I hope everyone is having fun in garden this week. There’s so much happening. I’m surprised, yet again, that it’s all coming back, bigger and bolder. The Eryngium agavifolium above is going nuts, doing it’s best to embarrass its buddy, the Nolina. If this keeps up, soon I won’t be able to see dirt. And according to Megan, that means you’re done. Wouldn’t that be a terrible turn of events?
Fortunately, moving to this new garden has thoroughly emboldened me. I dig and move and divide with abandon, pesky arm permitting. All of this was really born of necessity with the big transplant from our Alameda garden. In fairness, my Garden Blogging Pals did the heavy lifting. I am, however, extremely talented in watching other people work. It was an unexpected boon, and another reason to be grateful for my fellow fanatical gardeners.
The garden these days is like Christmas morning when I was little and all six of us got everything we wanted. I’d have never asked for Tinker Toys or Lincoln Logs, but I quite enjoyed playing with them. It was really the best part, when everyone had opened the loot and settled down to the bounty.
I swear I’m not showing the same plant over and over. Here when we moved in, the Peonies bloom in succession. I think there are seven, unless I’m forgetting one. Pretty fabulous.
The hot bed is starting to look like a hot mess, but now with the Sea of Juniper garden out front, full-sun, thank you very much, many plants are headed north. Didn’t think the super spiky Yucca NOID in the middle would make the move because we dug up so little root, but it did, in spades.
I pulled this Genista completely out of the ground, thinking is was dead. Fresh roots told me otherwise, and I put it back. Patience, Patricia.
The above Eryngium is growing like mad. Can’t wait to see the blooms. It’s going to be pollinator heaven.
You can find the fabulous Nolina ‘La Siberica’ at Cistus Nursery, which I sincerely hope to visit tomorrow–and as you can see, every garden needs at least one, but three would probably be better.
Of course, it’s not all terrible when too dark to garden. Because then, Bill, darling, would you like a glass of wine…
Cheers.