Sunday, 26 June 2016
Hardy Plant Study Weekend in Salem, Oregon
Grand Hotel, Salem
At breakfast, we overheard another Hardy Planter saying that the fourth garden of the list of eight on today’s tour was south, and all the others were north. We saved considerable driving time by going to the Salem garden first (even though it meant a late arrival to the plant sales at the first official stop of the day).
garden 20: Laveryne’s Garden
We couldn’t linger because of wanting to get to the plant sales while the pickings were still good, so on we drove to…
garden 17: Sebright Nursery
After we parked in a grassy field, I made a beeline to the vendors. It was hot, by the way, in the upper 80s.
This is when I succumbed to Hacquetia ‘Thor’, and a hardy begonia. Dan said I had a good eye and had made two excellent choices. I said he must say that to everyone, but he said not so. 😉
While I was browsing the Secret Garden Growers table, I overheard one of the owners quote a garden lecturer as having spoken of planting in “generous drifts of one”…what Ann Lovejoy calls the “onesies” of the plant collector. Or ones-sie-ing, which is impossible to spell.
Having spent another small fortune, we walked down a long road to the Sebright display garden and nursery.
My three hostas at home are all pathetic, snail-chewed things. At garden after garden on the hardy plant tour, I had seen gorgeous, perfect hostas, all probably from this renowned nursery.
I did acquire a choice Sanguisorba ‘Lilac Squirrel’ and wish I could have acquired more plants. I was daunted by having to carry them up the hill, and because Allan’s back was still “out”, I could not load him down like a pack pony.
On the way out, Allan photographed this amazing flower; I had to ask on Facebook for an identification:
Next: an iris nursery and owner’s personal garden
I skipped that first garden you hit – thanks for the pictures of what I missed!
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It was a little out of the way of the others. The owner was so nice, I was glad we went but I can understand why it might have been skipped by people who headed north first.
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P.S. It reminded me a lot, in the front especially, of my grandma’s garden.
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