Almost June in The Fortnight Garden

It is almost June in The Fortnight Garden – five months of 2020 have already passed. I can’t believe we are already approaching the halfway point in the year. The Fortnight Garden has had a lot of attention and it is responding really rather well – it has certainly been a great help to me during this time. I rather assume my fellow gardeners also turn to their plants for calmness in a time of stress and concern.

Wild gladiolus

The Fortnight Garden at the end of May

The Fortnight Garden at the end of May – it is hard to believe we are nearly at the end of the fifth month of the year. In another four weeks we will be half way through 2020, a year which I don’t think anyone will ever forget. The wind has swirled around the garden this week, preventing me from doing very much and so I have been slowly finding my feet again after a diagnosis of IBS and a week of constant pain.

Autumn in Suffolk

The front garden is looking just as abundant as the back garden – in the evening light it looked more like high summer than autumn!

The front garden in the evening light
The front garden in the evening light

Anthemis 'Mayonnaise'
Anthemis ‘Mayonnaise’

There are some late roses – William Shakespeare and Graham Thomas

William Shakespeare

Graham Thomas

The bed which was replanted in the spring is working! The Rudbeckia ‘Goldsturm’ are marvellously vibrant – I may plant a few more in the spring – and the Japanese Anemones ‘Honorine Jobert’ are starting to clump in the shade of the hedge.

15-10-3 Monk Frith Garden LR-7382

The sedums are spectacular!

Sedum 'Autumn Joy'
Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’

Evening light

The light at the end of the day has a beautiful quality. The David Austin roses (‘William Shakespeare’ and ‘Graham Thomas’) are heavily in bud, and well-staked and sprayed, so I hope we will have a good show this year after the unkind weather last year.

Rosa 'William Shakespeare'
Rosa ‘William Shakespeare’

Rosa 'Graham Thomas'
Rosa ‘Graham Thomas’

I enjoyed the evening, and the flowers, with a glass of pink wine, but I would have liked to share the enjoyment. I remembered something a friend once said – ‘My soul is lonely’.