About six years ago whilst on a family drive, heading in a round-about-way home through the Worcestershire countryside, we found a little village or hamlet called Little Heath. It was coming towards the end of a glorious sunny afternoon when we finally decided to stretch our legs for one last time before returning home. We drove into the ‘crunchy car park’ of Little Heath Nurseries.
Through a wooden gateway and neatly pebbled pathway we proceeded into an ‘Aladdin’s Cave’ type shop of all kinds of colourful and magical items as well as the usual seeds and tools. I could have spent a good hour or more in the shop but headed through to the back where the plants sat in neat rows. There at the very front of the shrubs my eyes were taken with a dwarf hebe. The last hebe that I had purchased only lasted a short eighteen months before dying out. Now my eyes twinkled at a bright violet purple flowered variety apparently called Purple Pixie …
Hebe Purple Pixie
My fingers are crossed as this lovely brightly flowered hebe has survived five winters and is now approaching its sixth. We have had several frosts over the last week or so and it is still bearing flowers that are in full bloom. (The picture above was taken a few months ago.)