currently about 40 in flower in my urban patch and I’ve given away about 20 more. They’ve just self seeded EVERYWHERE.

At first I though I’d dig them up in early spring, and they would just fill a few gaps, but with the hot weather they’ve taken over a little, and I’m already planning what to do to stop them taking over next year.

This is the second year of my ‘new’ garden, which I’ve developed from the previously overgrown ‘wilderness garden’ of my old neighbouring plot. And despite really trying to space them out, they’ve gone a bit nuts.

Foxgloves, or Digitalis to give them their Latin name, self seed everywhere. But they’re also biennial, which means the first year they pop up you just get leaves, and the second you get these magnificent spikes of flowers.

The most common is the purple one, Digitalis Purpurea (purpurea = purple, alba = white, red = rubra, viridis = green, nigra = black), gardening names like both colours and animals (foxglove, dogrose, harebell, cowslip etc).

Mine are mostly either purple or white, although there are some that look like they’ll be white but develop to pink, presumably hybridised.

Over the winter I was digging up the seedlings from just about everywhere, cracks in paving, beds, raised veg beds, pots they weren’t meant to be in, and shoved them quite roughly into whatever pot they fitted in, sometimes in twos and threes.

In their first year they look like this: just leaves, and you won’t get flowers off them.

Then in March the following year they start to throw out new leaves – you can yank off any manky ones at the base and they take quite brutal handling. Worth noting the whole plant is poisonous, but to be honest I’ve never had a rash or anything from handling them and certainly wouldn’t eat them.

I deliberately filled the empty space behind the apple tree with foxgloves and ferns as it’s the shadiest area

The ones currently dominating my plot probably won’t flower again next year, but if I leave them to self seed it will be overwhelmed again in 2028, so I’m already planning to be a bit more careful with the seedpods.

The flower spikes produce loads of pods as the flowers drop, and if I let them brown they will just shed billions of seeds everywhere. I’ve already got some in pots that I know will flower next year and I’ll just be a bit more sparing with them.

Cut here ⇨

So I’ll cut the spikes at the base of the bottom of the seed pods as soon as the top flowers are done – not right to the base, as I know I’ll get loads of side flower spikes first – they’ve already thrown a lot out this year presumably due to the heatwave in May.

I’m going to put all the spent stems into a bucket where they’ll brown off and the seeds will drop to the bottom. Yes, I’ll try and keep the white and purple ones separate but inevitably I’ll mess it up. Then I’ll sow again in seed trays or pots and try and keep a grip on how many I do. If you dig up a completely spent plant, you’ll probably find there are already little offshoots already growing at the base, and you can pot them up too.

It’s not just me that loves them, the number of different bees we’ve had this year has been amazing – honey bees, fat bumblebees, bees with white bums, red bums, black bums, hoverflies, they zoom in headfirst and back out covered in pollen and move to the next flower.

My camera skills aren’t fast enough to catch them although my other half Steve Scoles at The Nenequirer has been making little slo-mo videos of them. (see below).

Each flower has a slightly hairy ‘doormat’ and the pollen is held at the top of the far end, so insects have to get right in and then back out. Then the pollen from one type gets spread to another when they visit multiple plants and you get seeds that may not look exactly like the parent plant. Magic.

There are lots of hybridised foxgloves you can buy, some with unusual shapes and amazing colours in the ‘doormat’ and they’re available in creams, peaches and yellows as well as some unusual chocolaty ones. The National Collection of digitalis is in Wiltshire and you can buy from their online shop.

So can you have too many foxgloves? Yeah, probably, but who cares! Enjoy them while they last…

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Lifting daffodils that have gone blind

I’m finally off work and quite looking forward to some lockdown gardening. While it’s been incredibly frustrating to see people isolating with massive gardens and apparently loads of free time, most of us have been working under difficult circumstances from home, yearning to get out in the little green space we may be lucky enough to have.

One of my jobs that’s not been done for years is to lift and divide my front yard daffs.

Daffodils can go blind, meaning they don’t flower, if they get too congested or are planted too shallow

Usually you should wait for daffodils to get to the yellow leaf stage before lifting and replanting, but if I don’t have that time. You should leave the leaves on, they need to reabsorb that green nutrition. Don’t be tempted to tie them either. If you have them in grass, leave then alone if they are flowering well.

The perennials in the tiny, dry front garden are trying to grow through a mass of leaves and I want to get some more plants in too, so the daffs have to move.

You can leave them to dry but it’s best to plant in the green and get them in the best state for next year. Plant at least to two bulbs’ depth to avoid digging them up accidently or giving squirrels a free lunch.

