I've been waiting all summer for the Japanese Anemone to burst forth with a lovely display flower. Although to me they signify late summer and the promise of winter I still get a buzz from these delicate blooms, heads held high, nodding in the breeze on long, sturdy ballerina legged stems.
I even brought this tiny clump with me from the last garden where I had a mass of them in the courtyard garden. A group of them looks lovely but I didn't want to disturb them all so I just dug up one tiny clump and now it has come to fruition in the black and white border.
Whilst the leaves have been showing for months I have waited somewhat impatiently for the flowers to emerge and now they have. And they're pink!! Nothing wrong with that if only they had been in the other border! I think what has happened is that my dug up bit must have died and what is growing now is a plant gift from one of the old ladies who comes into my library. Celia did dig me up some of her anemones but it was the wrong time of year and I potted them up and just forgot about them. This is the one that must have survived only to be planted in the wrong place by yours truly.
Never mind, I quite like it when the garden throws me up a surprise, it keeps me from ever imagining I could master it.
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