Rosella's Garden

Can You Resist Them?

2010-08-10T14:24:00.000-07:00

Temptations of the flesh ....
Lilies, tall, voluptuous, scented like Marilyn's bath
Colours soft, vivid, shaded and clear
How can I resist you? What will save me
From the exorbitance of the catalogue?
Full well I know the devil's hand is holding
That of the copywriter
Do I stop? Do I even slow down?
Stealthy though, because the man who shares my bed and board
Has no understanding of lilies and will
Object if he sees me type in the numbers
Of this little plastic card.

Sssshhhh!

"Tis done. How to wait till October?

Glorious Ghosts

2010-05-04T12:01:00.000-07:00

So many fragrant plants, so little time to grow them! I specially like the unusual ones, the ones we don't immediately think of when we look for fragrance in the garden. Roses, lilac, freesias all come immediately to mind, but others like pansies and snowdrops are more subtle, needing to be sought out by the gardener. Others though pour out their scents at night, sending us out to look for the source of that heavenly perfume. Here are a few (as many as Blogspot will tolerate in one post) from my garden -- I call them ghosts because it isn't obvious where the scent originates.

First one is edgeworthia chrysantha, a relative of daphne, and the source of magical perfume in the cold spring garden.

Next (I hope) is fringe tree (chionanthus virginiana), a Virginia native, which is blooming now and pumping out its heavenly perfume all over my neighbourhood.

And third (if I have any luck at all today) is white ginger (hedychium), a tropical relative of culinary ginger, which lives in a pot in the basement all winter and in fall, produces these graceful white flowers which smell like a very loud honeysuckle.

Since Blogspot doesn't seem to like too many pictures in one post, I will continue this in another post with some of the other lovelies in my garden.

Snowmageddon, now that it's just a memory.

2010-03-29T13:02:00.000-07:00

Thankfully, the snows of February are now les neiges d'antan -- nothing remains but photographs and wincing memories, plus a lot of damage to houses, trees and shrubs. But -- the snowdrops have come and gone, the camellias are blooming, and we are moving on. Somehow though I suspect that most of us who lived through this past winter will have a lot more respect for the weather! So -- a few photographs for my memory book.

The table is set for lunch in the garden:

And, finally, this is how The Dame weathered the storms:

Edgeworthia chrysantha

2010-01-19T09:28:00.000-08:00

The edgeworthia chrysantha has begun its slow creep toward spring -- I noticed this morning that some of the silvery parasols have begun to swell a little, possibly because of the warmth of the past few days. The first picture is taken today, while the second (assuming Blogspot agrees with my placement) was taken last February.

I planted this shrub on the bank in my front garden about seven years ago and it is the only plant in my garden which is guaranteed to bring people knocking on the door to ask what it is! It is, mesdames and messieurs, edgeworthia chrysantha, the Japanese paperbark mulberry and a relative of daphne -- as one expert told me recently, "a daphne which lives". It is handsome rather than pretty and has a science fiction quality in winter when its reddish stems are bare except for the silver-grey buds. It wants to grow as a multi-stemmed shrub -- about 6 feet high, with a similar spread, and is not too picky about soil and light. Mine is planted in partial shade against the background of a large American holly so as to put it into relief. Its summer foliage is dull green and its buds form sometime during the summer so that when it changes to butter-yellow in autumn, the buds are there waiting for spring.

Its greatest glory, for me, is its scent -- daphne-like, wafting around the neighbourhood in gusts. When the little umbrellas open, the flowers are an intense orange-yellow as you can see in the last photos. It is uncommon in my area, and I love to watch people stop dead in front of it and scratch their heads before coming to ring the bell and ask about it.

Let's Go Travelling!

2010-01-17T08:40:00.000-08:00

The winter has been so cold here that the garden has no joys for me at present. The house plants are hunkered down in the sunroom, sulking and refusing to smile; those that aren't in the sunroom are in the garage on a regime of water once a month, from which they will emerge in spring, alive (I hope) and ready to meet the challenges of summer outside.

In the meantime, the gardener is hunkered down too and would like to sulk. So I decided to find something about which to blog which would help me to pass the long January days until I can find the first snowdrops and aconites and resume gardening.

In 1908, just a century ago, my husband's grandparents went on the Grand Tour. They visited the capitals of Europe and brought back many interesting things, most of which have disappeared into the great family diaspora. Because my mother-in-law knew of our interest in Russia and our possible posting to Moscow, she rummaged around and gave us a couple of things which we still have and treasure. One of them is a huge painting -- about 6 feet by 3, in an ornate gilded frame. It depicts "The Boyar's Wedding" and was supposed to be quite valuable. So, I trucked it off to an appraiser a while ago, only to find that it is a print touched up with oil paint and has no value whatsoever and the frame is worth lots more than the picture. Oh, well. It is so large and so over the top that I have never hung it, and I threaten grandchildren that I will give it as a wedding present to the first to marry. So far, none of them have tested me.

