As the summer progresses we have learned something about the clematis in our back garden. Named after a local village, it is a 'star' but a one than can easily strangle others. Cutting it back towards our boundary fence my husband has discovered two other varieties of clematis struggling to express themselves, a pink rose, a white delphinium and a red rose that has almost given up the fight. This vigorous climber has been reduced and (fingers crossed) is now going to be guided in an appropriate direction towards the back boundary and wildlife hedge. Moral: control impulse buying and keep borders uncrowded.
A climber we have keenly nurtured is the honeysuckle we brought here from a cutting on our allotment. This was a cultivated variety, a present from friends. At last it is beginning to make its way up the trellis we provided for it. No flowers this season, but at least it is established.
The Morning Glory I grew from seed, an annual that is only a few steps away from the weed convolvulus, has put on growth and found the trellis too. However, it is not a permanent competitor and its pastel pink and purple flowers brighten up a corner that enjoys morning sun.
Our jasmine, my sister's rescue plant that I mentioned in a recent post is still doing well next to the porch.
Our most recent purchase came from the largest garden centre in the region, seven miles or so up the road. No rescue job here, but the full price for another jasmine to grow up a newly painted trellis (thanks again to my sister) behind the shed. It's a variety that brings back happy memories and a fitting fifty ninth birthday present.
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