There’s perennials waiting to come up now the daffs have been thinned. Yes, that is a dead Christmas tree that I haven’t worked out how to dispose of yet.

I bought some coir blocks for a quid each from Poundland which has proved to be a real bargain for seedings and mulch. There are penstemon and rudbeckia in this tiny strip that should begin to shoot better now they aren’t being crowded out. The daffs are going in the back garden – just need to find some space…

These wallflowers were picked up almost dead from a DIY store last year, and are now adding colour in pots

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I don’t believe in writer’s block, but I think I’ve got it

I haven’t written anything in ages.
I know, I hear you say kind reader, if you’ve been bothering to come back to this site, (which is awfully patient of you).
I have tried.
There are several half-started posts sitting in the drafts box on a variety of topics from neglected regional newspapers to badly behaved children. But none are finished.
Yet I’ve been writing every day for almost 20 years. From local news to gardening and parenting articles, PR guff and copywriting, university lectures and reports, and of course, blogposts.
Ours is a house of writing. Two journalists. No escape.
Articles are written with ruthless efficiency. 1,500 words in a couple of hours? Easy.
But then I stopped.
Firstly too busy. I had a 9,000 word essay to write, which wasn’t journalism and was bloody hard. I’m still not sure it was right.
Then I was too backlogged with the amount unwritten.
More procrastination.
Then I just couldn’t.
Then felt depressed I couldn’t. “Don’t be stupid Hilary, just write a bloody post,” said the voice of my sleepless nights.
Still nothing. Blank screen.
Before the ‘block’ I lost a long term weekly writing contract (this was some months ago), without any real notice, explanation or actual final date.
I suspect it’s had a deeper effect than just the initial anger and disappointment, especially as it was left hanging so I couldn’t offer my services elsewhere.
Whatever the cause, my previous skepticism of writers’ block is cancelled.
It’s taken nine days to write this tiny blog post . . . and it sounds a bit whingey.

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Look, we’ve nearly got our wall back!

Just a quick post to show progress on the fallen wall this week, thanks to the fast work of Kev the builder and his boys.

From this last weekend . . .

 

To this by Thursday, and that’s before the sunshine moved things on even faster . . .

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The Fallen Wall update – things starting to move

Remember the nightmare of the fallen wall? It’s here if you need a recap. Or search ‘fallen wall’.
Well after much brick cleaning, plant clearing and depression, we’ve got the brickie coming in tomorrow to start the rebuild.
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He came last week and pointed out that the final bricks of ‘the ruin’ needed bringing down to soil level, so Bloke and the neighbours had some work to do over the weekend.
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The plan is to rebuild it slightly shorter than its previous vertiginous height and to abandon the lawn in order to stick in some raised beds on our side, to the same height as the elevated soil level on the neighbours’ side.
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This will involve a complete redesign for me but should at least keep the wall up another 100 years.
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I’m desperate to get this wall rebuilt now. It may not have been much of a summer but you still need that garden to potter about in.
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It’s also going to soak up a couple of grand in cash we don’t really have. But at the moment I’d do pretty much anything to get our privacy back.
More updates as the building
starts . . .

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How my garden was obliterated in less than three seconds

IT has taken eight years to develop my shady, urban, child-infested back garden, but it took less than three seconds to destroy it.

At around 1.30am on Sunday, I was woken by what felt like the house shaking. Or was it just a dream? My nocturnal other-half came to bed a few minutes later.

“The wall in the back garden has collapsed,” he muttered, before rolling over and attempting to go to sleep.

That wasn’t going to happen. I was wide awake. I went to peer out of the children’s bedroom window to see what he was talking about. It was too dark.

Downstairs to the window nearest the garden. All I could see was a sheet of the climber hydrangea petiolaris, hanging forlornly in a sheet, not clinging to much at all.

As I peered I could see . . .well, not the garden anymore. Just a sheet of bricks. It was an extraordinary sight. Like an instant patio.

. . . after

To be honest, I cried. Yes, I know it’s just a garden and the fact it happened in the night meant everyone is still alive (it would have killed anyone in the garden, it fell so fast), but after recent nocturnal misadventures, like the car getting squashed and finding a strange drunk man asleep in the dining room, it just feels like we are cursed by bad luck.

Self pity? Yeah, but it took me eight years to build that garden. I write about it as a garden journalist. So no, I don’t feel very laid back about it at all.

The wall was too tall. A Victorian garden wall, bordering the large garden of our neighbouring house’s garden really, all the way around their’s, just one border on ours. It had stood for over 120 years, and yet collapsed in one devastating sheet of bricks, covering the right hand garden border and our entire lawn. A lawn the kids had been playing on just 36 hours earlier.