The other pieces though are charming. They are two plates of Russian lacquer, from either the villages of Fedoskino or Palekh where lacquerware has been produced for many many years. One shows a winter troika, horses with tossing manes linked to the traditional high-yoked three-horse sleigh, and carrying three jolly peasants on an excursion. In the background is a traditional wooden church, all against a gold background. The other is slightly smaller and shows an elopement -- a gentleman in a blue satin coat and red turban is carrying a young woman in a red dress and the old Russian headdress down a ladder from the window of a wooden house. I am sure this is a scene from a Russian folk story, but I don't know anyone who could interpret it for me. Again, the ground is of gold lacquer and there is a little scene of a church in the background.

My other Russian souvenir, not Palekh but very fine, is a silver samovar which I purchased in a commission store in Moscow, so dirty and dilapidated that no-one knew it was silver (except me, because some of my own silver was in similar condition). I treasure all my Russian pieces because, although life there was very hard at the time for the Russians and for foreigners, it was a stupendous adventure and a time that I would not have missed for anything.

No Bloom Day

2010-01-15T13:02:00.000-08:00

A lovely day here, but after the past month's ice and snow the garden looks terribly tatterdemalion and there is nothing in bloom. The snowdrops (I love their French name -- perce neige, pierce snow) haven't even dared to show their noses, the aconite patch is covered with solid ice, the helleborus niger is sulking, although I do see some little white eggs down low among its roots, and it is cheerless and discouraging out there.

I know that next month I will be able to be outside pruning the viburnums, cleaning up, and pulling the leaves of the white oak out of the borders and shredding them -- drat that tree, though, because it holds its leaves until long long after the fall cleanup is done and now I must clean up again.

So,since I have no blooms for Bloom Day, I decided to go to the beach instead. On the way to the beach we'll pass an old farm house with feral arum lilies -- in Australia, they are like daylilies in their habits. Once they escape domesticity, they arrange themselves gracefully by roadsides and dams and become enormous and ancient clumps. The winter beaches are in eastern Australia, and I no longer remember exactly where although I think that the one with the sky reflections is at Lorne, in Victoria. (And, once again I see that Blogspot has its own ideas about where my photos look best.)

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

2010-01-06T10:52:00.000-08:00

They are all in my garden this year, I think. After a lot of snowless years here in zone 7, this year we have had already a generous 19" dollop of the white stuff the week before Christmas. Plans upended, Christmas shopping unfinished, traffic snarled, general chaos and confusion -- so much for peace on earth, goodwill to men, and dreaming of a white Christmas!

Herewith a couple of photos, to remind me that nothing lasts forever -- not snow, not flowers, not summer nor winter. If the Blogspot agrees, these are pairs -- front walk, back patio, winter/summer.

Beans!

2009-06-26T06:28:00.000-07:00

First beans today -- some on the "Jade"bush beans , and also some on the"Trionfo Violetta" pole beans , with lots of tiny ones coming. I pulled out the peas last week, because they had stopped producing much in the heat. The vines are sitting there waiting to be dug in when I get some bare ground.

The "hortaliza" is doing very well -- in addition to what's in the ground, there are several big pots containing mesclun, Thai lettuce, dill, two kinds of eggplant, cucumbers and finger carrots. The eggplants in the pots seem to be doing much better than those in the ground, which I must remember next year when it comes to planting. Also, I think that the sweet peppers did better in pots last year, although they're in-ground this time.

The early days -- picture taken on April 30:

June 22 -- the peas are gone, and beet seeds are planted in their place:

The Ivy Is Gone!!!

2009-05-24T09:24:00.000-07:00

After much hard labour, the ivy at the side of the garden is GONE! I am on guard for probable attempts at reconquest, but for the moment it is a tabula rasa, nothing but the big trees, mulch, some bulbs, and the results of yesterday's work..

I spent a couple of hours yesterday moving some of the geranium macrorrizha to a curve in front of the three big azaleas, curving it round to the edge of the old brick wall. It will form one side of a mulch and pine needle path across the area. At the end with the two big oaks, I plan to plant bulbs -- I think they will get enough light in winter and spring to bloom well, and I will move some of the Frances Williams and the big blue hostas to cover their leaves while they die down. Frances Williams doesn't seem to like any sun, so I hope she will do well there instead of where she is on the east side, and the big blues need to be divided.

Along the sidewalk I plan to put a curve of daylilies for part of the distance -- it's about 40 feet total, then finish with a border of pachysandra for a neat edge which I hope will deter dogs from doing their daily business there. In the meantime, I am considering getting a half-truck load of leaf mulch from the county to spread it there, because the soil is very poor after the ivy's long occupation.

Are gardens ever finished?

The Shed, Final Notice

2009-04-30T13:22:00.000-07:00

The shed is finished! The garden bed along the side of it hasn't yet been brought into civilization, nor have the flagstones been properly dug in, but the painting is done and the inside is all organized -- tools hung neatly on the walls, pots stacked on (cheap) shelves, a table under the window for potting with supplies in plastic boxes nearby, and no spiders. At least not yet!

