May has come and nearly gone in our Cornish garden at Ednovean farm and it has never felt as alive and full of spring promise as this year as the garden continues to mature.The scent of the blue bells is still hanging in the air, long after it should have been gone but then this has been a strange, voluptuous month, held in slow motion, hostage to the cool breezes.
This month has seen the sharp profile of the hedges in the Italian garden re-emerging again from the soft lax growth of the spring with the first trim for the season. We’ve tried petrol hedge cutters with the attendant roar and fatigue of wielding their weight; pole hedge trimmers that produce an interesting undulation as the operative walks before returning with a sigh of relief to my father’s old Black and Decker electric hedge trimmer and extension leads. Now the newly restored sleek, crisp, clean lines stretch in front of us in that regular reassuring way that hedges are supposed to do.
The star of the Ednovean Farm garden this month has to be Echium Panina. The Echiums like a frost free environment to overwinter before shooting up at an impossible rate in the spring and look spectacular for weeks swaying in the breeze, wreathed in honeybees working their way up the tall columns of flowers. The tall waving spires are the first thing that catches our Bed and Breakfast guest’s eye when they explore the gardens.
The box hedges that frame the more formal areas have not fared so well this year -They’ve been blighted (to coin a pun) by box blight over the last couple of years we’ve just ordered a herbal treatment (the only one available to the amateur gardener) from Top Buxuscare.com – I can only hope!! So for the minute they look rather pale and interesting particularly as I decided on radically trimming them in the early spring to remove some of the diseased wood and open out their structure to allow the air to get in.
Still as I pottered about watering the pots this evening I still loved the quiet sanctuary of the green spaces and felt the simple joy of watching a garden grow and reflect the seasons. May in the garden perfect and the Cornish lanes are still full of Blue bells!