I'm at the point with our gardens at Struan Farm where I'm mostly filling gaps, moving things around, or looking for unusual plants or flowers to mix things up. Even with this year's new gardens, the "bones" of which are now planted. (Not sure "bones" is a technical gardening term, but think you'll get what I mean--the core plants/shrubs.)
Lately I've been wanting to pop some more hellebores around the place. They are starting to flower right about now, at a time when not much else does. There are heaps that self-seed down at the Homestead's roadside wooded garden, they flower before the woods transform our front entrance into a bluebell dell each spring. While seedlings could be transplanted up from there, I'm wanting a mix of newer hybrids in the interest of variety, so have placed an order with a specialist NZ grower, "Clifton House." Once those arrive I'll report back, but I found our latest addition at a garden centre that is part of my normal flight path.
Behold, Princess Rosemary!
John's mum was named Rosemary. As soon as I saw her I knew she belonged in the gardens at Struan Farm. No more to say, really, she's come home.
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