These new borders are filling out, but this photo hides a multitude of sins behind, where the ground is still not prepared for the various trees and hydrangeas I have planned for this end of the garden. Here we have the very young betula jacquemontii guarding the entrance to this pathway down the garden, melissa officinalis (lemon balm to you and I) frothing beneath, paeonia delavayi lutea (tree peony) and stachys byzantia (lamb's ear) to the left, crocosmia lucifer behind and nepeta 'walkers low' to the right, and foxgloves popping up all over the place, curtesy of mother nature.
Leycesteria formosa or pheasant berry just coming into flower on the other side of the path.
I love this combination, the anchusa azurea with the lychnis coronaria or rose campion that I remember so well as a child.
Self sown poppies and foxgloves play a big role in this garden
But the star of the show right now is the rose pergola which knocks the socks off anything else in the garden. You only have to stand at our front gate to be hit with the stunning fragrance of these roses, and the display is simply breath-taking. I am convinced that the pink rose to the left is New Dawn, it was taken as a cutting from one in my parents' garden and they don't know the variety, but it is so similar in form and timing to the New Dawn I planted up the side of the out-house. The creamy yellow one again was taken as a cutting from an unknown rose in my parents' garden, and the little pink rambler is Paul's Himilayan Musk. The other rose on this pergola, which I must photograph and post before the season is out, is the bold and blowsy Compassion. All completely contrasting roses, which strangely complement each other very well, all producing this great mass of fragrant blooms. June is the very best of months for roses.
