Plant Power

I’ve always loved plants. There are keen gardeners in abundance in my family tree, so I guess it’s in the genes, but I suppose I’ve learnt the most from my parents, whose horticultural efforts always result in amazing displays of colour and design in wide, sweeping beds that would be the envy of any grand country house.

Rambling cottage gardens kept in check by a box hedge, or a low wicker fence appeal to me. That lovely profusion of stately lupins, alongside weedy forget-me-nots, feathery carrot fronds, the pointed leaves of tarragon, and a deeply scented Bourbon rose. And you can’t beat a Hydrangea, with their big fat mop-heads that change from lush blue to magenta, or brilliant white to antique rose, as the season turns from summer to autumn.

Hydrangea

House plants are just as important in my life, there’s at least one in every room of the house. Two years ago I rescued an Umberella plant (Schefflera arboricola), from outside a house – I had to park the car awkwardly and run back to get it, but it was displaying a large sign that said ‘please take me’ – so what could I do? It turned out to have a serious case of scale bug that made the leaves all sticky, so I treated it, and cut it down in size – to gradually re-shape it. Sure enough it began to thrive and now looks amazing.

Umberella Plant

I would like to have a lovely delicate maidenhair fern (like my mum), but having killed at least two within a few weeks, I’m a bit nervous about subjecting any others to my care. What I do well with is Streptocarpus. I discovered some beautiful different varieties which I bought as plugs from Dibleys Nurseries (www.dibleys.com), they flower constantly for about eight or nine months of the year.

Streptocarpus

Not surprisingly plants feature hugely in my fictional writing. My book The Madonna Lily, is the result of suffering from car sickness as a child. Sounds strange, but I was always told to ‘look out of the window’, whenever I felt sick, and so to also relieve the boredom of long journeys – I imagined a world where plants grew over the top of houses and roads, reclaiming the world from men.

Nowadays, it seems there’s always a book on herb use, or trees, creating fragrance, medieval gardens and such like, on my desk. I can’t imagine my writing life without plant power.

 

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About josieblueowl

I live a life as healthy and well balanced as I can. I believe that is the best way to support my creativity, I'm definitely not a person who thinks you should suffer to produce good work. I walk, meditate, read, garden, cook and try to write with honesty, and to the best of my ability.
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3 Responses to Plant Power

  1. mike & anne todd says:

    Oh yes I did read this this morning and thought it lovely. Gardens are so time consuming and back breaking, but can one live without them, that’s the question! Even Nan at 93yrs, said that she missed hers dreadfully. Xx

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  2. Brigitte says:

    Thanks , I have recently been looking for information about this topic
    for ages and yours is the best I’ve found out till now. But, what about the bottom line?
    Are you positive concerning the supply?

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    • josieblueowl says:

      Hi Brigitte,
      I’ve never had any problems with supply from Dibleys. They detail in their catalogue when certain plugs are available, and you have the option to accept something different if they can’t supply your exact choice. They also do a pot luck selection. Rex Dibley has written a wonderful book entitled Streptocarpus, which is available from their website. Once potted up, all my plugs flowered the following year. The only variety that I’ve had to nurture a little more is Sweet Melys. The variety Falling Stars flowers so prolifically, it’s amazing. All the best, Josie

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