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A Tax rose is but a rose by any other name - Page 66 - Carers UK Forum

A Tax rose is but a rose by any other name

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I actually wrote this post latish last evening and then forgot to submit it. I was summoned by my alarm system (mum’s old one) as dad started to have one of his choking fits again. Once I’d sorted dad out I’d completely forgotten about CUK. So when I say today below I actually mean yesterday as I can’t be bothered editing it… lazy cow that I am!

Today has been a Red Letter day. Not only did my ill bro FINALLY (after much hassling from me) receive his DWP PIP letter informing him that he still retains his higher rate for the Daily living component, but that he’s been awarded the higher rate for the mobility component too. He’d been stripped of this in the spring of 2016.
I’ll write more fully about this later as it may be useful to others. I might do that in the Benefits section of the forum instead of here.

Also today is the first day that after what feels like weeks of incessant gardening I could finally see it all coming together…. AT LAST! I’ve sometimes felt as though I’ve wondered into the set of a mix between the films Never Ending Story and Groundhog Day; only minus the goblins and groundhogs of course.

The back garden has been invaded en-mass by bindweed. I swear to god that the stuff grows inches in the night. It definitely wasn’t this high yesterday as this photo demonstrates.
back garden bindweed.jpg
Tomorrow I shall blitz it, with my motto being ‘Death to the bindweed.’ Any tips on how to control this pest WITHOUT using weed killer will be gratefully received.

But apart from the dreaded bindweed invader, other interesting looking green and sometimes purple/pinky things are sprouting up left, right and centre. Some are pointy shoots, some frond-like, others spiky, some serrated. It’ll be interesting to see what they all actually are?
With hindsight I should’ve made notes/drew diagrams of what bulbs/seeds I planted and where. That way I’d have some idea of what’s going on. But I didn’t, so I’ll just have to wait and see instead.

A couple of weeks ago, maybe three, dad and me pitched up at B & Q as they were having a sale of plants. We thought we’d got there early, but not nearly early enough as most of the plants were gone by then. We wanted to buy a load of red geraniums, but only ended up with the last tray of sorry looking pink ones instead… bummer!

It got worse. Dad’s obsessed with pansies and petunias, but annuals really irritate me. You spend ages planting them out and then they go and die on you, and you then have to start the whole rigmarole all over again the next year. Those annoying annuals have no staying power. I’m a perennial girl through and through. Dad bought loads of these pesky annuals, but I do like the sweet Williams he bought as well.
I wanted something very specific but couldn’t see any. A man from B & Q approached me asking if he could help.

Me: Yes please. I’m after a load of ebola. Do you have any?

B & Q man: Ebola? Are you sure that’s what you mean?

Me: Positive. It has dinky little blue flowers, like a cross between cornflower blue and cerulean with a dash of ultramarine at its heart. I’d like some for my rockery please.

B & Q man: I think you mean lobelia. Ebola’s a deadly disease.

Me: Well I knew it had a ‘B’ and an ‘L’ somewhere in its name... they do sound alike don’t you think? … Do you have any?

After all that I had to settle for a mix of white and mixed colours lobelias from a local shop as B & Q had sold out.
I’m glad of that now as I’m not a fan of B & Q’s ‘teabag technology.’ I think it’s rubbish. It’s supposed to make bedding easier and protect them. But the first half I planted with their teabags left on have nearly all died. But the second half I planted with their teabags removed have lived. Maybe I should sue B & Q for the trauma caused by the needless death of so many pansies and petunias?

The Arum lilies that we thought had died as they’d all turned to mush have sprung back into life and then some! They’re bigger than ever :shock:
back garden arum lilies.jpg
The rambling roses I though dad and my WB had butchered is growing well and I noticed rose buds on it for the first time today. One of my Blue Moon roses which I thought was dead now has green leaves on it. I’d put it on death row, but I’m glad I gave it a stay of execution instead of ripping it out and replacing it with Poached Egg plants.

