tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907961970155401811.post5910033045238551023..comments2024-03-03T09:06:28.808+00:00Comments on Forty Three, the final front door: F is for . . .joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12288268403388265748noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907961970155401811.post-82577810677756435602011-07-14T10:00:11.666+01:002011-07-14T10:00:11.666+01:00we have the worst buddleia in the world in our gar...we have the worst buddleia in the world in our garden. I keep meaning to put it out of its misery, but it amuses us that in every bit of spare ground or rooftop or railway track there are buddleias blooming beautifully - but our poor stunted thing can hardly manage leaves, let alone blooms. Some years it manages a few tiny blooms around August.Heather Leavershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11330793797439133950noreply@blogger.com