DAY 74 (18 JUNE) – Mystery blow-in (Farnham)
There’s what you plan and what you don’t. Weeds – the plants you don’t buy at the garden centre – are like the birds of horticulture. They are anywhere and everywhere, landing where they choose.
Today was another one of relentless rain, making me look closer to home. These plants are everywhere in our internal courtyard. In with the clematis and in with the fuschia. But I have no idea what they are. Their heart-shaped leaves are a bit like a viola, but their colour is a bit like cyclamen.
And I’ve no intention of moving them anywhere – they go with everything. I suppose there are those who like weeds and those who like marigolds. I’m one of the former.