And while we’re talking about gardening, the mignonette – properly alyssum – is also flourishing. The seedlings I planted in the bed with the agapanthus are cheerfully escaping and growing through cracks in the paving. R-i-g-h-t. I can just about deal with that, because the violets are every bit as riotous. There’s no stopping them or getting them to do what Dr B wants them to. When he was rebuilding the pergola, he asked me to transplant violets at the other end of the bed, to stop them getting trampled. I tried, but they all died. The ones that are now growing profusely at the other end of the garden bed are leftovers from long ago: totally irrepressible and growing where they want, not where Dr B wants. The cheeky things.
I also grew some mignonette I grew from seeds – yea, verily, seeds stuck into the ground, not already thriving seedlings. They are part of the garden along the back wall, the one where I transplanted all those irises. And, uuh, yeah. They’ve escaped. It hasn’t been entirely gardening weather, and there are days at a stretch where I’m really only outside for a quick dash up to the cabin and/or for laundry purposes, often early in the day or quite late. Either way, I’m focused on where I’m putting my feet and not looking around at much else in what are generally low-light conditions.
Partly because of water restrictions, but also to encourage good runner growth on our lawn varieties, Dr B hasn’t been mowing as frequently as you might think he should. Well. This is what I noticed the other day when I was attending to some laundry during a sunny spell. The mignonette is thriving, thank you for asking!
May your garden adventures also be rewardingly riotous, or even riotously rewarding 🙂