|26th July 2020.
It has been a hot-cold-sunny-overcast week depending on the exact moment when the assessment was made. It has also been a bitey week. I am lucky that the garden, although
surrounded by fields, is not surrounded by livestock. I have visited gardens during the week with distant views and close cattle that are alive with biting flies. Now
biting flies are an evolutionary wonder that I view with awe and reverence. Being bitten, on the other hand, is a painful nuisance and I swat the painful nuisance with
triumphant glee before prending to regret what I have done. Fortunately I have been luckier at home, so far. I have no neighbouring cattle and therefore little attraction
to biting flies. I also have a neighbouring village with thousands of pairs of easily irritated swatting hands. I'm not sure which factor has the greater effect, but
I am grateful for it.
Rain at the end of last week brough the flies out in force, but it also freshened the water in the Disa tanks. It was a good thing.
If I kept a stud-book instead of an accumulation of cryptic notes, I might be able to say why I crossed Disa Kewensis with Disa Kirstenbosh Pride. It doesn't make a lot of sense to me now. I would have had a plan, but I doubt that it included a tsunami of synthetic pink. The seedlings have flowered this year, and they have flowered remorselessly. If they had just been pink then I might have disregarded them, but they have been intense pink and perhaps it was that intensity of colour I was hoping to get. Whatever my plan they have been shockingly irresistible. They are fading now as the season comes to a close but I have made a couple of hybrids from them to continue their raucous heritage and no, I haven't kept a note of that intention. It will be another surprise.