Oh it's been a lovely afternoon, with a bit of late summer sun and to the garden-I-will-go. Those asters have been bugging me. Don't ask me how (they weren't there last year) but they came up in the very front of a raised border so that look very awkward towering above the otherwise rather lovely foliage plants in that bed. Plants can do that you know. It might be you moved something last year or this spring and unwittingly took a handful of roots from another plant. Eh voila! A lovely plant bang in the wrong spot. However, this aster is gorgeous, in full flower and are alive with bees and vibrant colour.
'So leave them be, until after flowering, says I to myself."
Guess what? I can't . I cannot take my own advice. They annoy me so much. Have just dug the lot up, replanted them with lots of water and a wee bit of chicken manure. By morning I will expect to see an overall wilt and the plant looking rather sorry for itself. But I'm letting the bees have one more afternoon of abundance, then I shall cut the plant back by a third, to allow it to make new root growth this autumn and the display will be unimpaired and glorious next year.
So I say unto you what the pilot announced to the cabin on my recent flight after a rather a suspect landing at Heathrow;
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm sorry for that rather bumpy landing; you win some, you lose some, and I certainly lost that one."
Love Lucy xx
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