The following morning it felt unreal to see it. Huge amounts of brickdust covered all the plants and the neighbours’ outside lights, strung presumably on their side, where the ground is a foot or so higher than on ours. Like a horticultural Becher’s Brook.

I couldn’t even start to organise what to do next, as sons needed taking to rugby matches and general life needed to go on as normal.

Bloke spoke to the neighbours the next day. Discussions, apparently, that involved talking to our respective insurance companies. I rang them, they said they’d get back to us. They did, only to tell us the wall wasn’t covered because nothing had hit it, “like a car or something.” Unsurprisingly, getting cross and emailing them the photos didn’t make any difference.

Since then it’s been raining solidly, and each morning when I get up and look out of the window at the missing garden, a little part of my soul wizens. Under all those bricks, somewhere, along with all the other crushed plants, is a snowdrop named ‘Bonnie Scott’, named after my daughter.

What to do next? I can hardly face it.

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Hotbin update

Remember that Hotbin I had delivered at New Year? see here
It’s currently operating at 90 degrees and scoffing just about every thing I can chuck in it.
After a rather slow start, mostly because I thought you had to get the temperature up before putting much in, I took the advice of the manufacturer and started filling it with kitchen waste in earnest.
This happened to coincide with our council deciding to give us all a food waste bin (although our area still has to put out black bin bags, go figure).
So instead of our food waste sitting stinking up the yard, we have been putting about two small worktop binfulls of food waste in the hotbin every couple of days. A load of grass clippings about a fortnight ago also helped, and I’m told chicken pellets also speed things up.
The bin simply devours it. I haven’t actually managed to get it more than half full because each day the level drops. When you consider there are six of us in the house, that’s a lot of food waste.
As well as veg peelings I’ve just started putting cooked food in, and haven’t quite been brave enough to put bones in yet. Maybe this week.
My biggest mistake was to keep looking at the thermometer on the lid, which never rises above 30. Meanwhile, inside the temperature, using the extra thermometer provided, is far hotter, and today showed 95 degrees!
It’s a little smelly, only when you lift the lid and no more than a normal compost heap.
Unlike a normal heap, which just piles up and takes a year or more to break down, and needs a mix of material, the HotBin is right outside the kitchen door, on concrete, in a shady corner. But it’s doing an awesome job.

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Princess turns into Dirt Girl as worms become new pets

AS previously mentioned in these ramblings, our four-year-old daughter Bonnie is not absorbing the influence of her rowdy elder brothers and becoming a tomboy.

Quite the opposite. Much to my surprise and bewilderment, she can be the girliest of all girly-girls. She’ll always choose a floaty dress rather than trousers, will chat away about ‘pretty things’ with her pals, the Disney Princesses, and will pronounce, over-dramatically, “I’m scared” about everything from dinosaurs to the dark, (when she clearly isn’t).

However, she did me rather too proud at the weekend when I finally got a blessed hour or two to tackle some over-due gardening tasks.

Worm girl

Turning the compost heap has been on my to-do list for about a year, and as I shoveled the upper layers into a wheelbarrow, she spotted dozens of creepy-crawlies running, wriggling and slithering for cover.

I expected her to decide that she was scared of beasties but to my surprise she delved right in with her bare hands, gleefully collecting fat brandling worms and letting them wriggle about on her palms.

My requests for her to carefully put the worms back because they needed to be away from the sunlight fell on deaf ears – they were ‘her’ worms. They would be her friends. I had images in my head of finding dead worms in her doll’s house or chest of drawers.

I explained that to the worms, she was a giant – “I’m not a giant, giants are big” – and that she might be scaring them. Only then did she reluctantly give them up to go back into the compost heap.

That’s when she spotted the prehistoric-looking centipedes, running for their lives. She jumped, and hid behind me, unwilling to share my enthusiasm for the speedy bugs. “I’m scared of those,” she announced.

I’m keeping quiet about my similar dislike of moths . . .

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First garlic? Major fail

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My first garlic is rubbish. I suspected this might happen as I put it in very late, er, like March, and the best crops are planted in October-November.
If the cloves don’t get a decent blast of cold then they don’t split/multiply into a fat bulb. The ones I planted have hardly fattened up at all. Or split into bulbs.
Still, they are edible, and I’ve got another row which look much healthier.
Note to self: plant garlic in autumn not spring.

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Cottesbrooke Plant Finders’ Fair 2011 in pictures

ROOKIE photographer Jed Scoles’ first foray into press snappering. Enjoy

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