Great Holiday. Not Many Dead...

How inconsiderate... getting hitched in April, I mean honestly!

To be fair to my dear friends Beth and Gemma they did announce their ceremony long before I'd even heard of this garden... but still I winced as I booked my tickets back to the UK -  even just five April days away from our menagerie of tender young plants is a big deal.

The infamous Pelargonium x ardens (in big terracotta pots
with  Aeonium 'Zwartkop') just beginning to flower.

Luckily everything survived: -  rare Canary Island echiums, tiny bottlebrushes and even the fabulously delicate Pelargonium x ardens whose deathwish I wrote about just a couple of weeks ago -  they all sailed through under the watchful eye of C.







....Apart from that is a tray of the commonest, easiest plants imagineable. African marigolds ('Simba') - which were to be a companion plant for the tomatoes. I didn't get time to pot them on from their tiny modules and now they have, just like Monty Python's famous parrot, "ceased to be"!


A salutory lesson that one shouldn't neglect potting things on...


Lots of leaves, not much compost + one hot windy day =

A walk on the wild side

A sunny spring walk with the Mediterranean Garden Society (MGS), and Benoit Beauvallet from Pépinière de l’Armalette up in the wilds of the Haut Var. If you'd like to see bigger images please click here

Euphorbia serrata - left - showing fantastic yellow bracts

Psoracea bituminosa (syn Bituminaria bituminosa) - a leguminous plant with leaves that smell of burnt rubber

Lonicera etrusca - members were surprised to see this growing as a shrubby plant, rather than the more usual climbing habit of many honeysuckles

Pistacia terebinthus  - left - the turpentine tree. Closely related to the pistachio. A deciduous tree with great autumn colour; was showing a good deal of bright red bloom on the day of our visit.

Rhamnus alaternus - buckthorn - a very adaptable evergreen, as good in shade as on baked slopes. 

Isatis tinctoria - left - woad - used as a blue dye in ancient times.

Juniperus oxycedrus - a juniper with large, toxic berries. Gin fiends beware!

Eryngium campestre - a demure native sea holly with subtle colouring. Alas many had suffered from being strimmed!

Amelanchier ovalis - left - the only native European amelanchier, showing flowers on some plants.

Asplenium ceterach - incredible to see a fern growing in such arid conditions - this one copes by going dormant and dessicating completely in the summer, to regrow whenever rainfall is sufficient!

Cephalaria leucantha - a giant scabious which harsh conditions had made somewhat more compact.

Rubia peregrina - wild madder - in the Rubiaceae tribe which includes coffee and quinine! a delicate looking plant with sharp scaly foliage.

Thymus vulgaris - commonn thyme, showing typical variation in habit and flower colour

Pinus halapensis / Pinus nigra - forming small woods

Viburnum tinus - well known shrub doing its thing in the wild.

Plantago sempervirens -  left - a very surprising find! A shrubby plantain, related to the dreaded lawn weed, as evident from its flowers

Euphorbia spinosa - a diminuitive spurge making neat mounds. Perhaps this would be a good alternative for gardeners who are sick of the invasive tendencies of E. cyparissias?

Lavandula latifolia - Spike Lavender - strongly aromatic lavender (more camphorous than angustifolia types) - distinguished by its branched flowerheads. Compact growth and dark blue flowers.

Anthyllis montana - Mountain Kidney Vetch -  see left - a real highlight of the trip - a splash of crimson on a high rock ledge, its flowers have an intoxicating scent of raspberries and vanilla. Benoit thought they may be used to make a type of jam!

Helichrysum stoechas - curry plant

Cotinus coggygria - another common garden plant doing its thing in the wild!

Helianthemum oelandicum - left - a tiny sunrose with bright yellow flowers. 

Stachys recta - dwarf stachys looking more like a shrunken salvia! Yellow flowers. Its size varies according to location.

