Life must be filled up

At one end of my garden there is a land anomaly of some sort, probably an ancient boundary. It means that the hedge dividing the garden from the meadow comes to an end and a modern fence has been put up in the corner. It used to have four awful buddlejas in front of it but I soon got rid of those nuisances. Last year I decided a Clematis montana was what I needed to cover the horrid bare space quickly, so I bought a white one. Or so I thought. The same year, it put out double pink flowers. I was quite cross and complained to the garden centre. The chap I spoke to looked at my photo and said immediately, ‘That’s ‘Boughton Star’.' After he'd checked on my card that I had really bought an allegedly white clematis, we came to an agreement over compensation.

The plant grew like mad; at one time I was having to train it every single day. As you can see from the pic below, it’s made good progress in just one year. I just wish it were white.

This morning's post was grumpy and private. Here's something more jolly.


( more flowers )