Monarda cambridge scarlet is one of those hardy perennials which give a brilliant show every Summer. The RHS has given this popular old variety Bergamot it’s prestigious Award of Garden Merit.
A clump forming Herbaceous plant which has rich scarlet flowers from late July through till early autumn. The foliage has a wonderful aromatic fragrance. Grow the plants in moist but well draining soil in full sun. If you do try it in a partially shaded spot, like ours, which is in an East facing position, it will still flower, perhaps not Quite so well, and you may well find that it is a little later in coming in to bloom.
Some of the other Monardas which we grew in the past suffered from mildew, Cambridge Scarlet seems to be less susceptible to this problem.
Hardiness – Fully hardy
Position – Full sun/partial shade
Height – 3ft/90cm in our shady spot
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Last Summer I didn’t half go on and on about the very cool weather conditions, In spite of this the Clematis in the garden performed rather well.
This one, Blue Angel has been a treat, even from indoors the back of the flowers look pretty good. Expand one of the pictures and it will take you to my post with some information about this Clematis.
Our nine year old grandson Owen, since the age of five has been nominated by his school, East Wemyss Primary, to represent them for (The Robert Burns Poetry recital Competition.) This year is his fifth win. The competition is open to all the primary schools in the area, and the poem has to be Scottish but not necessarily by the bard, the one this year by Bill Keys is both excellent,touching and hilarious. Will you understand it? well you can have good fun trying.
Dug—Dog
wid—would
flerr—floor
sterr—stair
skite oan fhe lug—slap around your ear (no longer allowed)
A Dug A Dug
by Bill Keys
Hey, Daddy, wid
you get us a dug?
A big broon alsation Ur a wee white pug
Ur a skinny wee terrier, ur a big fat
bull
Aw, Daddy, get us a dug. Wull
yi?
Whit! An’ whose dug’ll it be when it durties the flerr
An’ pees a oer
the carpet an’ messes the sterr?
It’s me ur yer mammy’ll be tane furra
mug.
Away oot’n play. Yer no gettin’ a dug.
But, Daddy, thur gien them
away
Doon therr at the rspca.
Yeu’ll get wan fur nothin’ so yi wull.
Aw, Daddy, get us a dug. Wull yi?
Doon therr at the rspca!
di ye think ave goat nithen else tae dae
Bit git you a dug thit ah’ll huv tae
mind?
Yur no needin a dug: yi urny blind.
Aye, but, Daddy,
therr rerr fur guardin the hoose,
An thur better thin cats fur catchin a
moose,
An see wee Danny, his dug kin gie his barra a pull.
Aw, hey, Daddy,
get us a dug. Wull yi?
Dji hear um? Oan
aboot dugs again?
Ah think that yin’s goat dugs oan the brain.
Ah know
whit ye’ll get: a skite oan the lug
If ah hear any merr aboot this bliddy dug.
Aw, Daddy, it widnae be dear tae keep
An’ ah’d make it a
basket fur it tae sleep.
An’ ah’d take it fur runs away ower the hull.
Aw,
Daddy, get us a dug, Wull ye?
Ah doan’t think thur’s ever been emdy like
you:
Yi could wheedle the twist oot a flamin’ corkscrew.
Noo! Get doon
aff ma neck. Gie’s nane o yur hug.
Aw right. That’s anuff. Ah’ll get ye a
dug.
Aw, Daddy! A dug! A dug!
author which I cant get enough of at the moment is Peter James, absolutely spellbinding. For the past six or seven years he has been writing a series of books revolving around the detective work of Roy Grace, a fictitious character of course. His first novel in this series (Dead Simple) was published in 2005. 