The azaleas are in full bloom -- most of the ones in the back garden are white, and I like the effect with the dogwoods and the big doublefile viburnum, but there is one firecracker red one that crept in under cover of darkness and I like its brashness among the bland politeness of the white azaleas and the enormous bleeding heart. The airy blue is phlox stolonifera, fighting it out with the variegated solomon's seal.

And finally, the new stone steps are beginning to fit into the bank. The azalea is a show-off!

Making a List for the Bank

2009-04-13T12:44:00.000-07:00

Have been working in the garden a bit today in advance of the promised rain tonight, and thought it would be a good idea if I made a list right now of what I want to order this fall to put in the little cracks and spaces in the new rock steps. They are still pretty muddy and not a thing of beauty yet -- the railing needs to be painted, the steps and driveway need to be cleaned up and the clover needs to grow. I planted clover at the sides so that I would have something to hold the soil (well, clay) in place for the summer and I will turn it in in the fall for its nitrogen and add some compost. What I think I want to put there:

Squills -- a mix of deep and light blue
The tiny Dutchman's Breeches that are all over the facing bank -- they have naturalized from a single corm ten years ago, and I will move a few clumps across.
Also, return the big clump of snowdrops that had to be moved.
Try: a few baby hellebores, to see if they like the sharp drainage there as much as they do on the other side.
Maybe some mazus reptans for the summer because the others are ephemerals and will fade away early. Plus a couple of clumps of something low and flowery for the summer. There is enough sun now that the persimmon tree is gone; the oaks' shade doesn't get to the steps until about two o'clock.
Veronica Waterperry Blue -- creeping veronica with mauve/blue flowers -- spreads to about a foot. There are a couple of good spots to tuck it into.

To digress some from the steps -- most of the bank is shady, except that the steps get some morning sun, but the daffodils, aconites, crocus and snowdrops are all happy there so I don't want to interfere with them but just redo the area of the steps. I think though that I will concentrate on using bulbs and early spring stuff there because they are all happy now. The big pink azalea is going to get a moderate pruning after it blooms too. When (if ever) the ivy is gone, I need to replant the pachysandra which has been much discouraged by that horrible stuff. It's WAR on that stuff, WAR I TELL YOU!

The Tale of a Garden Shed

2009-04-11T16:33:00.000-07:00

When we bought this house umptyninth years ago, we acquired with it an 8x10 foot garden shed which we proceeded to abuse. It received anything and everything we threw in there, never complained, never gave any trouble, and dynasties of spiders grew old and fat and laid their eggs in peace among the old garden gloves and empty plastic pots. One day recently, I had the idea of removing the ivy from the back side so that the area could be cleared for my new solar clothes dryer. This was done, but unfortunately the removal of the ivy caused the whole wall on that side to disintegrate. Further investigation revealed that the shed was being held up only by the joint efforts of the ivy, the termites and the spiders, which were apparently joining hands to keep their ancestral home from falling down around their ears (or whatever spiders and termites have in place of ears).

So, a contractor was summoned. He put us in order, quickly and neatly, and asked only $1,000 for his work(!). The "new" shed is very neat, will be pretty when it is finally painted, but it does not have the je ne sais quoi of the old one. There is no picturesque covering of ivy, no suggestion of a Victorian "ruin", and gone are the piles of pots, old tools, mismatched garden clogs (how does one lose ONE garden clog, anyway?), and old candles and bug spray cans.

I have been working on the plantings--the ivy had done a lot of damage to the hydrangeas and the pieris, but they will recover now. It is too cold yet to paint outside, but the walls will stay the same beige, the trim of the door and walls will be a soft taupe, and the door will be the same cornflower blue as the house doors. A picture will be forthcoming when the painting is done, probably in May. Somehow though I know I will miss my romantic ivy-covered ruin.

No time for blogging!

2009-04-09T14:16:00.001-07:00

The garden is busting out, and there is no time at all for blogging! I wish I had time to post pictures of what is happening here -- the daffodils are all out together -- early, mid and late season, because our spring has been so strange. The dogwoods are showing little green bracts, which will become big white bracts in a week or so. The famous cherry trees have come and gone, leaving us with opening redbuds and crabapples. Azaleas are just a rumour right now, but in a week or so we will begin to see some colour from them. Tulips are opening too, and the pale orange ones in the front garden are singing harmony with the "pink" daffodils next to them -- they are NOT pink at all, but their trumpets are a wonderful soft peach, and alongside the tulips they are fantastic.

