{"id":8195,"date":"2015-11-06T09:06:21","date_gmt":"2015-11-06T17:06:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogadmin.plantlust.com\/blog\/?p=8195"},"modified":"2024-01-24T07:01:09","modified_gmt":"2024-01-24T15:01:09","slug":"a-grand-weekend-out-2-gossler-farms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/plantlust.com\/blog\/garden-nurseries\/a-grand-weekend-out-2-gossler-farms\/","title":{"rendered":"a grand weekend out 2: Gossler Farms"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s taken me a while to get\u00a0that I’m challenged when trying to\u00a0talk, observe, and photograph in unison. This is not entirely new to my, uhm, imaginative brain style. But since my concussion, I’m further along on the continuum. Recently, one of my brain therapist said, “well, when you have a\u00a0really disorganized brain style…”<\/p>\n

Say what! I don’t think\u00a0she meant that\u00a0as\u00a0compliment. I mean, who decided that straight-line thinking is the right way, and a more firework fanciful way of thinking\u00a0is the wrong way. Hmmph.<\/p>\n

I hope you’re not weary of concussion talk. I’d skip it, if it wasn’t integral to my thinking process. It’s almost an OCD thing, where if I don’t say it–I can’t get to the next thing. Wacky, indeed, and intellectually I know better, but there you have it. I’m glad to report that docs and scientists are making great strides in understanding and treating Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI)–which doesn’t sound nearly as cute and\u00a0cuddly as concussion, right?<\/i><\/p>\n

So, back to the story of a grand weekend out:\u00a0after a\u00a0nonstop eating, talking, laughing weekend with the\u00a0book women, I made it to Gossler Farms<\/a> on Sunday. Book Babe Kathy R. dropped me off–at the famous nursery in Springfield, Oregon. She shopped a bit with her trusty list of trees in hand, and then headed for Warren, Oregon where she lives–up the highway a bit from Cistus Nursery<\/a>. Oregon is nothing if not lousy with great nurseries. Meanwhile, Megan had driven\u00a0down from Portland, and she later ferried\u00a0me back home to PDX.<\/p>\n

\"Megan<\/a>
Megan and Roger Gossler exiting Greenhouse #3, with Benny and Sophie as sidekicks.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Gossler Farms is a plant lover’s paradise–so gorgeous, with a huge collection<\/a> of extraordinary plants. And they have dogs and horses too. Wait a sec. The other point I was trying to make–before the explosion of asides–is that I did not necessarily capture the pictures of plants and the names of plants simultaneously. I hope you will forgive that lapse–and if you please, add or correct identities where\u00a0you see fit.<\/p>\n

\"Continus<\/a>
Continus ‘Grace’ putting on a show. It honestly glows like this right out there in nature.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Here’s\u00a0a late season bloom on a Gunnera manicata<\/a>, the big fella. Is that right, calling this a bloom?<\/p>\n

\"Gunnera<\/a>
Gunnera bloom all hale and hearty.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

And then, this cool display of spent Hostas with\u00a0their blooms. Nice, no? That should make us think twice about cutting off those flowers.<\/p>\n

\"ghosts<\/a>
Ghosts of Hostas past with\u00a0Gunnera perpensa in foreground.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Team plant lust has fallen hard for this Gunnera perpensa<\/a>. I need to get mine in the ground. Today. I swear.<\/p>\n

\"Gunnera<\/a>
Gunnera perpensa aka River Pumpkin. I love that name.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We saw this spectacular grape vine growing on a fence on the farm. I asked the name and then promptly forgot. I remember Eric Gossler shaking the fence and saying it was getting loose, but that doesn’t really help.<\/p>\n

\"Grape<\/a>
Grape with giant leafs and thorns.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

And there was a Fremontodenron in bloom. I’m not sure which one, because those were some shiny leaves, and the one I had at the Alameda garden had\u00a0felty foliage.<\/p>\n

\"Fremontodendron<\/a>
Fremontodendron in bright yellow bloom.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

This Barberry stopped me in my tracks. I forgot the name–but can you blame me? I was spellbound.<\/p>\n

\"Barberry<\/a>
Barberry with stunning fruit.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Isn’t this a gorgeous vignette? I cannot name the conifer, though Mr. Rhone Street garden<\/a>s says the side plants are Schizachyrium and Fothergilla. Sounds right, no? I thought the conifer was a moss-covered rock upon first glance.<\/p>\n

\"Schizachyrium,<\/a>
Schizachyrium, conifer ?, and Fothergilla — pretty sure.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

And I promised you horses. Megan was so happy.<\/p>\n

\"Megan<\/a>
Megan has been an animal lover since she was an inch tall.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

More horse pictures. I don’t know their names either.<\/p>\n

\"Pretty<\/a>
Pretty horses, and so friendly.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Eric Gossler grabbed hold to make sure the fence was off. A brave and gallant man.<\/p>\n

\"Note<\/a>
Note Megan’s rain boots: they have heels, of course.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Another team plant lust heartthrob. Loree started it<\/a>, but we all agreed right away. This\u00a0Daimyo or Emperor Oak is dynamite. It holds its leaves right through the winter, and the color is terrific in every season.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\t\t