Sometimes I try to determine if I have a favorite plant in the garden. Turns out, it’s impossible. I love them all. I have to say, though, Rhodocoma capensis aka Cape Restio ranks high on the list.
Hope everyone is getting in some spring shopping. It’s busy out there, online and at the physical nurseries. Since big group sales are off again this year, nurseries have lots of luscious wares on hand. But, they are going fast. If you have your eye on something, don’t tarry. Or it will be swooped up by a more decisive shopper, and then the plant will never look so good to you. I promise. Don’t ask me how I know.
Lots of hearts to be found in the garden.
Am I alone in finding little inspiration in the winter beds?
Or so I imagine, until I put on my galoshes and go out for a stroll. Oh sure, squishy mud O’plenty. But seems there are some wonders to behold if I don’t sit inside and sulk.
Plenty of garden goodness out there still, at least around the Pacific Northwest. Here are a few shots from my Concordia Neighborhood walkabouts.
We are grateful for our fabulous contributing nurseries, and for you, our tribe of fellow nerds. Keep on planting.
Every year toward end of summer–when it’s hot and uninspiring in the garden–I think, but fall is coming. I imagine being outside enjoying the lovely light, getting to those projects I put off for cooler weather, maybe sitting in the lounge chairs that’ve gone unused all season.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, frost on the roof and no reindeer near. Early on, several days running, frost! Oh, I know it’s nothing to some of you tougher gardeners in more severe climate, but I’m no monument to justice. This is Portland. In ain’t supposed to be this cold this soon. Scrambling to protect tender plants ensued.
It’s that time of year when imprudent planting decision make themselves known. Labor Day already, can you believe it? At any rate, I’m editing heck out of the garden. Noting where plants have flopped, too little sun. Or plants are fried, too much sun. Also looking at the water sprouts on the apple tree, which seem to get away from us no matter what. The upright branches radically changed the amount of sun getting through to the Hot Bed. Thusly, I ordered a lightweight pole pruner; it seems manageable without me become a menace. Water sprouts beware. (more…)