Saturday, 7 October 2023
Allan photographed some Halloween decorations that had appeared on our block, next door…
…and across the street.
We don’t start decorating with our more perishable Corridor of Spooky Plants™ till after the fifteenth, and usually even later than that.
If I were a small child in Ilwaco, I’d already be getting excited about Halloween.
at home
I began a gardening day (which would have been a reading day if hot weather had continued as expected) by adding a bucket full of apple peelings from Allan’s recent applesauce-making to compost bin one, covering it with the contents of a tarp full of clean (non-weedy) garden debris from the Long Beach planters, and then a layer of wool, all of which I hope will disguise the scent of apples from the bears. Not that we have seen any signs of bears here so far this year (except for photos on local Facebook!), but after the fence breaking of 2021, I am wary…and yet not too wary to take a chance on some good compost makings.
I had gotten a shipment of new plants from Far Reaches Farm and had been waiting for the end of the hot spell to plant them. With the sky delightfully grey and rain expected tomorrow afternoon, today was the day.
The order had been inspired by Far Reaches having Luma ‘Glanleam Gold’. (And of course, I had had to look through the catalog and buy a few other plants.) I adore my plain green Luma tree with its fragrant leaves so I had been excited to read about a variegated one. Its little leaves did not smell fragrant (yet), but it sure is pretty. It went in by Willows Loop West next to the cut-back escallonia hedge, which I plan to keep clipped behind this garden bed as it grows back. Right now, that bed is backed with a see through view of Alicia’s park-like lawn.
This thrilling plant comes from Glanleam House and Gardens, described here in the Irish Times: “The gardens are now seriously over-grown which adds to their charm as a “lost domain”. However it is important to understand that Glanleam was once the first great sub-tropical garden in Britain or Ireland, laid out and planted under the instructions of the 19th Knight of Kerry, Peter FitzGerald, in the late 19th century.
Former gardener at Glanleam, Seamus O’Brien, who is now with the National Botanic Gardens at Kilmacurragh, describes FitzGerald as “an absolute pioneer”, yachting backwards and forwards from his 5,000 acre estate, importing plants from as far away as New Zealand.”
“Glanleam Gold, a special Chilean Myrtle with variegated leaves, was discovered on the estate.” When reading about the plant before, I had mis-read it as Glangleam, like it was gleaming because of being variegated.
Next, I planted a new hepatica. I live in hope that eventually the three hepaticas from Far Reaches that I now have will bloom prolifically. I wish I could find some of the fancier ones to buy. I had thought they would go dormant in summer, but no.
The new west bed, planted this year, in progress:
I had some more plants for the Bogsy Wood. On the way, I admired the expanded area of the Danger Tree bed by the fire circle.
I had recently learned that the waterproof sliding-cover Sony pocketcam that I have been using for years will focus on something if you tap the desired “something” when it is pictured on the camera screen. Wow, who knew? Well, I know now.
The deep path is dry again.
Another impatiens omieana cultivar blooms alongside of it.
I had tried to rename the former Salmonberry Tunnel as the Rhododendron Path.
But the rhododendrons have not made much of a show, the saddest one being R. falconeri. I swear a deer must have got in and chomped it, because last time I looked, the top leaves were cut in half, and now they have dried up despite diligent watering.
I am changing the name to the Salmonberry Path, as it still has several big clumps of salmonberry, if not enough to make a tunnel.
Near the much happier Rhododendron sinogrande, I planted a new fern.
Near the Deep Swale, I planted a dormant anemone, in the bottom of the photo below. I saw that the little chamaecyparis (?maybe?) that I had bought unlabeled last July because it had some pretty yellow branch tips had plotzed, so out it came. It was truly plotzed, not just turning bronze for winter.
I planted a new primula in the ground near there…
Then I took it right back out and potted it in a terracotta pot where I will be able to see it better. It is so ugly that it’s cute.
I then planted a couple of special skunk cabbages by the Deep Swale, where I hope they will thrive. It’s not an easy spot and probably not a perfect spot, but a special skunk cabbage I planted a couple of years ago from Far Reaches is still hanging on. At least, I hope it’s the skunk cabbage:
So I got an exciting new white flowering one:
And this one, which might be the same as the one that I got before…just for a back up try.
But I accidentally bought two of those, oops. So I planted the second one in a pot that maybe I can sink into the water canoe next year. Or, no, some other water feature, because the canoe is in full sun.
I do have a new shady waterfall grotto in mind to build….maybe in 2024.
I harvested more greenhouse tomatoes and peppers and the very last beetroot.
And after seven, I finally started a book by an author I especially like.
It was a satisfying read.