All of which brings me to what I wanted to talk about -- "The Essential Earthman", Henry Mitchell -- garden writer extraordinaire of the Washington Post. He died a few years ago in exactly the way many gardeners would like to go (assuming we HAVE to go and can't just continue to putter forever) -- a heart attack in his garden. Just gone, among his wonderful and beloved plants -- no lingering, no family conclaves of "what shall we do about Pa?" -- just gone. Here is a quote from his book, one of many many wonderful quotes:

"I have a shocking patch of azaleas, fortunately not very large, of pink, three shades of pink, and a couple of whites. I like them, but they are dangerously close to grossness, and some of my neighbours do better, I think, with their clumps of fewer colours. I knew it was wrong to add two or three yellow-orange-salmon-tawny deciduous azaleas across the walk from the reds and pinks. But even this sort of garishness is not the flaw that most annoys me when I speak of grossness in "improving" flowers. Instead, I mean things like turning the delicate single cherry blossoms into powder puffs. All of which brings us back to the "improved" and garden varieties of the common dogwood. Here is the end of the matter. It is not evil of gardeners to like double dogwoods or dogwoods with too many flowers on the branches, or to like them with a stew of mottled leaves instead of God's sweet green. ...........

We should keep asking ourselves , when we are tempted by colour and display and show, whether it is beautiful as well. The world should not be a nice drab universal grey. But nothing is gained by painting sidewalks orange, either. We will all hit on different balances in our gardens, large or small, and that is what makes them endlessly different........"

There's more, but I have run out of time. Next time, the saga of the renovation of the garden shed, trying to keep in mind Henry's principles "Is it beautiful? That is a great question and the ultimate one".

Negative/Positive

2009-03-02T08:37:00.001-08:00

March 2, and our first snow of the season came overnight -- six inches of powder, with a strong wind that is now sculpting it into drifts around the corners of the house. Above, summer and winter views of the pretty little wire chair outside my door.

When Will It End?

2009-03-01T08:23:00.000-08:00

I know that other places have had a much worse winter than we have had here in the mid-Atlantic, but I am feeling very hard doneby. It is the first of March, and it is snowing. With more snow to come this afternoon. Enough now! To console myself, I am pulling out some pictures from summers past. The first is a little view from my workroom where I keep my loom and computer; this is the small deck outside the French doors which lead to the patio. The chair is a delightful place to sit and look over the pots of annuals which are crowded around, and to observe the hyacinth and morning glory vines which I train up the house wall.

A walk around the garden yesterday produced a couple of crocuses, lots of snowdrops and aconites, one clump of hellebore niger, and a very few daffodil and tulip snouts. Here is a dahlia from last summer and a colocasia leaf photographed in fall just before it got brought into the garage. The autumn sunlight was coming at a very low angle and making interesting shadows.

And finally, just for sheer exuberance of colour, a hotel courtyard in Mexico ...........

Winter in Another Place

2009-02-21T12:32:00.000-08:00

Like just about every other gardener in the northern hemisphere I am officially tired of winter. Every year in October, I bring in my tropicals and disperse them around the house in somewhat-suitable places, lecturing them as I go about how lucky they are not to be left outside. I settle in for the winter, the first part of which goes quickly with the holiday planning and festivities, and enjoy the snugness of the house, the warmth of the fire, and the cosiness of snuggling under a floofy eiderdown. January brings the catalogues, and I greedily pile them by my chair, spending whole days engrossed in my selections. There's winter cooking too -- lamb shanks and lentils, thick soups with cornbread or pumpernickel, beef stews or hearty casseroles, and oranges and cabbages and sweet potatoes and tangerines smelling of exotic lands and spices from the Orient whose scents seem more sharp and pungent in the chilled air.

Now in February I am anxiously patrolling the garden, hunting for small signs that life will return, that we are not yet condemned to eternal winter, that the sun will warm us again, the hummingbirds will return, and there will be greenness and flowers. I am reminded of another winter a long time ago when we lived in Moscow. It was a very hard winter that year in Europe--not unlike this one, actually -- and Moscow suffered along with everyone else. There were huge snowbanks everywhere, enormous icicles hung down outside my seventh floor windows, great winds scoured the streets clean of snow at night, leaving it drifted against the buildings and blocking the entrances with 6 foot drifts. There were no signs of greenness anywhere and although the city was beautiful in the snow, it was a stark beauty. I was enchanted though by the magic of the Russian winter, I had my sister-in-law's old fur coat (she had moved to California) and a good pair of boots, and I wandered the city taking it all in.

A few photographs from that winter -- I wish there were more but many of my slides have disappeared themselves without my knowledge. One is of the little lake at the convent of Novodevichy, with the little house for the waterfowl which lived there; another is an old wooden house in a back street in Moscow, and the third is an old (and unidentified) church, again in Moscow. The third was taken on a day when we went for a troika ride in Izmailovsky Park and met small Natasha, dressed for the cold, the next is a wooden church on a windswept plain outside Moscow -- Kharkov area, I think, and the last is more pleasant -- a little pond in a little village in the outskirts of Moscow.

PS -- I see that Blogspot has decided where to place my photos. Oh well.

Australia

2009-02-16T14:32:00.000-08:00

I am Australian-born, and although I have lived away from Oz for many years, I still regard myself as Australian. My home is in Victoria where the recent bushfires have done so much terrible damage. So many people have died--we do not yet know how many--and there are many fire victims in hospitals fighting for life. Like Americans, we like to see ourselves as living in a community of order, of laws and organization, where things like wildfires are dealt with quickly and without really serious consequences. My heart goes out to the fallen, to their families and friends, their neighbours, and to the incredibly brave firefighters who have worked to exhaustion this past week. Thank you and God bless you.

