In a Vase on Monday: September Stars and an Anniversary

I got a message from WordPress the other day to congratulate me on my blogging anniversary. Guess how many years….

Nine!

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My goodness, how time flies!

To celebrate I am sharing my vase of asters today for Cathy’s meme (Rambling in the Garden).

The purply pink ones are a novae-angliae aster called Septemberrubin.

The white ones are what they call wild asters here, but are actually Erigeron, growing on the edge of the woods and at the roadsides.

Naturally I had to add a few grasses. After all, it IS September and they are at their peak; Miscanthus, Panicum and Pennisetum.

 

The wonderful September weather is set to change soon, so I am busy outdoors the next few days to make the most of it. Looking forward to some rain though. 😉

Have a good week!

 

 

Cheerful Tuesday: Under the Plum Tree

I ran out of time yesterday to cut flowers for the Monday meme ‘In a Vase on Monday’ hosted by Cathy at Rambling in the Garden. But when we arrived at our friends‘ garden for an afternoon visit (in glorious September sunshine 😃) they had this on their garden table beneath a tree laden with ripe plums.

We had a lovely afternoon and I was able to pick some plums for a crumble today. 😉

The flowers were picked from a strip of wild flowers sown by the farmer on the edges of his field… a project sponsored by the government (EU?) to attract pollinators.

Have a lovely Tuesday!

In a Vase on Monday: Bye Bye August!

The last week of August has brought us relief from the heat and lots of rain, and the garden is suddenly looking sort of ‘in between’: like summer is over, but autumn hasn’t quite got going. I am dithering about cutting down zucchini and tomato plants, while wrapping up my basil at night as temperatures drop to single digits. The house martins I showed you last week are preparing to fly south. There is a saying here that they will be gone by September 8th, which in the Roman Catholic calendar is ‘Maria Geburt’ – the Birth of the Virgin Mary:

Am Maria Geburt fliegen die Schwalben furt’

And like so many of the old sayings here in Germany, it is still pretty accurate; last year I saw a few stragglers on the 9th but they left within a couple of days as well.

My Monday vase is reflecting the season perfectly this week, all the late summer golds and oranges once again.

The Golden Rod grows wild, just behind the fence, but pieces had been broken in the heavy rain at the weekend so I could easily reach over and pluck a few stems.

I decided to pick one of my sunflowers in the Herb Bed – next to my giant sunflower is another plant with a big stem with multiple flower heads. Not sure what sort though, as they all got mixed up when planting them out.

Then I added a red and a yellow Benary’s Giant zinnia, some Helianthus Lemon Queen, a Tithonia and some Rudbeckia, all from the Sunshine Bed.

Oh and some grasses. This one is Miscanthus Red Chief.

One more picture of the Tithonia… 😜

Thanks to Cathy at Rambling in the Garden for hosting this meme. Her vase is so sweet this week!

Have a great week!

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Scentsations

It starts in March, February if you are lucky. You are walking along the edge of woods in a bare and frosty landscape and suddenly… WHAM. A sweet floral perfume awakens your olfactory senses for the first time this year and the only flower in sight is a clump of Hepaticas. Hepaticas don’t smell of anything though, do they? You stick your nose in one and inhale. Nothing. But moments later another waft. It is magical and transitory.

Next the violets. I love them and hate them because I may smell the first one for a brief moment and then cannot detect a hint of the sweet violet perfume again. Apparently a trick our noses play on some of us. I envy people who swoon at the perfume they emit on a warm spring day.

Later, a bluebell wood in England. Then the lilacs in a friend‘s garden. The plum blossom on a neighbourhood tree.

And then the highlight of my spring, telling me summer has arrived and reminding me of the cordial, sorbet and pancakes I will be making – the elderflowers. The first hint of them in May crescendoes into a heady and intoxicating scent. I have never had elderflower champagne, but can imagine the taste. There are a lot of elder trees near us and their fragrance dominates for several weeks as plants in shadier spots open their flowers more slowly and later, lasting long into June. It sweetens on a warm day and in a very hot spell in early June it becomes almost overpowering. Mix that with the peonies and you are in heaven!

Oh yes, the peonies are nice too…

Another June delight: walking in the countryside on a warm day there is an occasional waft of a sweet scent similar to wild strawberries. It makes me look up and around and look again, really hard, at the wild flowers at the side of the footpath… Bedstraw? (Galium alba). Such an insignificant plant until it flowers. Like the Hepatica, if you go up to it and sniff, you probably won‘t smell a thing. Maybe you have to sneak up to it from behind to catch it!

I can enjoy the scent of roses, and like sweet peas too. But my favourite scent in spring or early summer has to be the elderflower.

What is your favourite scent on a spring or early summer day? Could you choose just one? 😉