I promised you Friday flowers every week and like the worst florist I've failed to deliver. Thank you though to all the contributors to the last 'Name that Bloom'. I've found myself walking out in to the garden with that slightly smug gardener satisfaction of 'I know what that is' now. In a few weeks time I'll be unbearable to myself, but please don't let that stop you helping me out today!
Yes, it is now a baking hot sunny Friday afternoon and what better way to enjoy it than identifying the following beauty? What's that? You'd rather a 'cider'? You must be mistaken. For those of you who appreciate there is more to life than this poisonous apple juice could you help me out with the following flower:
Again it's from my mum a couple of years ago and seemed to do ok in a pot, but I planted it in the shade at the back of the garden so as not to take up precious food growing space. Amazingly it's thriving and has reached an impressive height. I feel quite proud as it definitely doesn't get any sunshine.
So, points for its name and extra points if you can tell me about its natural habitat
This blog is all about the trials of an amateur kitchen gardener in Bristol, UK. If to be lazy is to be immature, then to grow your own food is surely the peak of maturity? Time to 'man up' and live the Good Life
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Name that bloom (#1)
It's Friday, the jet stream is heading north and summer is on its way. My boiler is fixed, my windows have been cleaned and I thought I should reflect my merry mood with a new challenge.
For the next few Fridays I'm going to post up a photo of a flower in the garden. I'll say now I have no bloody clue what these are, when I got them, or when I planted them. Most are gifts from my mum to which I probably said 'yeah ok', or are weeds.
Anyway, this one is definitely from my mum, I actually quite like it, but it tends to sit in its pot, flower, die, flower die. It's a bit of a temperamental things. I call it 'the teenager':
For the next few Fridays I'm going to post up a photo of a flower in the garden. I'll say now I have no bloody clue what these are, when I got them, or when I planted them. Most are gifts from my mum to which I probably said 'yeah ok', or are weeds.
Anyway, this one is definitely from my mum, I actually quite like it, but it tends to sit in its pot, flower, die, flower die. It's a bit of a temperamental things. I call it 'the teenager':
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- I only feel hapless because some people make it look easy to grow 10 ft marrows or a banquet of greens whereas my courgettes got nabbed by killer slugs and I only got one raspberry. So tips and stories from people less hapless than I are more than welcome. As a disclaimer though, none of my comments should be taken as expert advice on which you can rely! © Unless stated otherwise, and with the exception of guest content where that guest retains copyright, all photos and posts are the copyright of Tom Carpen and may not be used without permission.