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You do usually remember who gave you what. I will certainly remember that my dear friend Moni gave me the crazily pretty David Austin Rosa ‘Boscobel’ (where Charles II hid in oak tree to escape Oliver Cromwell, in case you’re interested) – a rose I had been ogling for ages, I can tell you!
My son, who works in a nearby nursery, has given me some very special trees, including Gleditzia which glows like the sun, and a ‘family’ pear tree (‘Beth’, ‘Concorde’ and ‘Conference’) – this is a rather clever idea for saving space when three different varieties of pear are grafted on to one rootstock, which then becomes one tree – all three varieties fruit magnificently on mine.I believe there are fruit-growers who have managed to grow dozens of different varieties of apple all on one tree.

Laura has given me some real treasures over the years, although she knows they’ll have a dodgy future compared with all the pampering they have been used to. A stunning Cornus kousa has battled through all the neglect, having planted it in a pretty exposed position. This is a good gift for someone like me – any aspect, in sun or shade, very hardy, and liking a well-drained soil. It’s slow at first (and mine certainly was!) but now it’s six years old and has delightful white bracts all over it in late spring, and vividly bright autumn colour – a tree/shrub to put on your wish-list.
I have kept a handsome Astelia chathamica going that Laura gave me, and I even managed to keep a very pretty Isoplexis canariensis for a few years before I got blasé and left it out to face a nasty frost alone.
You know what it’s like when you have Great Aunt Mildred round for tea and you have to unearth all the knick-knackery she’s given you? Well, it’s always a little nerve-wracking when Laura peers round my

Yes Elaine is so right, a walk around my


At least half the plants in my

Exactly, the little plants I greedily squeeze into my hand luggage after a trip to Laura’s, all rosy-cheeked following their idyllic childhood in a Sussex polytunnel, look in need of a defibrillator or possibly euthanasia after a month in Scotland (three separate attempts with Euphorbia mellifera, our feature picturevthis week, after which I was in danger of being reported to the RSPCP. Much too cold on the East coast of the Scottish Highlands).
But it’s inexplicably peeving when someone says you can’t have a plant because where you are is too windy/cold/wet/chalky/acidy/snaily etc. Although you’ve moaned about these conditions on Facebook for months, suddenly you’re sure you have the ideal spot. Gardeners are truly gripped by a special endorphin when the prospect of a new-to-them cutting or seedling is in the offing.

Like my sisters I remember every plant given to me by friends and neighbours, some of whom are no longer alive (not because they were squeezed into my hand luggage, before you start to make any connection) and it’s lovely that their memory lives on in my
5 replies on “Gifts that grow on you – or not!”
Hi Laura, I visited Elaines recent open garden and we chatted for a while. There was a plant I liked which you were going to ask Elaine the name of….would you happen to now know? It was lovely to meet you. Jackie
Evening Jackie, yes I consulted the oracle and it was indeed what we suspected it might be – Onopordum acanthium or Scotch thistle, but rather a poor specimen if I might say as they usually reach a far more impressive stature (hope Elaine is not reading this….)
Happy gardening, Laura
Elaine here. It was a very young one, it’s bigger now…..!
Thank you for the blog on primula ‘ Dark Rosaleen’. Just got one in the Mail (post) to you. While looking on the inner net came across your blog, thanks for you informative blog.
Phillip thank you. It’s a properly classy little plant isn’t it!