So, a year or so ago, I was gifted with a car boot full of plants to help me hold territory against the encroaching wilderness.
Most of them got planted out in the weeks that followed – but I didn’t quite manage to find space for all the crocosmia by the time winter had come along, and I assumed that I had missed the chance to get them into the ground. Crocosmia are pretty tough (I should know, I spent several years trying to beat them back in the old garden) but no plant wants to spend a Scottish winter in an old recycling bin lined with black plastic.
Well, except crocosmia, which proved it is genuinely indestructible by not only surviving, but flourishing and is now flowering again.
I’m a sucker for anything that survives against the odds – especially something that does such a good job of cheering up August, when a lot of the other flowers are looking a bit tatty. So despite slight nervousness about its invasive tendencies, I have added it to a corner of the garden where it can fight it out with the buddleia, another plant that will still be with us come the apocalypse.
Which may well be some time next week, if the news is anything to go by.