I forget where my nemesias came from. Or, just how long ago I got them. At some point two to three years ago, I popped a couple into two of the big pots right outside my front door, which otherwise contain a daphne odora and a coprosma.
The daphne promised ‘very fragrant, deep pink and white flowers from late winter to early spring, followed by red fruit’. Which sounded a nice thing to have as you reached the front door.
It should also be a good ‘bargain’ for the plant: they like sheltered conditions in a British climate, and the pots around the front door get that. Though they do need hand-watering, as unless the wind is in the right direction, they get very little rain.
Maybe that’s why daphne has been a bit of a let-down in the ‘very fragrant flowers’ department.
Luckily, daphne was a special offer: ‘spend so much on other things and get a daphne odora for a few pounds’. Full price, they start from about £10, but average more like £15.
Nemesia was something cheap and cheerful to add a splash of colour to the pots when the daphne wasn’t flowering. ie most of the year. And to the coprosma, which is there because it has attractive foliage all year round.
I had started out with brachyscome (brachycome) grown from seed. They produced masses of flowers, but were annuals.
When they died, in went the perennial nemesia.
They seem to have been flowering ever since. As in, all year round. The photos were taken in May, but while they don’t look so great in mid-October, they are still flowering. And to be honest, while I watered everything daily during the long, hot months we had this year, I’ve neglected things a bit during what has so far been a pretty dry, warm autumn.
The advice is to protect them from heavy frosts – which is where the ‘bargain’ comes into it again. In return for year-round flowers, they are in a sheltered location where they don’t need to worry about the cold. Indeed, last winter, we didn’t just have heavy frosts, we had heavy snow. While the rest of the front garden huddled under a frozen white blanket, the front door plants sat smugly in their pots.