Sunday, 19 August 2018
Sunday, 19 August 2018
Allan went boating, a trip which will be shared here for tomorrow morning.
I finally took the time, before going outside, to watch an episode of Gardener’s World, from July 2017.

Nigel

Nellie

and the lovely Monty Don
I was thrilled when Monty went to Dublin to visit Helen Dillon, whose garden used to be this one:

And now she has moved to a smaller place, although she does not like the word “downsizing.”
I love her. When I went to the 2008 Hardy Plant Study Weekend in Eugene, she was the keynote speaker and after that, I read her books.

She said, regarding her move, “It’s not fun just maintaining. I’ve got rid of old memories, bad memories, plants I’ve gone off. I’ve managed to throw all my problems out the window and chuck ’em.” She doesn’t like plants she’s gone off “cluttering up the place. One has got to be tough and bossy over plants. Make yourself really look.”
Monty said, “It must be hard for you to be tough and bossy.”
Helen replied, “I think there is a slight edgy, edgy air to that comment.”
Her advice, “Instead of saying farewell with a heavy heart say fare forward. Instead of mourning the past, build on it.”
Plants to acquire: Canna musifolia, Furcraea parmentieri; plant to reacquire: Astrantia ‘Shaggy’ and Fuchsia magellanica ‘Hawkshead’ (used to have them in my old garden).
Other things I learned from this jam-packed episode:
In a segment about native meadows, birds foot trefoil is great for pollinators, and aphids are beneficial for feeding other insects. There were aphids all over a patch of nettle.
Monty, in his garden, said that picking ALL the sweet peas every ten days stimulates a massive re-flowering.
Grow potatoes in a bag, tip the bag out into a wheelbarrow and harvest the potatoes in mid July.
In potting plants, he uses potting soil and grit in equal volume. Grit on the surface of a pot prevents “capping”, which is when the top of the soil dries out and the water just bounces off.

In a segment on dahlias, featuring David Brown, whose father, John, had a dahlia nursery, I learned that in 1966 only 700 dahlias were registered, but by 1982, through the efforts of David, “the man who rescued dahlias”, 4000 were. He went around the country seeking out the old varieties.

David Brown and his dahlias. Which are pronounced DAYlias there, so of course I will say it that way.
A do it yourself project featured an enclosure for the wheelie bin—with a green roof on top! Very clever and doable way to incorporate a green roof…but you’d have to pull the wheelie bin out to lift the lid and add trash to it.

I was pleased when the show then visited a garden in Dungeness, made around some converted industrial buildings.

I was not pleased that no one mentioned Derek Jarman, whose book Derek Jarman’s Garden is one of my favourite coastal gardening books. With objects found on the beach turned into garden art, the modern gardeners had certainly been influenced by him.

This is very Derek Jarman.

a must read for coastal gardeners
Plant to acquire: blue amsonia.
And then I went outside to my own garden. I had been meaning all weekend to get to weeding the front garden. Its state of unkemptness is rather an embarrassment.
First, I got thoroughly distracted by the bogsy wood.

a wheelbarrow full of weeding later
The Bogsy Wood is the wildest part of the garden and my favourite. It reminds me of camping by Nason Creek when I was a child. It is too bad that one grove of salmonberry died out in a drought a few years ago, because I have now made the area more cultivated and lost some of that riverside feeling. This WAS riverbank years ago before the port was built out on fill.
I do enjoy the new shade beds, and I still have the wild area outside the fence.

I have not sat on this comfy bench once since I made this sit spot last autumn.

looking through the fence…

the wild willow grove
Looking back to the main garden, I thought of the path I keep planning to make and of how an arch between the trees would look wonderful, even if it were just a long branch going across and securely fastened to two of the trunks.


from the other side, I really do intend to put a winding path through here that goes back to that bench…
I so wanted to weed this little bed…


At least I weeded around this cyclamen from Our Kathleen.
I forced myself to go toward the front garden.
By the back patio, Skooter had exhausted himself “helping” me with the Bogsy Wood weeding.


I wondered if the wildfire haze was making the cats lethargic.
Still in the back garden, I got distracted by smoothing out the newly cleared (of daylilies and irises) Willows Loop East path.

much better

Last weekend, it looked like this.
Finally I made it to the front garden for two and a half hours of evening weeding.

got the east bed somewhat weeded

front path, before

after

before

after
While weeding, I realized to my shock that the oscillating sprinkler was completely missing the area that has seemed so slow to fill in. WHY did it take me so long to figure this out?

powder dry area….oops.

The water hits and runs down this post instead of crossing the path.
Allan returned as I was hose watering the sad area.
I am longing for rainy days so that I can read this huge array of books that I have actually purchased or had lent to me, especially the Marion Cran series. I have ordered one more book, Hagar’s Garden, to complete her memoirs, and when it arrives I will start with The Garden of Ignorance.


Turns out The Squabbling Garden is about raising birds, not so much a memoir.

books lent to us by Judy and Larry

and a whole ‘nother stack of non gardening books from various friends
Not to mention that I have about twenty books on suspended hold at the library.
It will be a happy day for me when I close the window curtains on the dark at four thirty in the afternoon, with rain during the day and nothing to do but read.
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