I feel giddy and witty and bright. Or at least I did until I woke two nights ago with a super duper sore throat. That ain’t supposed to happen smack dab in the middle of spring gardening season. Nature is a riot of blooms. She’s calling all pollinators. She’s itching to be ogled. And I am spending more time on the sofa than in yard. Dagnabbit.
All the “how to” websites will tell you silver foliage is a great addition to the garden because it cools things down and plays nice with the hot colors. Then they go on to show photographs of plants that are actually grey, white or blue. I have nothing against those plants (they’re some of my favorites) but when I want silver I want shine… (more…)
I bought a peony at a plant sale where it was labeled “Woodland Peony.” That should mean it is Paeonia obovata, although I tend not to 100% trust plant labels that don’t include a latin name. I can’t speak for all P. obovata since I just have the one, but this plant reinvents itself more than any other plant I’ve ever known.
I chose P. obovata because it grows in a semi-shady woodland setting, and because it allegedly has single creamy flowers. An unassuming mild mannered plant that fits in nicely with the surrounding plants in shades of green, gold, and white. But this plant does not bloom whatever color The Man says it should bloom. It does whatever it pleases, and reserves the right to change its mind day to day.
Hah. I thought I’d pick a simple topic today. Because at least in the Pacific Northwest, it is full-on gardening season, and there is so much to do. As I run hither and yon, horrified by what I see, I periodically remind myself, these are “troubles” of my own making. I’m so lucky with my first-world problems, working from home with animals nearby and mere steps from the garden. (more…)