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Monday, 20 April 2009

Persian carpet colours

I have distant memories of standing in my Grandparent's garden among a carpet of softly perfumed flowers with colours like a magical Persian carpet. I wanted a colourful carpet of Polyanthus just like that, not the short stemmed solid coloured flowers of municipal park bedding schemes, but a loose heads of soft yellow eyed blooms on tall stems – just right for picking and displaying in chunky ceramic jugs in the house.

Then I discovered Barnhaven Primroses – these were the Polyanthus I'd been searching for, The 'Silver Dollar' strains developed by Florence Bellis must have been the seeds my Gran sowed to grow her plants. The collection of gorgeous Primroses, Polyanthus and Auriculas relocated to Brittany in 1990 but it's easy to buy seed from them via their web site; I'll warn you – it's like visiting a hand-made chocolate shop! How do you choose between the colour collections? 'Desert Sunset' 'Grand Canyon' 'Violet Victorians' 'Striped Victorians' . . .

The photograph shows some of my favourite colours, picked this lunch time – I particularly like the deep velvety ginger-brown shade (Henry VIII's doublet colour) alongside the deep salmon pinks.


  1. beautiful trip down memory lane. 2 things i remember from my paternal grandmother's garden: 1) rose bushes everywhere--52 in all, & most were big, bushy teas; 2) she had so may bearded iris' in two long rows that their perfume was heady!

  2. Those are the colours I've named my chickens for! Ruby, Garnet, Amber and Topaz. Wonderfully rich.

    My grandparents grew fruit bushes. I've loved gooseberries and blackcurrants all my life.

  3. ah you have an eye for the best and the most exotic. I remember my mom telling me something so similar about her mom's flowers and I too think of these types when I think of what was in my mom's back garden. Memories are often as beautiful as the flowers themselves -- in fact, better don't you think? Ah, it's a tie.

  4. They are very beautiful. It's nice when a cherished memory is evoked by a sight or a fragrance. Happy blogging!


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