When I was clearing, and digging over the front garden, I kept coming across huge bunches of tubers all clinging together. I didn’t want to throw them away, so I dug holes in the back garden rockery, plonked them in willy-nilly and left them to get on with it. Loads of little Arum lilies are now spring up. So that’s what those tuber things were.

But it’s not all hunky dory. My Lady Campbell camellia is dying I think. It’s certainly looking the worse for wear despite me putting it in a much larger pot.
Mum’s prized geraniums (some were over 20 years old) all looked dead to begin with. Some began to grow green leaves, others didn’t. I wanted to rip the leafless ones out and put new ones in their place. Dad begged me to give them a couple of weeks. So I put those on death row too.
But when the two weeks were up, and STILL no sign of life, I couldn’t bring myself to chuck them. So I put into effect my Lazarus plan by carefully digging up the sickly, slightly squishy boiled bone-like looking things, covered their roots in organic rooting powder, soaked the new soil/compost mix with double-strength Miracle Gro and re-planted them.
back garden dead geranium.jpg
Re-planted geranium (one of many) STILL dead after two weeks despite my Lazarus plan.
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The ones in the back ground looked just as bad yet are now thriving. A few days ago I reluctantly pulled up the dead ones and chucked them in the compost bin. They have not died in vain. I think that Miracle Gro stuff is over-hyped. It certainly didn’t perform any miracles on my, by now, composting old geraniums.

However, my 9 foot cutting (yes, 9 foot, not 9 inches), which I accidentally cut off from an unknown tree, is still thriving…. So far.
I put it in intensive care by placing it in a bucket of water. In this instance I think the Miracle Gro I added to the water did help here, and some of dad’s iron pills and multi-vitamin pills too.
It’s been in that pill enriched bucket of water for 16 days now and still no sign of drooping. Be interesting to see if it survives being transplanted into soil.

I think that’s enough of an update on my gardening shenanigans for tonight. Except for a couple of miscellaneous piccies.

My requisitioned ‘Work Station’ where I re-pot old plants, etc. I’ve ended up using that old chip pan wire basket possibly more than any other implement. It’s great for sifting old soil, and I use a normal eating fork too a lot for digging carefully around old roots prior to re-transplanting elsewhere.
back garden work station 1.jpg

The work station with my potted up Hollyhocks. These were droopy dying feeble looking things when one of dad’s mates gave them to me. They’re doing really well now. I was given about 40 in an old ice-cream container full of heavy clay soil. There are now only 21 left but they’re much healthier stronger seedlings now in my much more sandy, loamier soil (I’m learning the lingo.) That kiddie’s watering can my WB got me as a joke from H & B has actually come in really handy.
back garden work station 2.jpg
Back to today, as in Saturday NOT Friday. The sun’s shining, SM’s in Wales supervising the building of his parent’s ground floor extension which is to be their new bedroom, so no excuses not to get out into the garden and finish off Lake Grittifarter, amongst other things.

Chow for now... the sun and garden are beckoning. At this rate I might even get a tan and look less like an aging goth.
Sajehar, best non-chemical weedkiller that I know of is plain old white vinegar ! There are loads of tips on 'google', but I found this one for a friend just the other day

http://www.garden-counselor-lawn-care.c ... iller.html

just be careful where you spray/use it though as it kills everything it comes into contact with ! (but it's safe to use with pets and wildlife etc)
Hi Sajehar
Yes gardening is a Never Ending Story but hopefully not Groundhog day as every day should bring something different into bloom or growth.
Red geraniums will die if they haven't been kept frost/snow/rain free all winter. They are what is known as 'tender plants' that don't survive a British winter without help and shelter . These days most people treat them as annuals, i.e. grow in one season then chuck them out and buy again the next year.

You seem to be trying an awful lot in one year of gardening and it does take a few years to know what grows best where in your particular garden, a bit like some of us are happier in a certain wood while other like to bask on a beach.

Keeping notes will help, as do photos so when one of your babies now grows into something wonderful you can look back and see what is was a baby and can remember or look back in your notes for next year.

