That word is new to me, and maybe to some of you too. It means ‘shaped like a goblet’ and I found it when I was looking up the details of primula sonchifolia. It’s a good word and ought to be taken out of its botanical niche and applied to the wider world, maybe to relatives. Here is p.sonchifolia, with its flowers still tightly bound together, almost beneath the soil surface. The goblet-shaped fruits won’t appear until later. Much later.I cherish this plant for daring to break out of its dormant egg-shaped bud in January, when few plants think of flowering. Like most asiatic primulas, it’s annoyingly temperamental, hating heat, disliking damp in winter and demanding it in summer, and prone to rot and die for no obvious reason. I stuck this particular plant as a seedling into a deep peat bed where I could keep an eye on it – it’s now in entirely the wrong place, but it seems happy, and I dare not move it. It ought to be divided, but, again, I’m not sure I have the courage.
This is the problem with becoming over-enthusiatic about a species or a genus for which your garden conditions are not ideal, but at the edge of tolerable. Most of the plants in my garden are tough brutes that I treat with entire disrespect, but when it comes to the rarer primulas, I’ll happily waste money, time, and mental effort on something that I know in my heart of hearts will never flourish. I suppose its hybris; or a refusal to apply common sense. I should know better by now.
Little is happening in the garden. January is tolerable, but February is the pits. Winter is just so boring. Still, these peonies seem to think it is almost SpringThe appearance of the peony buds reminds me that it will soon be time to race the slugs to the new delphinium growth. There would appear to be a subtle type of miniature slug that specialises in munching delphinium buds while they are still beneath the soil surface in February, and if I don’t get there first with my blue pellets, the delphiniums never really recover.
Why are there sunflower seed husks in the picture? The short answer is that mice have burgled the sack I bought to feed the birds with, and, being mice, have not bothered to take their litter home. I’m quite tolerant of this. I’ve lived with adolescents. Mice have nothing on them.