We are enjoying the most wonderful weather -- sunny, dry, warmish, coolish at night. The brugmansia are giving forth their final blossoms of the season. They are breath takingly astounding in their size and abundance. And their fragrance is unbelievable. If I could bottle this delicate trace of gingery, rose I would wear it exclusively.
These flowers are all pot grown this year. Soon I will be taking cuttings to root for next year's crop. I still have the "mother" plant that I brought from my sister's as a cutting several years ago. There have been many generations since then. And she now has a new brugmansia in a pinkish color, a cutting of which I hope to bring back with me this trip out at the end of October.
The brugmansia pots were part of what I have named Pakki Island. For so
me unknown reason an area in the center of the back yard is an island of pachysandra. A couple of years ago I stuck in a couple of hosta transplants at the back edge. Then last year I planted one of my royal hostas in the center of the island. This year, hoping to draw some humming birds, I started experimenting with some perennials and two buckets of impatiens AND my brugmansia pots. I added a bird bath which the robins have enjoyed. And hummer feeders. But, alas, no hummers. I am ever hopeful.
These flowers are all pot grown this year. Soon I will be taking cuttings to root for next year's crop. I still have the "mother" plant that I brought from my sister's as a cutting several years ago. There have been many generations since then. And she now has a new brugmansia in a pinkish color, a cutting of which I hope to bring back with me this trip out at the end of October.
The brugmansia pots were part of what I have named Pakki Island. For so
me unknown reason an area in the center of the back yard is an island of pachysandra. A couple of years ago I stuck in a couple of hosta transplants at the back edge. Then last year I planted one of my royal hostas in the center of the island. This year, hoping to draw some humming birds, I started experimenting with some perennials and two buckets of impatiens AND my brugmansia pots. I added a bird bath which the robins have enjoyed. And hummer feeders. But, alas, no hummers. I am ever hopeful. It is time now to bring in the hummingbird feeders and scrub them up for next season. Come mid April or the beginning of May I will hand them out with newed hope. Barbara Crafton finally realised her dream of hummers last season after a few hopeful years, so there is precedent for hope.