I attach a photo of a rhodedendron of mine which is now over 25 years old, has lived in 4 gardens, was potted for about 15 years and only over the past 3 years has shown to be the beauty she now is (she doesn't grow sideways, no idea why the pic is :roll: )

Patience, keep trying and you will be rewarded


Hi Susiequ

Your name defeats me. I've tried three times scrolling down to check I've spelt it right; each time I get it wrong. There's something about the combination of your name's letters that confuses the hell out of my brain. May I in future posts refer to you as Susi of the Q. I can remember that!
Anyway, that link about white vinegar was really interesting. I cleared most of the bindweed yesterday. Oddly enough, it's only in the back garden on the rockery. It's no where to be seen in the front garden (thank god) or elsewhere in the back garden.

I ever so gently, using a food fork, partially dug up the bind weed to expose the beginnings of it's underground white stem root bit (I daresay that has a scientific name.) I did this so's not to disturb too much the seedlings growing nearby it.
I then chopped off it's head/stem with scissors and carefully painted - WAIT FOR IT - with a small paintbrush - I can hardly bring myself to admit this - on the exposed fresh cut bit of the beginning of the root bit - Oh dear, confession time coming up now......

GULP! Here goes.........................................................................................................................................................................

There! I wrote it....MY CONFESSION.

I'd better write it out loud. I carefully painted the raw bindweed with Round Up weed killer.What a hypocrite I am. So much for trying to be a green-fingered Green.
But the sight of all that bindweed was too much for me. THEN I remembered that plastic bottle of Round Up lurking in dad's workshop, which I ear battered him over the evils of Monsanto and its evil weed killers. Didn't stop me using it though :pinch:
I've just sold my soul to the devil and I bet my plan doesn't even work. I bet the bindweed feed off the stuff and grow even more vigorously. Would serve me right!


Ace piccie of your well traveled Rodadandrum (Spell checker says Andromada :-??? )
I've had the same problem too with some of my piccie posts; only my ones appear up-side-down, not on their side. However, if you left click on your photo it will pop up the right way round. If you left click again, once it's popped up the right way round, it will enlarge even more and you can scroll around the photo.
It truly is a magnificent specimen. We've got loads of them as dad's obsessed with them. I want to turn a couple of them really blue as I really like blue flowers. I can do this with something called Alum, or aluminum phosphate (I think.) But you have to be careful with the concentrate as too much can burn the roots. Might give that idea a miss as I don't want to be responsible for frazzled rodawotsits.
Actually, I think what we've got loads of are hydrangeas not roddawotsits. I shall have to double-check. It's really confusing trying to remember all their names.

Any road up.... It's seven and the garden doth beckon. Specifically Lake Grittifarter.

Chow for now :kiss:
Sajehar my real name is Sue, so please use that if you find it easier !

You need acidic soil to keep hydrangeas blue - so you'll need an ericaceous compost and feed. There are some other tips here https://www.gardenista.com/posts/magic- ... nge-color/

MrsA - my soil isn't suitable for rhododendrons although I do quite well with the pink or white hydrangeas. I've bought a blue one this year but I'm growing it in a pot as I can control the soil acidity and, hopefully, keep it blue !
I've just had the devil's own job posting on this forum. Taken me the best part of an hour to suss it. Just as well it's the hottest part of the day so I don't mind staying indoors.
Every time I tried to copy & paste this post this Microsoft thing kept popping up, going on about micro security settings or something, and freezing my laptop. I don't even know what a micro/macro security setting is. I tried ringing both my nephew and SM to find out. Both were on answer phone. I worked it out in the end. It's because I used the symbol for degrees Celsius.... how stupid is that :-??? Microsoft are really rubbish if they won't let you use a bog standard, common all garden symbol like degrees Celsius.... Idiots :angry:

ANYWAY: STUFF MICROSOFT and their insane security crap...... Deep breath

MrsAverage is so totally right. Gardening is a never ending story, but it’s no groundhog day as every day is different. I cannot begin to put into words the warm, snugly pure pleasure feeling I get when I notice something sprouting/budding I’d previously planted.
It more than makes up for the failures/frustrations of gardening. These tend to happen more often than not with me and my red fingers. I think I can now upgrade my fingers to pink. Maybe by the year 3,000 I’ll be able to claim a green belt in gardening karate… who knows?

