Sometimes I believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” Alice

Oh my goodness. I thought I was way out in front of gardening season this year. And now it’s already Hortlandia time. Oh sure, I’ve got it on my calendar, but I also thought today was tomorrow. So I didn’t realize Hortlandia was upon us until fellow plant luster Loree made mentioned.

Now I’m worried about lines and parking and whether this pesky bionic shoulder can bear the weight of a full box of plants. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

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In my line of work at plant lust–researching, updating, and adding photos–I sometime forget whether I’m working or shopping. It’s a nice blurring of boundaries, mostly. But with a perennial list of 5,000 some plants in draft status, I don’t really have that much time to goof off. (Even as I write this post, I’m dipping into the data base to make a few tweaks.)

I review many plants every day, making it hard to stay on track. This began with a bang five years ago when we added our first Nursery, the great Gossler Farms, and has not abated since. That’s a good thing. But to think how much I thought I didn’t know then. It’s only a fraction of what I don’t know now!

Megan during Winter field trip to Gossler Farms.
Megan during Winter field trip to Gossler Farms.

When it comes to plant names, I feel like I’m the new kid at a party where everyone else is acquainted. I’m the outlier, so they remember my name, but having met them all at once, I don’t know which face goes with which name. It’s sort of like that with plants. They look familiar, and I know a lot of Latin names. Problem is, they’re not always connected to their moorings. And apparently it all goes willy-nilly anyway, because my planting style is similar to my use of the curbside recycling bin: it’s full when you can’t fit one more blade.

Loved this grouping in old garden. As Megan says, you're not done if you can still see soil.
Loved this grouping in old garden. As Megan says, you’re not done if you can still see soil.

In anticipation of really being on top of gardening season this year, I’ve been putting together a lust list, prepping the beds, and getting a few plants in the ground. Then wham, unseasonably warm and dry weather. And just like that, I’m late. Plus I’m going to have to water. I know, tiny violins everywhere. But this is Portland. It ain’t supposed to be warm and dry in April. Plus I had a plan.

Ricinus communis aka Castor Bean. This will go in the front garden away from dogs. Poison!
Ricinus communis aka Castor Bean. This will go in the front garden away from dogs. Poison!

So tomorrow, plan be hanged, I’m off to Hortlandia to meet up with other wild-eyed plant enthusiasts. I’ve got high hopes that I’ll discover the plants on my list, and then some–whether I can remember their names or not.

 

Cheers