The thin blue line that runs tentatively through the gardening year has experienced an interruption here. Typically by now the Spanish bluebells would be in flower…
Read moreDay 91: purple gromwell
I left it too late to get to the nursery yesterday and, having a planty itch that needed scratching, threw my principles to the wind and headed to the DIY shed…
Read moreDay 87: first of the forget-me-nots
First sighting of forget-me-nots in bloom this week. It feels late – but looking back over previous year’s photographs, it seems about right for the end of March…
Read moreDay 151: forget-me-not no more
The final days of May have been filled with forget-me-nots, though fair to say they’ve looked better. But they’ve done their bit, served their purpose which, as any fule kno, is threefold…
Read moreDay 114: forget-me-nots and tulips
Forget-me-nots (Myosotis sylvatica) must rank high on the list of glorious self-seeders of which the over-zealous garden tidier might inadvertently deprive themselves…
Read moreForget me not
It’s true that, in this respect, while I know more than most non-gardeners, I often feel that I know considerably less than my horticulturally-inclined peers. In an excess of public feeling I’ve even been known to flaunt my ignorance before a keen amateur gardener, allowing them to bathe in the warm glow of feeling that invariably accompanies the knowledge that you have just ‘got one over’ an individual who, by virtue of their professional occupation, really ought to know better.
All this wordy preamble is really by way of setting the scene for last week’s plant-ID hiccup, which occurred when I got myself into a right old pickle over my Boraginaceae. This is a fabulous family if you’re fond of the colour blue*, including the forget-me-not (Myosotis spp.), lungwort (Pulmonaria spp.), vipers bugloss (Echium vulgare), and Brunnera macrophylla – all of them instantly recognisable, even by me. I’m fine with comfrey too, whether the tall, gangly wild comfrey Symphytym officinale – of smelly-leaf and compost-tea fame – or the much more dwarf, cottage garden favourite, Symphytym grandiflorum, which now oddly seems quite tricky to get hold of.
Comfrey, Symphytum officininale |
I should have known really – I have it in my garden and it’s now, I think, firmly imprinted on my mind. Hairy stems, with alternate, deeply veined leaves, also bearing hairs, and rather fat clusters of flower buds with a pinkish tint. The flowers themselves have five, sky blue petals (hence the latin name of the genus), raised at the base where they meet in a central white boss. A plant of hedgerows and woodland edges, it has a deserved reputation for getting a little unruly, being a rampant self seeder with a long tap root. However, I find it such a handsome presence in the borders that I allow it to stay, if only as a token presence.
And now the next person who asks me about it will be treated to a lengthy explanation of its features, and doubtless its uses as a source of a rich reddish dye extracted from the roots, and used in the colouring of furniture and stringed instruments, among other things. How fascinating and informed I shall feel, for at least two minutes, until they stump me by pointing at some other specimen and demanding the name, which will, of course, have totally eluded me at that point. At which juncture I shall skillfully change the subject, and distract them with tea and cake.
* Or pink. There's often quite a bit of variation with this gang, sometimes even on the same plant. Flower buds are often pink, even with blue flowers. And then there’s the white and the cream. But I don’t think any family beats it for startling sky blues.