The following photos will be really boring to someone not into gardening. Come to think of it, probably to experienced gardeners too. In fact, ESPECIALLY to experienced gardeners. A case of, “Yawn, yawn…. Seen that, done, bought the tee-shirt.”
But to me they’re a crowning glory, a gold medal, an ACHIEVEMENT, no matter how small. I’m so proud of myself and my plants. Bit childish of me I know, but I even talk to them…. Out loud :blink:

‘Before’ picture of the garage ‘garden’ bit; dated 20th April, 3 wks ago.
front garden garage 1.jpg
‘After’ picture of the Garage Garden bit; dated 14th May this morning at 7am…. No space is wasted at Chez Sajehar’s#
front garden garage 2.jpg
That table frame thing my dad insisted I rescue from a skip in case, “It might come in useful,” is now doing service as part of my herb garden. So he was right, much as I hate to admit it. For once his mania for junk collecting and hording has come in useful.
The dark grey long box (a recycled plastic chest complete with its clip fastenings) had two rows of rocket in it germinating away (hopefully) and nasturtiums seeds at both ends of the chest box.
The two longer skinnier ones I rescued from the patio and repaired them with Gorilla tape. The flaking black painted terracotta one also has rocket (I love rocket unlike Greta) and nastirums (Spell Checker says nostrums) in it.
The green one is empty awaiting my plastic bag incubating basil to grow before I transplant the seedlings (if any) in to it.
The round terracotta pot has chives in it growing great guns; I’ve already eaten some in me salads.
The rest of my herb garden is outback in planters containing dill and more nasturtiums, not to mention me potential feverfew and useless, but pretty, red valerium.

I’m especially pleased with these pots. They were full of nothing but grass and weeds underneath the planter on the garage door.
front garden garage 3.jpg
I emptied the soil out, sifted it and added loads of my compost from the soon-to-be Dalek composter bin. I planted a load of gladioli and iris bulbs in them. I’ve no idea which ones are which till they flower.
I suspect the taller green ones are the mixed colour freebie gladioli as they were already sprouting when I planted them. I suspect the shorter/fatter reddish ones are irises…. I think! Wait & see job again.

My basil seeds in the plasie bag propagators (the green trays are the old containers for B & Q’s pansies/petunias.)
front garden garage basil seeds.jpg
I originally had them on the kitchen window sill but dad made a fuss so I moved them to my shower instead. They’re supposed to need to be at 25 degrees Celsius to sprout so I thought the kitchen window would be ideal for them.
Inadvertently, dad did me a favour as I later found out that they’re to be kept out of direct sunlight till they sprout. Well you can’t get more direct sunlight than a huge double-glazed window so my shower’s probably better. They’re still getting light just not a giant magnifying glasses worth!
That picture was taken nearly a week ago and only two of the titchiest seedlings you have ever seen have appeared. You practically need a microscope to see them. However, the seeds did come from the back of drawer and could be dead. Wait & see… again!

Alas alack, one of my hollyhocks died in the night. I’m now down to 20. I feel like I’m in the middle of an Agatha Christy book…. Then there was none.

Such are the trials & tribulations of us wannabe apprentice gardeners.

