Last year when a small potted lavender plant that Toad brought home one day had finished flowering, I put it in an empty corner. Empty corners don’t stay empty for long on the Boggy Brae and this was no exception. Bistort, bugle and young ferns, not to mention random grasses, soon hid the wee pot. Yesterday I noticed a tiny bit of lavender blue poking through (top left in first photo) and today a larger bit. Since the plant seems quite happy under its plant blanket, I’m going to leave it where it is for the time being.
Funny how once you see a colour where you might not have been expecting it, your eyes seem somehow attuned to it and see more. I spotted two blue leaf hoppers near the lavender and then the apparently blue edge of a snail shell.
Today I measured the tallest Boggy Brae foxglove after it keeled over. It was two and a half metres tall (over eight feet).
Then I continued my wander and enjoyed the yellowish stipes of lemon-scented fern and four baby trees. They are all right at the base of two well grown birch trees. The question is whether to leave them there to grow or hoik them out. I’ll leave them for a while anyway.
If you look up from near these wee trees, there is a treescape of birch, sallow and a bit of honeysuckle that’s growing up on of the sallows.
I went down to the pond triangle to see how the ragworts were doing. They have not had much sun but they are getting going at last.
It’s definitely self-heal season now:
Walking back up I came across the first Amanita fungus of the Boggy Brae year. I think this is Orange Grisette (Amanita crocea). It’s right under the big birch on the drive.
It’s beginning to look quite autumnal in the shade of the big birch and the holly tree on the opposite side that’s in our neighbours’ garden.
A few weeks ago friends helped with chopping and stacking some dead cypress wood at the top of the garden. Some of the large prunus on the front bank was cut down too. I left its tidying for another day. Then I broke my arm falling on another steep bank. Now my right forearm is into its fourth and, I hope, final plaster (or ‘stookie’, as it’s known hereabouts) and it was a nice sunny day after many rainy, muggy ones, so I got on with some tidying. One-handed, it takes a certain patience, but the Boggy Brae demands that always so, with a left-handed wielding of loppers (just as well I have always used my left hand almost as much as my right!), a bit of nudging with booted toes, and some springy stomping on scrubby twigs, a small log pile appeared on the front terrace and a twiggy scrub pile—future bonfire material—by the field fence.
Hogweed has begun to flower and both it and Whorled Caraway are attractive to Soldier Beetles. Ringlet butterflies attended my work and grasshoppers sang a summer tune.
A Twitter acquaintance sent me some Black Cornflower seed last year. They are beginning to flower now. Perforate St.John’s-wort has begun too.
Some old favourites below, clockwise from top left: Whorled Caraway, more Reflexed Stonecrop and its spreading on a drystone wall, Astilbe behind its deer protection, and Monkey Flower.