Damn, I wish I’d planted that

Damn, I wish I’d planted that

To the best of my knowledge, there’s no rule against coveting thy neighbor’s plants. So I’ve been cruising this garden regularly ever since I spied pomegranates along the path last winter. I was kind of dying to know what was inside. The fruits are smaller than the ones you see at the grocery store. Are they ripe? Are they edible? I was soooo close to knowing the answer. I’m apparently fine with stalking someone else’s plants, but I drew the line at sampling the fruit uninvited…this time anyway. Can you see why this took some restraint? They certainly look delicious. Pomegranates are one of the reasons I look forward to winter. Call me crazy, but there’s something magical about sprinkling them on squash. Really. Try it. Not all the fruits were making an escape. Most of the fruits were intact and in it for the long haul, if the owners decide not to harvest, and let the orbs decorate the bare stems throughout the winter, like last year. If this were my plant, I’d be torn. So delicious. So pretty. What to do? I don’t know why I have always imagined Pomegranates as a Californian plant. They’re all allegedly hardy to zone 7 or 8. We can totally grow them in Portland. Why we don’t grow more, I can’t tell you. We should. While plant-stalking the pomegranate, guess what I saw lurking right behind? A heavily decorated persimmon! How great does it look with the pumpkin color echo in the background? How festive. Those fruits! I can’t get over the skin. Matte finish like a peach, but smooth, not...
Punica granatum ‘Eight Ball’ ?

Punica granatum ‘Eight Ball’ ?

The great thing about walking the neighborhood is you see things you might miss from the car. I’d noticed this particular garden because it has the most exquisitely pruned Sambucus. And truth be told, I’ve been hoping to catch the pruner in the act–so I can offer to clear some of the pruned bits. Rumor has it that it’s easy plant to propagate. And I’m ready to give it a try. So the other day, I’m walking past the Sambucus, and I finally notice the Pomegranate. Holy cow, how did I miss that? Crazy good, right? I don’t know how I missed this plant in bloom. Maybe because the next street over has great gardens too, and I often take that route instead. But next year, I’ll be on the case. And when I see the gardener, I’ll ask if my guess about it being P. ‘Eight Ball’ is correct. Here’s a wider shot of the garden. You can see why I’d be distracted. Beautifully curated and maintained. Do you have this Pomegranate, and do you think I’ve got the i.d. right? Drop a note. We love hearing from you....