I’ve had my bacon buttie and hour long mid-day break now. So back to the front garden out of dad’s way. He’s sunbathing out back and NEVER stops making suggestions AFTER the event… drives me nuts.
I’m tempted to take the battery out of my doorbell/pager so’s I can work uninterrupted. But knowing my luck he’ll have an angina attack and I’ll be none the wiser. Better not. I shall take solace in the thought that hydrangeas don’t speak back#
Talking of which I’ve got a huge 56 litre bag of Vitax ericaceous compost to blue ‘em up with, as suggested by 'She Who’s Name I Can Never Spell' and I shall henceforth call Susi the Q after the fabled, magnificent Susi Quatro of 70’s fame, if Sue doesn't mind? I was a huge fan of SQ, Sue may not be.
It’s raining today, and today was to be my final day on the garden regarding the ‘heavy’ work and planting out. TYPICAL!

Also dad’s had a right cob on today simply because he can’t sit out in the sun pretending to be ‘head gardener’ whilst issuing edicts left, right and centre which, in the main, I promptly ignore.
I maybe a gardening ignoramus but I refuse to take orders from someone who thinks tulips are lilies and who was actually thinking about getting our lawns astro-turfed :shock:
Thank god the cost put him off.

Perhaps because of the damp this morning, his hands had practically totally ceased up and it took me over half an hour of massaging them with the Arnica gell to get them loosened up just a bit.
Dad swears by this Arnica gell. I’m not convinced. I personally think I could massage his hands with old cooking oil and it would have the same effect as I think it’s the massaging that does the trick.
Still, he’s either right or, more likely, he believes in this stuff so much that the placebo effect kicks in. Powerful stuff is the placebo effect. Either way, his hands do loosen up. Plus the Arnica gell smells a lot nicer than old cooking oil.

I’ve noticed a definite shift in dad’s health. His good days are getting better than previously. He can now walk very sprightly and for longer than previously on his good days. I think having lost nearly a stone in weight since January helps on that front. But he still can’t kneel at all, and still finds just bending and stooping very difficult even on his best days.

However, I’ve also noticed that his bad days are worse than before. It’s taking longer and longer for him to loosen up on his bad days, plus he’s getting more frequent, and worse, angina attacks than before. Don’t get me wrong, the angina attacks are still few and far between… but even so. I think another appointment at the heart hospital is called for. Perhaps another adjustment to his heart meds?

Persuading dad of that is another matter as he’s in denial. He still thinks he’s a super fit, indestructible 20 year old Royal Marine commando and not an octogenarian well past his biblical three score and ten, not to mention his more modern sell by date.
A part of me actually admires his gung-ho, I can do anything attitude. Another part of me wants to throttle him for being so damn bloody-minded and impractical.
His 20 year old self could indeed chuck around 100 weight (50 kilo) bags of stones (for soak-away replacement) as if they were 1 kilo bags of flour. But his near 84 year old self – with an inoperable hernia to boot – cannot WITHOUT doing himself an injury.
That’s what much younger men (my well bro) and myself with lifting gear is for, for god’s sake!
In that respect, he’s actually a lot more difficult to care for than mum ever was.

That’s my whinge of the day done with.

It’s annoying that I’ve got the day off today till my WB brings dad back from his Sis’s late this afternoon, and it’s STILL drizzling. So I decided to get on with my idea for calcium enriched compost.
But before I describe that, can anyone tell me what these pink things are? I woke up this morning to find the back garden covered in what looks like pink snow.
back garden rose snow.jpg
They must come from this ginormous tree overhanging our back garden. It’s bad enough we get engulfed by dead leaves in the autumn from it, but to shower us in pink snow in the spring is taking the piss!

A while back Susi Q mentioned using bone meal as a fertilizer. So I thought I’d grind up old bones in my coffee grinder. But it’s so cheap to buy I settled for Doff’s blood, bone and fish meal fertilizer instead.
Anyway, as preparation work for turning my composter bin into a Dalek, I’ve been emptying it. The stuff I haven’t used is stored in bins/buckets around the garden until I can put it all back again. I kept coming across broken eggshell bits. Some must have been getting on for four years old and STILL hadn’t broken down into calcium as they’re supposed to do.
So, whilst I was sifting my compost to get the good stuff, I’ve been separating the eggshell bits out which really, really, really nark me off. They’re dead sharp and hurt when you grab a handful of compost.
At the rate these eggshells are breaking down it will be the next Ice Age before they release their minerals, and wot not. So I thought I’d speed up the process by grinding them up in me coffee grinder. Grinding bones is an idea too far even for me. But eggshells are a different story.

