Garden Notes: Something for Nothing

I write this to the roar of a tractor, as they're cutting hay in the meadow. Also the roars at Trent Bridge. Yay!*
What do I love most about gardening? Propagating plants, that’s what. As Beverley Nichols wrote in Down the Garden Path:
Do you not realise that the whole thing is miraculous? …Surely you would be surprised if, having snipped off your little finger, and pushed it into a flower pot, you were to find a miniature edition of yourself in the flower pot a day later?



Here’s my favourite pelargonium, ‘Lord Bute’ just coming into flower now. Three new plants from cuttings of last year’s one. Most of this year’s pelargoniums were propagated from last year’s.
*written before Pietersen threw his wicket away. Again.
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