photos courtesy Barbara Allen.
photos courtesy Barbara Allen.
As featured in: ‘Garden Answers’ October 2015
‘Cumbria Life’ magazine October 2013
‘Lancashire Life’ September 2013
and ‘Garden of the Week’ in ‘Garden News’ April 2013
(Next door to the Royal Oak)
On the third Wednesday of each month, June to October inclusive
12 Noon – 4.00 p.m.
A modern cottage garden with coherent layers of colour, texture and interest. Centred around a fine 18th C. red sandstone building. A garden with interest all year round. From Spring bulbs; through the lushness of Summer roses and herbaceous plants galore; to the inherent richness of late perennials and graceful grasses well into late Autumn. Plus a vegetable production area! A little less than half an acre but packed with plants.
The garden is on a gently sloping site with gravel paths. Some plants for sale.
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|… as in a traditional cottage garden, there are no big gestures, such as formal hedges or ‘single colour’ borders. Instead there is an endless series of intricately designed ‘little episodes,’ of related colours and tones, or involving different interestingly varied foliage-forms, all of which knit together into a colourful and intriguing patchwork. The idea, as Ian himself puts it, was to create ‘coherent layers of colour, texture and interest.’ Tim Longville, ‘Cumbria Life’ magazine July 2012|
The appropriately bountiful Furze, ablaze and swarming along the beck banks, filled this warm, late May’s morning air with the aroma of sweetened coconut. But of course, more accurately I suppose, the gorgeous scent of the gloriously gaudy Gorse flower.
Alive with busy Bees and tiny flies, the latter a welcome treat (or staple foodstuff at this time for nestling youngsters, apt for this shrub, being the Celtic symbol for fertility… and love ) for the abundant Linnets present.
Such pleasing flittering Cinnamon birds, touched with warming Crimson highlights as if only in artistic afterthought. These melodious talented songsters, along with the similarly attracted, equally attractive, and compellingly active Meadows Pipits, provided an uplifting sound track completing this pleasant scene, the Gorse the star today, a fulsome experience of course!
The pleasing shape of this doorway – dictated as it is by the elegant formal round arch, couples comfortably with the simplicity of the wooden door’s construction.These qualities are complemented so well by the plain clean-cut stonework surround within the substantial Cotswold stone wall.
Such an entrance must excite the inquisitiveness that resides in us all I’m sure! as well as satisfying our aesthetic hunger.
But is it the plants which make this scene complete and special? (to my eyes at least)
Ever questing beautiful Wistaria winds its way along the gutter doing its utmost to replicate the arching theme in short time. To eventually reach down and meet it’s equally sensually scented partner of mythical romantic rhyme – the Lavender. This shorter, fragrant stalwart of the English garden flanking the entrance, is in itself alone, so welcoming and inviting (unable to ramble via tendril as her collaborator does so well, she has sown herself at the foot of the wall, picking her spot with perfect placement.)
So much to be appreciated in this view.
But most of all I admire the self-sown (slightly rebellious) Centranthus ruber snuggled tight against the pure white (quite staid) door. They look as though they enjoy each others company very much. A match made by chance, but a mutually beneficial association of sheer unexpected delight, so charming a story that they found one another. The door’s favoured companion plant ‘roots’ it into its allotted space – eases its practical, utilitarian personality perfectly into an engaging, mellow composition. Lovely.
Photo (and doorway) courtesy of Barbara Allen.
Waldsteinia ternata: A quite well-known, useful ground cover plant. Will grow very well in shade, tolerating drought when established and evergreen as well. An easy reliable sort, almost always grown in shade or partial shade in ‘out of the way’ spots. But here we have it cascading down a dry stonewall in a well-lit, prominent, sunny spot – maybe more adaptable than most folk think. A very pretty, serviceable addition to any garden; a real spring / early summer joy!
Chimonanthus praecox (Yellow Wintersweet)
Chimonanthus praecox is a vigorous deciduous, bushy medium-sized shrub. Its glossy dark green leaves are lanceolate, up to 20cm long and 10cm broad. Its waxy, hermaphrodite, yellow flowers have purple stained centres, are cup-shaped, pendant, up to 3cm across, with spirally arranged petals, are strongly scented and appear on bare branches. Its brown fruit is an elliptic capsule and up to 2.5cm in length.
Chimonanthus praecox, commonly known as Wintersweet or Japanese Allspice, is native to China.In its native habitat it grows in mountain forests. Chimonanthus praecox is synonymous with Chimonanthus fragrans. It was introduced into European gardens from Japan and was noted in England 1766 when it was grown under glass for the Sixth Earl of Coventry in the conservatory at Croome Court, Worcestershire.
The etymological root of the binomial name Chimonanthus is derived from the Greek xeimwn ‘winter’ and anqos ’flower’. Praecox is derived from the Latin prae meaning ‘before’ and coxi meaning ‘ripening’, i.e. early ripening.
Ecologically, Chimonanthus praecox is attractive to pollinating insects and beetles.
As a general rule we tend not to prune Chimonanthus.
It is so often detrimental to their: flowering reliability, general health and perhaps
most importantly; it prevents them attaining their pleasing, generally
naturally occurring, shape. (I refer to shape as being most important as it
is that attribute which is evident/ noticeable to some degree, every day
of the year. That should be its main contribution to the overall
aesthetical worth / appearance in the landscape. In comparison the leaves
(pleasing in themselves) and flowers are ephemeral and passing, but
nonetheless pretty, very fragrant and immensely worthwhile of course!
