£48. That’s how
much it costs to scent your home with Diptyque’s beautiful Rosa Mundi candle.
If it’s the middle of winter, or you live in a flat and have money to burn
(literally) I understand the desire to buy this object of loveliness.
However, £48 buys
a hell of a lot of real flowers. Not the rubbish ones that don’t smell of
anything from the florist, I’m talking about growing your own.
Last May I moved
from my sky high urban flat to an old Victorian terraced cottage. It’s tiny and
a little bit knackered, but there is a garden. As the proud owner of green
fingers I couldn’t wait to plan my much missed outdoor space. I have only a miniscule
front garden, South facing and elevated from the lane by rickety stone
steps. Its patio area is just big
enough for a few planters and a deck chair from which I can tipple gin in the
summer. At the rear of the house is a yard filled by an old outdoor toilet
shed. I plan to sow a ‘cut flower’ patch in grow bags upon its roof when the
sun rises high enough to battle for daylight dominance with the neighbouring
woods.
The garden was a
mess, an overgrown patch of shrubs that had never seen a blade and waist high
grass on a mission to self-seed dandelion clocks and sadistic thistles. My
determined Dad spent several hours ‘strimming’ the grass, pausing every few
minutes to rethread the machine as its exhausted cord broke repeatedly.
Meanwhile I destroyed my back digging up a plethora of eye pokingly sharp
cordyline plants. I have a fear of spikes…
Hardcore strimming event
Whilst it was too
late in the season to grow many seeds, I couldn’t resist giving life to some
sweet peas. I spent 99p on a packet of ‘Spencer Mixed’ variety which by August grew
into a 5 foot high pot of scented glory. For the next couple of months my house
was filled with their intoxicating fragrance and I slept soundly lulled by
bedside vases of this frilly wonder.
My Mum divided
her old fashioned carnation plants and gave me clumps to plant up by the patio.
If you’ve never smelt a garden grown carnation you will be astounded by its
peppery floral fragrance. Imagine a Caron boutique in the 1950s and that’s
about it. They smell exactly like Bellodgia. A single bloom can fill a room
with a strident Oeillet olé
such is its bold exuberance!
Carnation and Sweat Pea Spencer Mixed spicing up the dining table
The neglected white
Rosa Alba that lived here had bolted to a giant straggle. Although a few
Dior-esque petals remained it needed lopping almost to the ground to encourage
healthy new growth next year. Meanwhile I headed to the garden centre and chose
a David Austin ‘Generous Gardener’ climbing rose to satisfy my craving. Chosen
for its scent, this pink beauty smells like the finest Rose Damascena absolute
with a teeny hint of sugared almond. Sadly I knocked its heavily budded head
off in a clumsy car exit but it rapidly grew back.
My Generous Gardener in full bloom
My plans for 2017
It will be a summer of
vivid scented annual flowers. My ‘Spencer Mixed’ sweet peas are growing
vigorously. In October I transformed a worn out G-Plan side table into a
miniature bubble wrapped greenhouse to see if it really is possible to
‘overwinter’ annual seedlings in the cold damp Pennine winter. It is. In May I
will plant a second variety ‘Sweet Pea Promise’ – a posh one from Thompson and
Morgan that promises to be hugely whiffy.
G-Plan greenhouse
Sweat Pea Promise from the Thompson and Morgan website
Early flowering scent
will come from Stocks ‘Appleblossom’. Stocks have a heady narcotic whiff, which
with just a few stems is intoxicating. More than a few is a whopping migraine.
Stocks Appleblossom from the Thompson and Morgan website
My perennial white Phlox plants will
hopefully reawaken and battle the slugs to bring some elegance once again. Their
scent is a marvelous combination of the skanky indole that we devour in our white
floral fragrances and a more delicate and fresh green nuance that brings
brightness and vivacity and makes the plant smell ‘youthful’.
Phlox
Some shrubs inherited from the previous owners have proved to be seasonally boring. They will be dug up and replaced by lavender, the foliage of which will make an excellent 'leafy bit' in my indoor arrangements.
Last year I waged war on slugs. I had
millions of the little thugs. With Joseph and his neighbouring cat friends
around, the use of toxins was not a possibility. This year I’m conducting an experiment. I am collecting my own hair in order to create hairy rings around
the base of tender seedlings. I never brush it so a hair wash yields lots of
useful strands! Apparently slugs hate the dry texture of hair and wool and
won’t cross it. The witchy side of me loves the idea of having a part of myself
lurking sentinel like in the garden. My grandmother would have approved of this
frugal and somewhat pagan approach.
Joseph strolls his territory wall
I’ll post an update in early summer and let
you know which plants yield the greatest fragrance. I would dearly love to hear
from any of my readers who tend a fragrant garden. Your recommendations would
be gratefully received in the comments box.
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