These are the flowers we had in the garden in mid-spring 2018, taken mainly on 15 October 2018. They're not all
overly pretty, but the purpose of the photos is to record what was in the garden at the
time.
We've been in Stones Road for nearly 3½ years now, and it's time to recognize that something
is seriously wrong with the garden. Things are dying, and other things are just not growing
the way they should. The Betula
pendula that I looked at with concern last month is no longer worthy of
concern: it's dead, Jim. Here the two remaining trees:
But why? It can't be the cold. These trees are some of the most frost-resistant trees I
know of, somehow typical of Siberian landscapes. And it can't be watering, and trees don't
die like that from inadequate fertilizer: I doubt anybody in Siberia runs around spreading
dung on them.
Even the lilacs that we planted a couple of
months ago are not looking happy. They started off growing, but now the biggest one looks
decidedly unhappy:
The more I look at it, the more I think that there's something wrong with the soil.
Potentially it could be the layer of clay at 80 cm depth, but my experience with
the Hellebores over the last few months
suggests that the issue might be closer to the surface. In April one of them kept trying to shoot,
and then died off again:
But what is it? The geology is not local to this plot of land, but I've already seen that
the lilacs are doing better on the Marriott's property, and on the other side the Swifts
have some conifers that are doing well:
They're not the only things to die, though I suspect there are different reasons for the
others. Three of the five rose bushes that we bought three months ago have done well, but one looks on
its last legs, and another is dead:
The sweet peas that we incautiously
bought at a garage sale in
April are growing and flowering, though the damned things don't seem to want to climb
up the arch against which they're planted: