Drawn Swords, Blueberry Tart, Xanthippe’s Halo. These are part of the now nonexistent collection for which I still wistfully keep records. It might be the horticultural equivalent of an obituary column, where we mourn the passing of loved ones. I might replace some of them, but for now they are simply fond memories.
Every gardener has her list of failures, and mine gets longer every year. This year it was my seven-foot tall brugmansia that succumbed to a very hard frost. Even in the garage, it was too cold for this favorite to stay alive. One day it was full of blooms, filling the garage with the most wonderful fragrance; the next day the whole tree was brown and limp. Continue reading “Going, going, gone!”
Any reader of this column will know by now that I just love the daylilies with the dark “eye zones,” or centers.
“Moonlit Masquerade,” “Raspberry Candy,” and “Carpetbagger” are some of my favorites, with their dark eye zone giving the blooms a stark contrast. They have a certain appeal, and they also remind us of a basic Bible truth about our spiritual sight. Continue reading “When the eye is bad”
Zoar. It was just a small town, but the results of settling there was far from insignificant. That’s what I was thinking about this morning as I pulled out several hundred tiny weeds from around the hydrangeas.
Last week saw temperatures near zero in our area, and the tropical plants that usually live in the garage over the winter froze solid, soil and all. Gone is the seven-foot potted brugmansia that I grew from an eight-inch cutting several years ago. O, how the mighty have fallen!
And yet, the half-inch tall weed sprouts outside in the garden are as healthy as can be! If anyone gets a constant reminder that life isn’t fair, it is the home gardener. Continue reading “Is it not small?”
What’s your favorite color? Chances are, if you are like the largest percentage of the population, it’s blue.
If you are a gardener, you are not in luck, if that’s the case. True blue color is not that common in the plant world. The color blue occurs in less than ten percent of the plant world’s 280,000 flowering species, according to a professor in the Department of Biological Sciences at Florida International University in Miami. Continue reading “True Blue”
The weather forecast warned of high winds, so it was no surprise that the shrieking gusts persisted late into the evening. It only took two steps onto the back porch the next morning to see the portable shed, set up only a few months ago, was destroyed. It was upended, and its frame lay like a giant, dead, twisted spider in the tomato garden.
The various pots and garden tools, never as picturesque as the clay pot groupings in the garden magazines anyway, were now littered across the neighbor’s yard. Continue reading “The whole thing”
Are you as weary as I am of titles to stories and articles that promise to “wow” you with an amazing surprise?
To tell you the truth, I usually murmur “What happens next is that I ignore this.” And then move on to something without the phony hype. Continue reading “What happens next?”
“How do we move that?”
“Is it okay to drive heavy vehicles across septic lines?”
“We can’t buy that tree – the root ball is too big to carry it across the yard.”
“Will this fit in a wheelbarrow?”
There are many aspects to consider when one is moving things in the garden. Maybe it’s just me — but it seems like things get heavier every year. Continue reading “Moving violations in the garden”
It was a quiet, mild morning, and frost was imminent. As more and more plants die and are taken out, large empty spaces open up in the beds; as if the garden is yawning in anticipation of its winter slumber. I spent those quiet, contemplative hours “making dirt,” as I call it. Continue reading “Reduce, Reuse, Recycle”
If the garden teaches us one thing – and one thing only – it is the principle that change is inevitable.
You might furnish the inside of your home with the highest quality furniture and decor, and keep the children off the couch in the formal living room, and then the grandchildren can come some day and recognize the room based on old photos from fifty years before. I’ve seen it happen. Continue reading “Subject to change without notice”
The long planter holding a small collection of sedums at the edge of the patio really isn’t all that old. It was hand-crafted from portland cement, peat moss and sand about five years ago.
The pitted, aged appearance is deceiving. It comes from the holes and crevices left behind as the chunks of peat moss decayed and disappeared. Continue reading “Feeling Old?”