Under most circumstances Chimonanthus develop an attractive, fairly open
framework of branches and laterals without training. Then, dead, diseased
or crossing branches would be taken out late Winter/ early Spring
immediately after flowering, this would be indeed the appropriate time to carry
out all or any necessary pruning on Chimonanthus. This could be coupled
with lightly ‘nipping back’ the tips of last years growth if considered
absolutely essential to keep it in check, but…. I personally prefer to
take out entire laterals or branches if ‘thinning’ is required.
Chimonanthus praecox under very favourable conditions will achieve at most
something like 4 metres in height and maybe 3 metres across, but at a slow
to moderate rather than a fast rate of growth. This expected ultimate size
should be borne in mind at planting time when the most appropriate
position is being chosen. Bear in mind not only size, but aspect; they
enjoy fertile reasonably well-drained soil, in some sun and light shade.
Placing them where the fragrance and beauty of the flowers can be
appreciated during the short days of Winter is also important, i.e. next
to a frequently used pathway or door.
Snakes Head Fritillary aesthetically
Rendered in tangerine.
Tadpoles, frogspawn, bottle – green flies,
Rainbows that spanned the blue sky – and this time – didn’t lie.
Sweet Pea tendrils.
Young green leaves,
A slew of colourful bracket fungi (Trametes versicolor!)
The poisonous dewdrop of exquisite trumpet – like Datura blooms.
(We need to know the difference between these!)
Bee pollen grains.
I see all this; back through the year, a review so far.
Acknowledged via my unashamed touchstones – the natural world,
My gardens, the trees, the earth, and the birds.
My universe…My dreams.
The ribbon-like foliage of Phormium tenax,
The identifying spore prints of varying mushrooms.
Waxwing crests echoing stacks of colourful
(Rowan) Mountain Ash berries.
Centipedes segmented backs.
Prunella (self-heal,) who never tires of her tender art,
Mending bleeding hearts.
Cinnamon worms of peeling Acer griseum bark, catch on
Iris foetidissima seeds in their dry cracked manilla cases.
Adders Tongue Fern.
And oh! those so rich sunsets, I would gladly have died to stay
In their sweet glow for eternity (or another hour?)
Whether they fell into sea the mountains or estuary.
Would you have happily fallen in along with me?
Wide-brimmed straw hats.
Looking through smudged October/Rudbeckia tinted spectacles!
From here I see so much. A lone silvern star,
Amidst such wonderful glowing, wind blown – imagination sowing,
Exaggerated Autumnal tones.
Red squirrel ear tufts.
Across the honest months of beautiful rebirth.
Promised full growth that brought forth
The (hinted at weeks ago) glut of fruit
And seed – so bountiful a harvest in truth, indeed.
Bare legs in summer skirts (not mine!)
Winged sycamore seeds, as light as the ears of golden Stipa oats,
Flyaway Campanula petals,
The same bells that tolled for the coming gales.
Tales told of peas as green as my waterproof coat.
Hills, a mountain, these are mine!
Definitely my rounded Howgill fells (benign, sleepy, elephantine,)
But alive in a Beltane sunrise! The Orchid purple dusk when we found
Blackbird’s fine bluey-green, speckled eggshells.
A fairy ring.
The elegant eye stripe of visiting Redwings
And scores of Fieldfares (their fellow cousin thrushes)
Now rushing in, arriving just in time to feast on abundant
Ripe – orange/yellow – crab apple windfalls.
A rainbow trout.
Juvenile figs! (’twas such a good year.) Something sexy speaks too…
Rivulets of storm water trickling down
Parched banks seeking the stripling beck, close the weir.
Questing, like blanched pale Couch grass roots.
Branched Birch twigs.
So much to be seen, even varietal flagella.
Love-in-a mist (Nigella damascena – if you insist!)
The spiralling bore holes of the Dutch Elm Beetle.
Such a classically insane moth! (Copper Underwing) Drawn of course to…
A candles flame.
It’s an almanac, a diary. A ledger full of all that’s good.
No need to turn back time, even if we could. It’s history stored
Forged in the folds of artistic imagination. And now as secure
As an oft-told folklore story forever in mine, forever in mind as…
Ged’s Marigolds and Sunflower seed heads.
Ian H. © milscapuldor 2014
Walking on the Fells at Ravenstonedale: Today
1. Forging ahead together! 2. For a landscape that is on such a huge scale; an almost endless open space, 3. the detail that makes up the complex low lying vegetation matrix can be almost miniature, so easy to overlook. Milkwort, Tormentil, mosses, grasses, reeds etc. 4. Lousewort, 5. Heath Bedstraw 6. In the wetter flushes, Marsh Valerian, 7. Cotton Grass 8. Cuckoo flower 9. Brooklime 10. Greater Spearwort 11. Water forget-me-not 12. While on the ungrazed lower reaches, Wood Cranesbill, 13. Ragged Robin and Buttercup. 14. Seen in the distance here, the buttercup – yellow hay meadows 15. at closer quarters are beginning to take on a bronzy – orange haze as the Sorrel grows taller so becoming more apparent. 16. Ready to turn round. 17. The highlight of the day happened too quickly to get a photo of; a beautiful male Black Grouse burst with a flurry of strong stiff wings from gorse scrub not 10 yards from us and dropped into a dip out of sight, a breathtaking moment!
Cynara cardunculus ‘Violette Di Chioggia’
First heads on these globe artichokes grown from seed, sown last Spring, wonderful dark coloured heads against heavily serrated silvery foliage. Architectural and highly decorative. Too beautiful to ever eat!
Globe Artichoke ‘Violette Di Chioggia’