The bush animals -- as my daughter used to say when she was a little girl, it hurts my heart so much. Koalas can't run, and on the ground they are slow and awkward. Wombats probably hunkered down in their burrows, and I hope the fires passed over them without harm. Bandicoots and wallabies and possums both ring- and brushy-tailed, flying squirrels and kangaroos, goannas and flying foxes, and the birds! How do we count the birds? The lyrebirds don't fly, and many of these fires were in their dancing grounds; bellbirds and butcherbirds and rosellas and king parrots and sulphur-crested cockies and wattlebirds and honeyeaters -- where are they? How many have perished? How will we count this? And how do we estimate the forward loss?

The vegetation will re-generate because it has evolved over millenia to do just that; the eucalyptus regnans will regrow, albeit slowly because they don't regenerate from root and branch but only from burned-over seeds; it will take many many years for them to attain their mature height of more than 90 meters,but there are still some remaining forests where one can see them in their splendour, but can we depend on the next generation of Australians being able to see them, being able to listen to the kookaburras' dawn and dusk celebrations, to watch a lyrebird as he dances and sings and courts his lady with all the calls of the bushland? And what if they can't? Does that lack somehow detract from their Australian-ness, from the shared experience and love of the things that make our country unique?

Truly, this hurts my heart.

Blooms Day, February 09

2009-02-15T09:03:00.000-08:00

Well! After last month's dreary count of flowers in bloom on the 15th of the month, there has been a big change in the garden, and much much more change to come next month!

Today's offerings from La Dona Primavera include snowdrops, aconites, and violas; the helleborus niger is determinedly sending up its pink buds, but they need a little more warmth in order to open. The other hellebores have their big fat fringed buds down low among their tattered and burned old leaves, with probably a month to go before they actually get the courage to open. The mahonia by the front door (north face) is dawdling in opening also. My photographs leave a lot to be desired, I know, but as a record for me of what's opening today they are just peachy. There is actually one foolish camellia April Dawn flower almost open; this is an example of what happens when one breaks the rules and plants camellias on a south wall! Not possible to get a picture though, unless I wade right into the bed where the hyacinths are coming up. The little violas have survived the winter very well, and are now beginning to fatten -- this year, I fertilized with kelp all winter and they seem to like it. And one final photo -- the h. niger blooms from a neighbour's garden; whywhywhy does her plant bloom weeks before mine?

The buds are getting fat on the corylopsis sinensis, although the edgeworthia still has its silvery parasols closed up tight. Soon it will open and send glorious fragrance around the neighbourhood for a week, but not this week.

Dreams from the Veggie Catalogues

2009-01-17T13:49:00.001-08:00

Have just spent a happy two days with the stack of garden catalogues that has accumulated on my desk over the holidays, and have formulated a Grand Plan for a vegetable garden come summertime. This will be my most ambitious attempt at veggies, and I am prepared to sacrifice plants in the large perennial garden -- mostly because I am not happy with that garden, and am willing to ruthlessly move or toss plants. Mostly, I am going to remove the Knockout rose that someone gave me a couple of years ago and which I dislike immensely. It occupies a large space and cuts off sun to other things without giving me much in return. The flowers are pretty but not useful for bouquets for the house, nor particularly decorative in the garden. I think these plants would be great massed along the highway where their flowers would be bright but not subject to close scrutiny. So -- out it goes. Sorry, Cecelia, it died. Don't know whether it was the drought or the cold ... or the gardener's neglect, but it's gone.

Then, lots and lots of lovely practical things. Ichiban eggplant and Totem tomatoes, Red Sails lettuce and Thumbelina carrots and Trionfo Violetto pole beans, and fingerling potatoes (I hope -- never grew potatoes before), and Cippolini onions, and dill and basil and big tomatoes too, like Big Beef and Early Girl and Costoluto Genovese. And probably an in-house revolt at being required to eat vegetables at three meals a day in order to use it all up. I should be so lucky! Pictures later, when things get going.

Warm thoughts

2009-01-16T12:04:00.000-08:00

After spending a few minutes outside today looking for something -- anything - in bloom, I came in frozen, so I decided that what I needed was a little reminder of the warmth and beauty of my Jakarta garden, and of the Javanese landscape. The two little girls playing croquet are long ago grown up.

Bloom Day, January 2009

2009-01-16T11:08:00.000-08:00

This is the first time I have participated in Bloom Day, and I am not entirely sure how this works but here goes.

There is pathetically little in my garden right now -- the violas and pansies are completely flattened by last night's 8 degrees (above, this is northern Virginia not Minnesota!), and even the mahonia is not opening its buds yet. The snowdrops have shown their noses but with no flowers so far, and the helleborus niger's buds are just showing but not open. So, here is a picture of my big white cymbidium in the sun porch, and one of the mahonia's buds. Maybe by February's Bloom Day there will be something going on.

