Zia and I visited Crews Hill this morning to buy plants and garner inspiration. The last couple of days I’ve had Jim the Irish carpenter doing a bit more work in the garden; he finished off the last raised bed framing them with recycled wooden sleepers. He can’t properly finish the work however as a ton, yes literally a ton, of rubble has been tipped into the corner of my garden by one of the characters who lives next door in the council flats. This guy is a hoarder and deposits his ‘finds’ in the local area, like a magpie. The council are dragging their feet about removing the rubble. So we wait.
I’m a big blousy girl and I think Zia is a little more classy than I. I’ve recently ordered clematis, which are a bit of a fetish with me, and everytime I go for the big garish blooms with Stupa like layers, extraordinary and surreal, whereas Zia veers towards tinier daintier flowers.
I got a kick out of these vibrant primroses this morning. There is something very 50s and suburban, a little bit municipal even, about these flowers in their Mad Men colours. I’d quite like to do a whole garden like that, in really ‘bad taste’.
Actually I love the idea of a bad taste garden, although I draw the line at painted heathers (see http://www.gardenworldimages.com/Details.aspx?ID=185971&TypeID=1&searchtype=simple&contributor=0&licenses=1,2&sort=REL&cdonly=False&mronly=False for an example).