My eggshell grinding set-up. I’ve also been collecting eggshells and drying them out under my bathroom sink. I can categorically state that they do not smell at all when drying out. Dad thought they would and banned me from putting them under the kitchen sink; hence using my bathroom instead. Dad’s big on banning me from doing stuff in his kitchen.
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Had to transfer my eggshell pulverisation to outside, and wear a mask, as the grinder doesn’t half create some eggshell dust.
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I’ve done them all now, and have a full ice-cream container to add to my compost. It weighs a surprising amount considering it only contains micro-milled eggshells. With the powdered eggshells, and the Duff’s Organic Compost Activator (99p from H & b) I’m going to add to my compost, it’s going to be seriously boss stuff by this time next year.
By the way, that leaf on the table is from the tree that’s been pink snowing on our back garden. Maybe that leaf will help identify what kind of tree it is? If anyone knows, please let me know. SM would know but he’s still in North Wales.

Talking of which, I had just finished bottling up, and labelling, my dried out Maybe Feverfew when SM rang earlier this morning.

SM: Should be back either tomorrow evening, or Friday morning.

Me: Is it worth coming back….

SM: I’m not staying there this weekend. The workmen should’ve finished all the plastering and snagging by tomorrow evening. I thought maybe we could spend the weekend after next there? Should be good weather and…..

Me: Nice one! I could do with a proper break; I’ll sort something out with WB. Will you need a hand decorating the extension?

SM: Absolutely not; you’re under strict instructions to relax and re-charge your batteries. I’ve got a local man coming in to do all that when the plaster’s dried out. So what have you been up to in my absence?

Me: Loads. I’ve just bottled up me Maybe Feverfew, and guess what? It smells dead like pot now.

SM: You’ve just bottled a pot?

Me: Don’t talk daft. It smells like pot. You know…. Whacky baccie, weed, grass, dope…

SM: You mean marijuana?

Me: Took you long enough to click. Might try smoking it to see what happens.

SM: Dear Lord in heaven….. You don’t even know yet if it is Feverfew and you’re going to risk smoking the damn stuff?

Me: Only a few puffs….

SM: A few puffs is all it takes. You’re already a regular at AA, I don’t want you becoming a member of Narcotics Anonymous as well. Besides what if it’s that hemlock?

Me: I think you have to drink hemlock to kill you, like it did Plato, not smoke it… or was it Aristotle?

SM: You THINK; it would help if you KNEW before messing around with unknown substances. It was Socrates by the way, and they didn’t have smoking in Socrates day….

Me: Not tobacco, but I bet they smoked joints with herbal baccie.

SM: Possibly, but I bet they didn’t attempt smoking Maybe Feverfew!

Me: If it is feverfew, I could’ve discovered a legal high… maybe?

SM: Promise me you won’t be attempting to smoke your unknown plant.

Me: I promise not to if you promise to take me to that lobster café on Anglesey.

SM: It’s a deal!

He, he, he! I wasn’t going to smoke it anyway – I was just thinking about it – and now I’ve wrangled a lobster meal. Black-mailing, exploitative little cow that I am :evil:

My first ever jar of witchy woman stuff, as yet unidentified until it flowers. The ones still in the ground that is, obviously. It would take a miracle on a par with feeding the 5000 to make my jar of dried something or other to flower now.
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The sun’s attempting to shine now, and I’ve got 14 tree lilies to plant. I thought dad had just ordered 5 of the white ones on special offer. He only went and bought 3 each of the other 3 types too, also on special offer.

Now where’s my dibber/dobbler – or whatever you call the hole making stick thing – as those tree lily bulbs aren’t going to plant themselves.

