I am very aware that it is several weeks since I posted here – and that my image box is laden with pictures from Chelsea Flower Show, Queen Mary’s rose garden, the heath, the cemetery and even my developing garden here….. So, this is the start of a quick catch up.
A family picnic a few weeks ago at the height of the rose season took me, via the lake to Queen Mary’s rose garden in Regent’s Park. The roses were in full flush – heavy white blossom garlanding central beds filled with gloriously vibrant bushes and hybrid teas.
How about this for a throbbing colour – next door to such a subtle delicate pink.
And then this lovely splashed red and white rose. I had one like that in my garden at Lawn Road and definitely plan on one in Hampstead Lane.
Enough of roses…. Back on the heath – or more specifically in Golders Hill and the Hill garden, it has been more weeding – but not just weeding. We spent one very satisfactory morning in Golders Hill mulching all those beds we had weeded the previous week. (The theory is that the mulch will keep the weeds at bay for the next two years. We shall see….)
Here is the mulch being unloaded – followed by Tony and Mark looking rather pleased with their efforts.
Over in the Hill Garden, earlier weeding wellie had definitely paid off in this bed at the bottom of the big lawn where the roses and the foxgloves were having a ball together.
Meanwhile, in the cemeteries we were following the strimmers. The policy in the East cemetery is to divide the area into blocks and to strim alternate blocks. This allows visitors to actually see some of the graves in the strimmed blocks but protects the wildlife’s habitat in the other blocks. (The cemeteries are nature reserves.) However, strimming is quite agricultural and only cuts off ivy and brambles at their base. So it was our job to peel the ivy off each grave to reveal the names of the people buried there. But this has to be done with care as if the ivy is very well embedded, just heaving it off it can pull off the lead lettering on the grave stones.
Here are two of my fellow voluteers at work, followed by the graves of the Tiffin family as I found them and then after half an hour’s careful peeling.
And finally, down near South End Green – one of the heath’s resident herons. This one so cool with the human fellow visitors that he (or is it she?) completely ignored me until I was almost within touching distance.