Teucrium paulium - lovely little germander with very bright whitish foliage

Thymelaea diocia

Buxus sempervirens - common box, showing bright orange leaf coloration brought out by the cold winters.

Helleborus foetidus - stinking hellebore - in shady parts of the woodland.

Aethionema - a diminutive member of the cabbage family, Brassicaceae.

Globulara cordifolia (left) - delightful small plant with comparitavely large bluish-mauve flowers. 

Sedum sediforme - a great plant to grow anywhere - even under cypresses apparently!

Clematis flammula - a beautiful fragrant clematis with small white flowers, sadly not in bloom

Some people think I'm bonkers...

...and they're probably right, but there is method in the madness.

A very exciting day today in the new vegetable garden. After all the long haul of rotivating, installing irrigation, laying the calade (paving), spreading wood ash and sheep manure came the fun bit...

We're calling it a potager, and placed as it is in the heart of the garden, it needs to look good. But not in a Villandry [row upon row of inedible ornamental cabbages, more hedges than beds] or Rosemary Verey (vegetables something of a garnish to yet more sodding roses) way. In a smart, practical way.

So I've formalised the layout with a box plant symetrically placed at each corner of the calade. I lifted them from the storage beds by the compost heap and carefully wrapped the roots in damp hessian. So far so good, so normal...

The biggest challenge to freshly moved plants is dessication - however careful you are it's impossible not to damage some of the microscopic root hairs that draw water from the soil. So the leaves wilt and look miserable for a bit. Or die. A bit of a lottery. So when the sun came out and the wind blew ("good drying weather" Mum would call it when she was doing laundry) I panicked...

The best way to stop plants drying out is to keep the wind off them and dampen the atmosphere... so I watered my precious box, and then as it got hotter and I kept working, steadily shed layers of clothing. Well, a T shirt lying uselessly on the ground when it could be put to much better use....

More photos of from the end of the day here

Blogging backwards... the front of the backlog!

Old olives on the main lawn - sudden shafts of light and
piles of silvery branches strewn about gave the garden
 a strange underwater atmosphere

A procession of ominously titled men have invaded the garden of late. Perhaps I have seen too many horror films, but the annoucement that “‘The Olive Man’ will be with us shortly” sent a shiver down my spine. 

He did the kind of pruning job that we lowly gardeners can only dream about... spend all day up trees in the sunshine, using powered secateurs (hydraulic?), and then waltzed off into the sunset, leaving someone else (i.e. us) to clear up!

It’s an old cliché.. owners ending up looking like their dogs. Well The Olive Man definitely has something of the olive about him... small and round, with bright dark eyes and shiny skin. The Cypress Man  - who comes to trim the huge Italian Cypresses at the front of the house - is accordingly tall and springy. He arrived in a tiny Renault with huge ladders strapped to the roof, doubling its length. And a gorgeous little terrier cross called ‘Beeper’!

everybody say "ahhhh...."

A splash of colour

Yesterday I woke from my siesta to the sound of wind whistling through the cypress tree that grows just outside my bedroom. I rushed straight out, my thoughts firmly on closing the cold frames, looked up and was astounded.

People often write, mainly in clichés elegant or otherwise, about the ‘intense’ ‘dazzling’ ‘mesmerising’ blue of the sky in Provence. Coming from London where the sky is often just a grey smudge between buildings, I tend not to pay much heed. Yesterday was different. 

Suddenly the normal view of rolling foothills, (the last of the Alps as they crash haphazardly down to the Mediterranean, their feet lost in haze), was gone. Instead, a flattened and sharpened view, almost as if it had suddenly become 2D - hard angles everywhere of jutting cypresses and their deep shadows. The customary smudge of sea fading to sky across the horizon replaced by a hard blue line, Prussian Blue sea to azure sky.