Chow for now X
Mines coming a treat now - all the wet weather has certainly had an effect !!!

Back Garden
Front Garden
My lovely Acer tree in the front garden
Susi Q
Your garden is the biz. It’s so colourful and neat and lawnful; I’m dead jealous.
So far, mines just a sea of green, especially with that bloody bindweed that I’m fighting a losing battle with. Even the heavy artillery of Round Up hasn’t made a blind bit of difference to the bindweed. After the rain it’s started growing back again.
I don’t class a few manky petunias and over-blown pansies as colour and as for our lawns, I’ve all but wrecked them. But as I’ve pointed out to dad you can’t make omelettes without breaking eggs, or grinding them into powder in my case. Plus nothing that a bit of grass seed and time won’t sort out.
Maybe next year I’ll have something to show for all my hard work in the garden.

In the meantime, I can categorically and officially, with proof, state I now have Green Fingers 8-)
green fingers.jpg
At least until the white spirits wipes off the Dulux Weathershield green gloss paint I used on a trellis I made from scraps & off-cuts of wood. It was getting late and dark, and I could hardly see, plus I was rushing like mad to get the damn thing painted so I was slapping it on rather than painting it.
This paint is so old that it still has the ICI (Imperial Chemical Industries) logo on it. Dulux (stands for Durable Luxury, unless that’s an urban myth) was sold by ICI to Crown, or maybe Berger, in 2007. So that paint is at least 11 years old; probably older, if I know dad. I told you he was a hoarder.
I took that photo on Auto so it looks more bluey green than the pure green the paint actually is.

Anyway….. earlier this evening on the blower.

SM: At least your mobile’s reception is fine. I’ve had to use my parent’s landline as there’s no signal whatsoever right now.

Me: Euonymus Fortunei.

SM: Pardon?

Me: That’s the name of that shrub I like so much; the variegated one, nick-named Emerald Gaiety.

SM: I take it you’ve been posting pictures on that gardening forum again?

Me: You bet. But it could also be a Pittosporum. I like the sound of Emerald Gaiety better though, so that’s what I’m calling it.

SM: I don’t think you can just pick and choose what you call plants just because you prefer one name over another, can you?

Me: Why not? Who the heck’s going to know the difference?

SM: An experienced gardener perhaps. Or a shrub expert or…..

Me: Apart from experienced gardeners and shrub experts, and how many of those have you met lately, nobody else will know what an Emerald Gaiety actually is. I could call it a Teal Silver Shadow and they’d be none the wiser. SOOOoooo Emerald Gaiety it is.

SM: If you mentioned a teal Silver Shadow most would think you were talking about a green blue coloured Rolls Royce not a shrub. What on earth is the point in trying to find out the names of plants if you’re going to change their names.

Me: But I’m not changing its name. It’s just as likely to be an Anonymous Fortuni shrub as a Pittsburgh whatever one; they look very similar when you google images of them. Anyway, I also found out what those magentary drippy flowers are; it’s called a Canpenula. A Russian one too; Porche-arse-kyaker or something. I’ve got Ruskies camping out on my rockery and in my boarders. How cool is that!

MS: Typical left wing response. I wouldn’t get too excited; they’re very common.

Me: Who? Russians or Canpenulas?

SM: Both!

Me: Typical right wing response.

The gardening forum is ace, but it can take what feels like forever to get answers as they moderate all posts before allowing them through. So are there any shrub experts on CUK?

Here’s the piccies I posted.
front garden variagated bush.jpg
front garden varigated bush close up.jpg
Does anyone know whether it’s an Emerald Glory or Pittsburg one? By the way, I just noticed today that an identical shrub (tree really) in my B& B sanctuary has flowers on it now. I can’t take a photo of them now as it’s way too dark, but they’re darkish pink on the outside of the petals, very pale pink inside but with dark pink hearts. Very pretty indeed!
P.S. to Susi Q

What are those deep bright pink flowers in your penultimate photo. I want some! Gimme, gimme, gimme :cheer:
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