My dear mother-in-law lived in Chicago all her life, and she had a little oldfashioned poem that she would recite when winter got too much for her:

"I heard a bird sing in the dark of December,
We are nearer to spring than we were in September."

Halloween and Los Dias de los Muertos

2008-11-02T13:04:00.000-08:00

This time last year we were in Mexico -- we left here on November 1 and arrived there in time for the Days of the Dead. In Mexico City, the grand ofrenda was amazing -- giant skulls made of fiberglass, painted with bright flowers and geometric designs. There were "Aztec" priests in the Zocalo, chanting, burning copal, and selling blessings -- including blessings for the Mexican hairless dogs called "perritos Aztecas" (little Aztec dogs).

The idea is somewhat similar to that of Halloween -- the time when there is an opening between our world and the world of the dead, and each of us can cross over to visit the other. Homes, restaurants, hotels, offices all display a table with offerings for the dead of cigarettes, drinks, special foods, photos, perfumes, anything and everything the dead person enjoyed in life. The whole thing is edged with elaborate paper cutouts in black, red and orange -- very beautiful, but very hard to transport.

We visited a cemetery in a small village near Cuernavaca where the graves and tombs were decorated with the traditional flowers -- marigolds and red amaranthus caudatus, which we call love lies bleeding, and again the offerings of favourite things. There were candles everywhere, both to light the way for the families who are visiting and also to light the way for the beloved spirits return.

And, to bring this into the realm of gardening, the first picture is of the wall of the hotel garden in Cuernavaca -- the vine is called cupo de oro

Fall iz come!

2008-10-19T12:01:00.003-07:00

Temperature last night got down into the low 40s, and today is only in the fifties. All the tropicals are tucked up in the garage now with the exception of the brugmannsia, which insists as usual on opening most of its flowers very late in the season. It is not looking happy though, and I think it had better go inside tomorrow.

The leaf mulch is all distributed around the various beds although there is still a bit left on the grass. I need to gather it all so that I can re-seed the lawn there. There isn't much left in bloom, just the Korean mums, a few stragglers among the Austen roses, and some blue pansies. The picture on the right shows the Japanese anemones a couple of weeks ago -- they are almost gone now. The violas are planted in the hanging pot on the back deck, and I am awaiting the arrival of my bulb order from Scheepers. Once that comes, I can finish with the garden for the year and retreat to make plans for next year.

New Camellia

2008-10-06T12:04:00.001-07:00

I just planted C. April Dawn on the west side of the house, on the patio below the porch. It is the 18-24" size, and cost me $39.99. Its tag says:

Erect habit, with vigorous growth rate; shades of pink, shell and white variegation (not viral) on formal flowers. It has a very heavy bud set (well, this one has only two buds for next spring) and blooms over a long period. The pink and white variegation among the flowers over the whole plant is very unusual. Developed for exceptional cold hardiness. looms mid- to late season and is hardy to -10F without protection.

So, let's see how well it does there -- supposed to be the best aspect for camellias. The others I have are planted between the houses, facing east/north, and April Dawn is on the south side. It is now almost 8 feet tall, and is once again covered with buds for the spring. Hope most of them make it through the winter.

New Project

2008-09-25T14:00:00.000-07:00

I live in an old neighbourhood where many of the houses are very close together. Our house is on a corner so we have only one close neighbour, but that one is very close. There is probably only about 18 feet between our house and the neighbour's screened porch, just enough to allow for passage between the houses. The people who live next door are not gardeners, and don't mind that I use the little strip of their land -- about 4 feet wide -- to plant, and in return I keep it tidy and pretty. But one spot has always been a problem -- the earth banked against their foundation grows a wonderful crop of weeds. I have pretty much left it alone because it is really poor soil, and I don't have to look at it because I keep the blinds down on that side. But now I want to improve things there, and I am beginning to plant.

I have a load of leaf mulch coming tomorrow, and I will lay down newspaper and mulch to cover the weeds and plant ground cover through the layers. In the back garden I found two spotted ajugas (I HATE those things, but they were free!) and a forsythia (ditto) and have moved them to there, plus a PeeGee Hydrangea Tardiva. I have also started two flats of pachysandra cuttings, and plan to use those, some golden lysimachia, and blue ajuga to plant below the shrubs.

So, here's what it looks like now, and I will have to wait to see what will transpire!

Tropical Storm Hannah

2008-09-07T14:43:00.000-07:00

Tropical Storm Hannah came and went yesterday, leaving a whisker less than 7 inches of rain in my rain gauge, a little water in the basement, and a much refreshed garden. Some of the pots fell over and had to be rescued and the big coleus uprooted itself, but all told it was a non-event for us. Tomorrow afternoon I hope I have time to get out into the back and pull out some of the ivy and myrtle around the steps, in preparation for replanting that area.

Rain!

2008-08-28T10:07:00.000-07:00

A hasty note so that I will remember later how long it was between rains this year. It began to rain this morning, and it is still coming down softly. First rain we have seen in my neighbourhood since July 14, and I am delighted. AND -- the forecast calls for more tonight and tomorrow morning, then thunderstorms tomorrow evening. Oh, Joy! I can hear the roof gutters gurgling and can almost hear the plants slurping as they get their feet wet. It has arrived just in time for the big ferns in the back garden.

