Oh I can't be bothered with this; woke up at 4am with an incredibly sore right foot where I had a "stress fracture". I decided to hobble to A&E (Like ER, my American friends, only free) because my doctor's surgery is closed on Thursday afternoons and I needed to see someone immediately.
The embarrassing thing is I'd had an appointment at the fracture clinic yesterday morning and without x-raying it or having a good poke and prod, the surgeon discharged me after a 90 second consultation, which I was happy with as I was no longer in pain unless I jarred it accidentally.
And then this: the whole foot throbbing like a cartoon thumb after a comedy incident involving a hammer. So I went to Bart's and didn't have to wait long to have an x-ray and a consultation with a nurse practitioner (kind of like a cross between a doctor and nurse, I think). She showed me the original x-ray and even I could see it was actually broken; snapped in two like a piece of unfashionable table leg at a bonfire. The pain was a delayed reaction to my little hike round Kew and our heavy duvet. So they apologised profusely for making such a fundamental error and sent me on my way with a "helpful" list telling me how to reduce the swelling (take ibufrofen and don't move ever again is a fair summary). This is not practical, so I am waiting for a Dr Marx, distinguished surname, to arrive at my house to prescribe some strong painkillers before the chemist shuts...
...Which he did, which is why the rest of this post probably won't have any punctuation or make much sense.
I got the irritating/exciting red card from the Post Office saying "You're parcel is too big to fit in the letterbox so we flogged it and went down the boozer". Actually, they usually don't say anything at all except the name. And they don't ring the bell, I know because I've stood at the window, beside the buzzer, and watched them fill in the card. Surely it takes longer to fill in the card than to deliver it?. Still, at least they didn't take what was obviously an LP and "fold" it so it would get through the letterbox, as happened to a friend. He's had that twice now and one of them was a very rare Never Mind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols from far flung lands. I know because I sent it.
|A huge box for one tiny little plant!|
So I was down the depot the next morning at 7am sharp since I'd been awake since 4 (not with excitement, with career-threatening insomnia. It had said on the card that it was too big for the letterbox which is a good sign (otherwise it's probably a new credit card). And it was a package from J.Parker, the Dutch bulb specialists, containing a hell of a lot of packaging and one plant, well packed, of Fritillaria assyriaca.
|It arrived in a very open, peaty compost so if that's what it needs, that's what I shall have.|
|And a little shoot to prove there's more to come...|
|A top dressing of gravel to keep the stem dry and prevent ugly splashback when watering|
What did arrive was five tiny packets of joy.
So there we are, five little bags of beauty (well, not yet but in spring ...)
|Iris Svetlanae, said to be quite easy but we'll see! Photo: SRGC|
The Iris is a stunning new juno native to Central Asia. It has This compact, stocky growths composed of short but broad, glossy green leaves clustered around the central tube which supports a large golden yellow flower borne very early in the year. In effect this is like a golden yellow Iris nicolai. I'm going to grow it under glass until we become a bit more familiar with each other, and I've tried the planting method where the chunky roots sit in the compost but the bulb in a layer of grit. The idea is to protect the bulb from sitting in damp compost. it also has a thick collar of grit to protect the stem.
|Start with plenty of drainage|
|The roots sit in sharp compost mix|
|So, we then fill to the top of the bulb with more grit, the theory being that this protects it from cold, damp compost, although those poor chunk roots have no such luxury|
|Fill to 1cm from the top with more free-draining compost and then top off with grit the height of the pot|
|Notholirion thomsonianum. With many thanks to the copyright holder, whose site is in Japanese, a language I don't read!|
|Fritillaria kurdica "Talysh"|
Speaking of which: more tulip tragedy!
|Another pot of tulips and violas hass taken a tumble|
|At least the tulips are getting a move on|
While we're on seedlings, the Iris douglasiana hybrids are coming up like cress now, they're are at least 20 s not all of which I'll have room to flower on Nicky's alllottment but they don't take up much room, horizontally at least, so I can keep plenty on the roof in plastic pots to help keep them in their beloved moisture, along with the assorted sibiricas.
|You count the Iris douglasiana hybrids! I keep getting to twenty-something, and twenty-something else the next time!|
Until the next time, the plantboy x