Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Hyacinth Bouquets


Olga and I found these bulbs sprouting on Hampstead Heath on Saturday. It's like someone planted a little spring bouquet -- a Hyacinth Bouquet! (Or Bucket?)

And how is it that hyacinths planted in the open in a park grow and bloom, while ours get devoured by pigeons?


Here's another nice hyacinth-and-daffodil assortment, growing in a small patch of earth surrounded by a parking lot. Someone definitely made creative use of bulbs in this tiny space.


Finally, just to show you that we're not complete losers in the bulb department, these hyacinths are growing outside our front door. They're the ones given to us by our friends Adam and Tim a couple of years ago. Pests don't bother our front garden nearly as much as the back -- I guess commotion in the street and the fact that it's a much smaller space keep them away.

Dave and I worked in the garden a bit on Monday -- we trimmed away some dead stuff, pruned our gangly geraniums and planted some seeds that I'd been saving in envelopes all winter. Some were poppy seeds collected from the purple opium poppies that Mrs. Kravitz grows next door, and some were hogweed seeds from Hampstead Heath. I've always wanted to have some tall, dramatic hogweed plants in the garden.

(I'm not talking about giant hogweed, which is a whole different matter -- those plants are certainly dramatic but they're also apparently dangerous and invasive. This page explains the difference between the two.)

Anyway, I have no idea whether any of these seeds will grow but I'm giving it a whirl. And we have more seeds still to get in the ground, including some sweet peas I picked from our vines last year. I gotta get moving on those.

We got a nice surprise when our council tax statement arrived the other day. Apparently we've overpaid somewhere along the line, and we don't owe any payments until September! How this is possible I'm not sure, especially when our monthly bill (£215) is more than we've been paying each month (£199). (When we first moved in here, almost four years ago, I set our bank account to make regular payments and never adjusted it, so apparently the tax increased at some point.) A co-worker told me that council tax, which goes to fund municipal services like trash collection, is only paid ten or eleven months of the year -- so maybe that's where we went wrong. We've paid every month. Anyway, as I said, it's a nice surprise.

Last night Dave and I went to a book-launching party for an acquaintance who's written a new novel. I bought a copy for the library, since she's affiliated with the school, but apparently the book is quite salacious so it may not be appropriate for student reading! I read some of the sexier parts of it to Dave last night after we got home, just for laughs -- it is definitely graphic. I hope, for our friend's sake, that it sells a million copies!

14 comments:

Yorkshire Pudding said...

"The librarian waltzed into the kitchen. There was a sultry expression on his tanned face. He slung his Moroccan leather jacket carelessly over a chair and ran his fingers through his non-existent hair. A husky American voice drifted into his designer kitchen from the sunny living room where a curvaceous woman was sprawled expectantly on the purple velour chaise longue.

"Come and get me tiger," purred Mrs Moon." - THE LOVE FACTORY by Elaine Proctor (page 69)

Jennifer said...

I love the smell of hyacinths (Hyacinth Bucket..lol!!!) but I've never heard of them being eaten, especially by pigeons of all things! Maybe you need a cat to chase the pigeons? Or would Olga chase the cat? :)

Vivian Swift said...

Ooo, I love the '70s typeface of The Love Factory...very "Valley of the Dolls". Your friend has a smart publisher.

I'm sure you have room for a pony in your back garden.

Colette said...

The colors of early spring bulbs are so dramatic and welcome! I'm glad you shared the difference between the two hogweeds. I was worried, as the only kind I've known about until now were the giant ones.

Ms. Moon said...

Excuse me, YP?

ellen abbott said...

I love that first picture with the 'wild' daffodils and hyacinths. I would think the owner of the flat would have to pay the council fees.

robin andrea said...

Love the colors of spring. Such a burst of life after the gray dark winter.

37paddington said...

Well that book certainly sounds racy. The cover is so retro in design--it reminds me of the Valley of the Dolls, which did sell a million copies!

Sharon Anck said...

I thought of Hyacinth Bucket immediately when I read your title. Those little patches of flowers in the park and the parking lot are both beautiful. Why the pests leave those alone and eat yours up is one of those great mysteries.

Catalyst said...

When we lived in Phoenix back in the 70's, we had poppies in our yard. Beautiful flowers. I never thought to harvestg the seeds though I did call them our opium flowers. We also had a castor bean plant, which can produce ricin that can be fatal to humans. Kind of sounds like Gahan Wilson's gardening, doesn't it?

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jenny_o said...

The pigeons vs flowers question has a simple answer - your garden has AMBIENCE! It's a five-star dining experience :)

e said...

To this day, when I see a Hyacinth or two, I'm left laughing at the silly, social climbing Mrs. Bucket and her beleaguered husband.

John Gray said...

That first photo was rather sad....a bit like a circle of wagons in a western