The view from inside

2008-08-21T17:13:00.000-07:00

As I walked through the house yesterday, I saw the view through the doors to the little deck outside, and thought it was pretty. Something to think about in the winter.

And another pot

2008-08-17T09:51:00.001-07:00

This one was pretty successful, I thought. It started out with the euphorbia Diamond Frost, the red plant whose name I cannot ever remember, and a brilliant lime-green coleus. The coleus got the collywobbles and perished, so I replaced it with the red and scarlet coleus. The Diamond Frost has done very well, and next year I will consider doing a pot of nothing else. I like the airiness and delicacy of it -- maybe it should be placed next to something big and brooding for contrast.

Time to evaluate

2008-08-16T08:31:00.000-07:00

It's time to look at the pots and patio and see the general effect, and decide what I want to change next year. I am not happy with the placement of the furniture nor with the pots but it's too late to change much now. I just added a pot of tibouchina which I hope can be wintered over in the garage with the brugmannsia, the jacaranda, the ginger, the fuchsia and the colocasia. Getting crowded in there!

So, here are some photos to remind me in January of what it looked like in August. Note to self: before you get too nostalgic, remember the gnats and mosquitoes too. And notice please the containers of insect repellent prominent in every picture!

We appear to have been moved to Canada,

2008-08-11T16:39:00.000-07:00

and are enjoying cool (55 degrees last night) nights and beautiful breezy days without humidity! The airconditioning is off, the windows are open, and I am sitting at the computer with the french doors open behind me so that I get the breeze and can hear the birds as they do their evening errands. The big copper birdbath is very popular with the feathered crowd, and I can hear them splashing around. The robins are the best customers, followed by the catbirds and the cardinals. Yesterday there was a goldfinch drinking there, in his brilliant yellow summer plumage.

No rain though, and the water barrel is down to less than one-third. This summer dryness seems to be a new pattern here and we can no longer count on afternoon thunderstorms to keep us watered.

Roses

2008-07-30T16:44:00.000-07:00

I am not a rose person -- conditions in the mid-Atlantic area are too difficult to grow really spectacular roses, but some of mine were lovely this spring.

The banks in front

2008-07-30T16:19:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking about the "lasagne" method of making a new flower bed -- I used it a couple of times when I was planting the banks in front of the house in order to eliminate the need to mow them. It is really simple to do, and I am surprised that more people don't do it. No need to nag at the strong back people in the household, no digging, no removal of sod, just save your newspapers until you have enough to cover the area 5 pages thick, enough mulch to cover the paper with 4 inches of mulch, and Bob's your uncle. You can even plant immediately, if you are an impatient person like me. The photos show the bank in front of my house at the conclusion of seven hours of hard labour on the part of my friend Martha and me. All the plants flourished, and have spread and filled in beautifully. Maybe it was the sweat with which we watered them that day!

The front garden

2008-07-21T14:47:00.000-07:00

We live in a suburban area where the lots are small -- about 1/4th of an acre is the norm although we have a little more than that because we have a corner lot. It's an old area developed in the late 1930's and early 40's but that doesn't mean that the gardens are old and beautiful. Not at all. Mostly they are yards. Places for the dogs to poop, or for the kids to drop their bikes, or to plant forsythia and magenta azaleas. I sometimes think that the azaleas are both the blessing and the curse of this area -- the blessing because they are perfectly acclimated to DC, the curse because they are perfectly acclimated to DC. People (and this includes the "landscapers" who are employed by builders) plant a row of azaleas across the front of the house, a dogwood tree in the middle of the lawn, and maybe a redbud tree on the corner of the double garage.

Now, there is nothing wrong with any of these plants --although I don't personally like redbud, many people find it beautiful, azaleas can be lovely, and dogwoods, of course, are as near perfection as any shrub gets. It's just that they are all (a) over-used and (b) planted without thought for their eventual size, and (c) with no regard at all for their colours. Magenta, pink, fire-engine red, coral, white -- azaleas mixed up in a god-awful stew of colour, with probably some egg-yolk yellow daffodils in front of them, for good measure. Azaleas left to their own devices can become enormous shrubs -- some of mine are over 8 feet tall--and as "foundation plantings" they are a joke. But I don't get the idea of "foundation plantings" anyway, so don't mind me. But if you are planting something new, could you go look at some blogs or websites to find out what would be pretty and unusual?

When I first came to this area from Australia, I used to ride around my suburb with my husband, and I would ask him "but where are the flowers?" After the daffodils and azaleas, there was nothing. Until lovely Ladybird Johnson came along and inspired all us young gardeners to help plant bulbs along the parkway and to envision the city changed by her love of flowers. It is hard now to remember what it was like then--green, certainly, but no hanging baskets of flowers, no perennial beds in people's gardens, and certainly No Tulips!!! So, despite real estate developers and their "landscapers", we have made progress! Now, we have lovely drifts of early tulips, marching ranks of Darwins, whole lawns of crocus tomasinianus, and stately groups of t. "Menton" in front of my house. And, dang it -- I have just noticed that Menton harmonizes very nicely with that magenta azalea in the foundation planting.

