Sunday, 21 April 2024
at home
Yesterday evening, Allan had got down and filled the rest of the green jugs that had been hanging on a pole in the garage.
It had been so dry that the birdbaths in the front yard, which I have been forgetting to check, are empty.
Today I did some weeding and deadheading and puttering in the garden and appreciated late blooming narcissi.
I like big flat orange cups, but my favourite kind of narcissus has tiny cups.
I bought this collection from Van Engelen and I think I will buy it again.
How ironic that I, a working class hero, should be buying a collection whose description implies that upper class ladies are all charming and graceful, which has not been my experience!
As I walked around the willow grove, I noticed that the bald cypress that I bought from Forest Farm, that had been been struggling in a dry spot, and which I had decided after reading more about it to move to the end of the deep swale where it had its feet (so to speak) under water for most of the winter, and which I was therefore sure I had killed, is putting out foliage! I thought I had drowned it.
Here, for Tony Tomeo, is a photo of the pulmonaria with almost silver leaves. Some of the leaves have faint spots, and the flowers are blue. I have long forgotten the cultivar name (wish I knew). Perhaps someday I will match up every old tag I have…I keep them all….with plants. That always leads to sadness, though, as so many plants turn out to have not survived.
I sifted two more partial barrows of compost for the driveway garden.
Perhaps more posts in the future will be short like this one. What a relief!
Who knew bald cypress could grow here. I hope it thrives in its new home.
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It is now sitting it water again! Forestfarm is out of Oregon so they must think it grows in the PNW…We shall see how wet feet affect it. Cold wet feet!
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I like the small-cupped narcissi best as well. That’s a lovely mixture, upper class or not!
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It is such a good mix and the cups are so exceptionally tiny they make my heart melt.
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Your continuous supply of compost is amazing.
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It is the leftover wealth of the big Long Beach job; once it is used up, I don’t think I will ever have as much again. ALTHOUGH I am I being more diligent about adding every possible scrap of clean non-weedy green to the compost and we WILL start shredding the branch pile eventually. I also might start soaking non-seedy weeds in a bucket of water and turning them to green mush that I can safely add.
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All good plans.
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Ah the sadness of old plant tags. One season I fell in love with the spendour – and marketing – of echinacea. They burst upon the garden scene in promises of glorious colour – Echinacea Wild Berry, Supreme Elegance, Ferris Wheel, Sombrero Sandy Yellow, Rosita Prairie Pixie, Cheyenne Spirit, Rubystar…
Notations in my garden records the next year, entry after entry “did not return”.
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I am impressed you keep such good records. Mine are just pots of plantless tags. Fancy echinaceas turned out to be famous for not returning, or so I have read. Sadly. I fell for a few myself.
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The silver of the foliage is so monochromatic, that it looks more like light green. Perhaps that is why I do not remember it as such. I think of silver foliage as exhibiting some sort of pattern over darker green.
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