I don't know when I planted this anonymous version of Viburnum Bodiensis. I know I planted the cultivar Dawn in the back garden sometime after 1995 but this shrub in the front garden may have been here when we arrived in 1967. If it was, then it kept a very low profile. Even after its cousin Dawn filled the air with perfume, I just regarded this older version as a plant that did little to earn its keep. However, over the past two winters it has really come into its own. Yesterday evening, November 2nd, as I walked through the front garden on my way home from a writers' group meeting, alerted by the powerful vanilla fragrance, I looked up to find the whole shrub covered in bloom. This viburnum's perfume has become the highlight of my November.
However, this morning the rest of the garden was doing its best to persuade me that we were still in September with the beds bursting with dahlia colour even though some plants have been blown to the ground by the fierce October gales. I don't think, this late in the year, if it is really worth while re staking them.
November 15th and the dahlias show frost damage at last, sufficient to mar their display but perhaps insufficient to justify digging them all up up as the lower leaves are still unblemished so the tubers won't be recalling the nutrients for winter storage. I need to remove them however so I have room to plant out the tulips.
The sickly pine tree has been cut down at last. The tree surgeon who felled it is a keen wood turner and amateur carpenter. He created planks for six sturdy benches from the trunk, all beautifully planed. My daughter received two large round wooden bases for plant displays. The rest of the tree went through a machine with a giant hopper at one end and a chimney that blew the resulting shreddings straight into the back of a lorry.
26th November. The raspberries have been fruiting all month. Today I still managed to pick 4 ounces of ripe , solid fruit.