The persimmon tree is gone.

2008-07-21T07:03:00.001-07:00

For as long as we have lived in this house, there has been a large triple-trunked persimmon tree shading the back door and the southwest aspect of the house. Although it didn't set fruit, it was very messy -- it dropped twigs all year, tiny popcorn-shaped flowers for three weeks in spring and green fresh leaves at the same time, and dribbled down its large black-green leaves from mid-September on. The twigs were a particular nuisance, clogging the roof gutters and making a messy litter on the steps and patio, but I tolerated the whole mess for many years because of the shade in summer. One day recently though it dropped a large dead branch onto the patio, a couple of feet from where I was working and we decided that it needed to be gone. Also, there are now two oaks which have grown larger over the years and that are giving us good shade in the mid- to late-afternoons. So, the treecutters came and took it down, at vast expense and trouble, and now the roof gutters are clean and the patio too but I feel a pang of guilt at having done this terrible thing.

Not guilty enough not to begin planning to replant the area formerly shaded by the tree. There are hostas there, a lonely azalea, some hellebores, ferns, and in early spring the whole bank is covered by Dutchman's breeches dicentra -- I planted one corm years and years ago, and it has naturalized very happily. I am afraid it will not come back now that the conditions have changed, and I think that the hostas and ferns won't be happy either. What a delightful dilemma -- what to plant there? So many choices, so little money!

"The Folly" and fringe tree in bloom

2008-07-20T13:30:00.000-07:00

A couple of years ago, a friend gave me an old wrought iron gate that she found in the garage when she moved to an old house. I put it at the end of the side pathway between our house and the house next door because it seemed like a nice idea to mark the entrance to the back garden, and because the fringe tree hangs so beautifully and frames it. My husband thinks this is the silliest idea ever -- "but it doesn't keep anything in .... or out" so it has become "The Folly", and I think every garden should have at least one. The idea of passing from one space to another is completely lost on him, but I love The Folly and have allowed the native ferns to grow up around the posts. There is a clematis jackmannii that is very happy there now -- it grows through a white azalea and then up an old trellis, and its purple blooms coincide happily with the azalea.

I have been working on the side garden for years now -- there is an old flagstone walk which is very weedy, and it is a lot of work to keep it looking good. About two years ago I transplanted a lot of hostas to there, and they have settled in very well -- a bit too successfully, in fact, because they are presently crowding out a couple of small camellias and will have to be disciplined severely. The neighbours' house is very close at this point, and the small strip of land which belongs to them is quite a problem because it is a weed farm and is never mowed unless I get out there with the weed whacker. I am going to ask them if they mind (hah! they'd never notice!) if I plant something like ajuga or mazus reptans there. The mazus is beginning to fill in between the flagstones in places, so it might be a good choice. I think I will mix ajuga, mazus, and the golden creeping plant whose name is lurking at the edge of my brain right now, and see which of them wins out. Couldn't look any worse than it does now.

On the other hand, my large corylopsis is doing very well -- it is outside the east window of the living room, so that I can see its lovely catkins in late winter and enjoy them from inside. Also, camellias appear to like the place and I have several which are doing quite well, including a wonderful c. sasanqua, "Snow Flurry", which covers itself in white fluffy blooms in November -- or, it would if the hostas would stop leaning on it till it gets a bit bigger.

Zucchini

2008-07-14T16:46:00.001-07:00

We got an inch of the lovely wet stuff last night, and my water barrel is now full and ready to supply water to all the veggies -- except for the zucchini. Why did my zucchini die? There doesn't seem to be any problem with its stem -- i.e., no borers or breaks, but it's dead. From a lovely flourishing plant it has gone to a shrivelled miserable mess. Why? Why did this happen to my plant?

2008-07-13T14:35:00.000-07:00

July 2008

So far this has been a good summer -- not too much heat, not too much humidity, and a lot of rain up till early June. But then, the rains ceased and now we could really use a good soaking. I planted some cockscomb seedlings today, given me by a neighbour, and it was difficult to dig the ground for them. But now the sky is dark, and the forecast is for a chance of thunderstorms tonight.

This is the back deck, which faces the patio shown in the earlier photo. The chair is a new acquisition -- $50 at Home Goods last week. I had been ogling it for months but at $150 I couldn't buy it. It looks nice there and is a good place for looking things over in the evening, provided the mosquitoes aren't too bad.

The planters this year have done well, and I will take pictures of them so as to remember for next year what has done well. The Gartenmeister Bonstedt fuchsia is doing well, although I haven't seen a single hummingbird at it yet this year. The white ginger in the foreground is vexing because it won't begin to bloom until late September, and last year its blooms withered because I had to bring it inside before they were ready to open. Not sure what to do to hurry it up.

P.S. -- it's raining! First rain in 29 days!