Saturday, 16 April 2016
At last, a fine day at home to weed. I spent hours on the center back yard bed, the most boring one to weed because it is all rather samey with its river of Geranium ‘Rozanne’.
While I weeded, Allan did me a large favour by digging out the big, dying pink flowering currant.
I want an evergreen shrub in this spot to “stop the eye”at the edge of the garden.
Allan mowed Nora’s (Alicia’s) lawn.
Sunday, 17 April 2016
While Allan went grocery shopping across the river, I tackled the east side back garden bed.
I had to stop at 3:30 and this is why; the weather was scorching hot:
I had had a very big idea and had asked Allan to look for some bamboo screening that will “stop the eye” where the flowering currant came out.
We almost started to put up the screen. With only half an hour before a social engagement, I had a feeling we did not have time. The next day proved me right as it was quite difficult to install.
Our evening out involved touring two favourite gardens and that will be a separate post (or maybe even two).
Monday, 18 April 2016
My mission was to get the west side back garden bed weeded, and to do my least favourite garden project: planting new plants.
Allan rassled two of the three new fifteen foot long bamboo screens into place. (Fortunately for me and the garden, the tide was not good for boating this weekend.)
In the great garden design book, The Inward Garden, Julie Moir Messervy writes about how we can look back to childhood to figure out what archetype of garden appeals to most. Some people like a promontory, with an expansive view, and tend to clip down their shrubs in a way that I find utterly shocking. I like a cave, an enclosed and private and secret space, and it bothers me a great deal when I can see out of the sides of the garden. I do like to keep the view open at the south end of the garden in winter, to see the port buildings, so I don’t plant anything evergreen at that end. It’s tricky to rely on shrubs to give me the sense of enclosure that I crave, because living things die. I recall that Ann Lovejoy said something like the best privacy hedge is…a fence!
I did get over half of my ladies in waiting planted. What a relief. Roses ‘Madame Alfred Carriere’ (what a shame her own name is buried), ‘Westerland’, and ‘Jude the Obscure’, many Nicotiana langsdorfii (to have sort of a theme among the onesies), two more Ilex ‘Sky Pencil’ and a ‘Cardinal’ red twig dogwood and one of the two Stipa barbata and more… I would rather have kept weeding, but the planting simply had to be done.
We were able to have a campfire for the first time this year.
Oh how I wished for another day off to finish weeding the west bed. Or a week off to get ALL the weeding done. However, work calls tomorrow.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
from my mother’s garden diaries of two decades ago
My mother’s birthday was April 16th.
1995 (age 71):
April 17: Bruce still sick and I have a cold, the first one since I started getting flu shots years ago. Rec’d Foster Farms order all in excellent condition. Only one broken.
April 18: Drs appt (Bruce) and glucose test (me).
1998 (age 74):
April 16: 12:30-4:30 Worked 4 hours again on the strawberries and only got 3 rows. It seems like I’m poking the plants in fast but it takes quite a while to plant these wide rows. Al [her brother] called tonight and we chatted quite awhile Skyler called, too. [It was mom’s 74th birthday.]
April 17: 11:30 to 4:30 5 hours today and still not finished. I have 10 rows done and probably can finish tomorrow. The berry plants in the two square trays are huge. I think they are the first ones I dug from the rows by the asparagus.
April 18: I worked on the strawberries 2 hours and got rained in.