So, ‘this is the Mistral’ I thought. It’s the wind that drove Van Gogh mad - but here, sheltered as we are by the escarpment, we escape its worst effects almost entirely. But I'm still gobsmacked by the way it changes the light and how clear it makes the air. When it was at its height, Corsica appeared in the far distance - which according to Google Earth is over 100 miles away!

Already bright colour suddenly become supersaturated - the whole world looks like it’s been photoshopped. Beautiful wild anemones in shine deep red in the meadows and I made a surprising discovery digging the potager - a turgid little bit of rhubarb sprouting shocking pink underground from a discarded root.

Nervous..

Ever wondered what £60-worth of Pelargonium x ardens looks like? 


Me neither. 


But here they are - see left.


It’s a wonderful plant, deep maroon flowers edged in finest scarlet. We got ours from the lovely pelargonium specialists Woottens of Wenhaston. Hopefully they'll look like this before too long: 

They're notoriously difficult to propagate and establish - hence the price. I’ve killed several in my time - it’s not like the bedding geraniums (zonal pelargoniums to the pedantic) which don’t mind you going on holiday. Over-watering, under-watering - this one will notice instantly and spite you by dying. Not just wilting a bit to make you feel guilty - but properly, expensively, dead.

So it was with great relief that I planted them out today, from their tiny, vulnerable-to-just-one-hot-afternoon 9cm pots, to big pots with Aeonium 'Schwartzkopf' for company. Its rich shiny blackish leaves will pick up the maroon in the petals. And very nice they look too.

All shook up.. Freshest Breath Ever

Mayor in Flowers. Note the <ahem>
appendages. Someone favour hunting?

Sunday brought us to the Violet Festival at the nearby village of Tourettes sur Loup. Warm sunshine and coachloads of Italian Grannies on a cross-border jolly.  Stall after stall of violet-related tat and vaguely edible violet related foodstuffs. And some fantastically misleading pot-pourri that looked like sweets and had names like ‘Acid Fruits’ and of course ‘Violet’


Which I, accidentally, ate.

Luckily for me so did the French bloke standing next to me. We both pulled faces worthy of an Edvard Munch painting and fell about laughing. Schadenfreude isn’t always justified but I think it was sufficiently mutual to not count against my karma this time!

I woke up later that night from a deep sleep, dreaming I was being shaken from my bed. As I woke I realised it wasn’t a dream and I was actually being shaken. Puzzled, I looked around the room to no avail.  The following morning the news proclaimed France’s biggest earthquake in sixty years, 4.9 on the Richter Scale. I felt a bit cheated having spent aaaages in New Zealand, one of the most seismically active countries on the planet, and having felt not even the teeniest tremble; and then to be shaken from my bed in an old French house below a huge cliff strewn with massive boulders, well....

Sharons in the snow back in Jan

ANYWAY... this is supposed to be a gardening blog so... what’s been going on... Well I had my first ‘acid test’ if you like... the chance to show what I know to instant effect.  On the terrace below the new vegetable garden there is a line of persimmon trees (sharon fruits), which had been horribly hacked in the past. The poor things had been brutally attacked and lost all their natural grace and beauty. It’s a statutory lesson in fruiting trees - to put it simply they only fruit once they’ve “finished growing” - i.e. they’ve established their framework of branches and settled down to the business of reproduction. Cut into them hard and they behave like petulant teenagers; they grow back fast, get gangly and achieve very little!

So under the watchful expert eye of C I began cutting away all this spindly leafy growth, to expose what was left of the structure of the trees and give the fruiting wood some space.

They look tonnes better but I know it will be a fight. It takes time for trees to recover from that kind of shock. I’ll be up a ladder in May rubbing out the buds of those pesky teenagers as they try to regain lost ground, but it’ll be worth it in the autumn - when with any luck the display of big, gaudy, waxy, bright orange fruits (true ‘Sharons’ of the fruit world) will be even better than last year’s. Wish me luck....

Before. Persimmon/sharon fruits to the left.

Better pic to follow!