Note to self: plant nerines next year. I’m not really keen on their granny pink, but I’ll forgive anything that flowers its socks off in the dark days of November, when everything else is giving up the ghost. These have flowered for weeks and are much more robust than they look – they’ve been unpeturbed by the St Jude storm and numerous heavy downpours.
I think this is what’s known as a ‘riot of colour’.
I once glimpsed an elderly gentleman in the doorway of this unusual house on a busy main road (Lordship Lane), so I presume this garden is his handiwork. It has some spectacular displays in the summer and autumn – mostly dahlias, with some roses, sunflowers and morning glories thrown in. This year there are lots of nerines, too. When the show’s over everything is cut down/dug up – so much so that in the winter months you could walk past it and forget it’s there. Then in spring, the garden consists almost entirely of wallflowers. Look closely and you’ll see that they’re already in place among all the late bloomers.
It’s a bit of an unconventional way of gardening by today’s standards – most of us are going for year-round interest, structure etc etc (not to mention a parking space) – but there’s no denying that it’s pretty special in its own way.