Sunday, September 30, 2007

There's An Exception To Every Rule


Chrysanthemum x rubellum 'Clara Curtis' in Marsha's Garden
(Photo by Marsha)


I'll bet my friend Marsha is catching flies in that dropped jaw she's got after reading yesterday's post. You know, the one where I said I was never planting mums again? When she and I went to Darke County a week ago, before I left her house for home, she shared some of her garden with me. Her chrysanthemums, to be exact. And I actually wanted them.


Last fall, she had a going-away party at her house for her daughter Jennifer and her husband Scott, because they were moving to New Mexico. It was a wonderful party, held outside on a gorgeous fall evening. As I walked around her garden, I was awed by the gorgeous pink flowers she had growing and promptly informed her that I must have some. She'd already offered to share some with me a month or so before that, but you know me and mums . . .

So okay, now I've got a nice-sized clump of 'Clara Curtis' in my garden and it's got flower buds all over it. I don't know if it will make it all the way to full bloom due to the transplanting, but it's looking promising. 'Clara Curtis' is an heirloom mum, originally from Russia and supposedly hardy to zone 4, so maybe I'll have better luck with it. Marsha says it grows like crazy. Yes, that's the mum for me!


I know what else you're thinking. "But they're PINK! You said you didn't like pink mums!" Yeah, I know. I'm so confused. Must be the fibromyalgia. I think it's the hot pink ones I don't like. These are a pretty shade of cotton candy pink that look like daisies. And
everyone knows I love daisies.

So there you go. I did plant mums and they are pink and I really hope they make it through this winter. If they don't, I will try them again. This is one mum I'm determined to have. And Marsha - I know I said you aren't supposed to say thank you for passalong plants (Mom says they won't grow if you do), but I really want to say it. So thank you.

I hope I didn't just jinx my mums.



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Saturday, September 29, 2007

Asters Are the New Mums


I'm never planting mums again. I mean it. I've been burned for the last time. Last fall, I bought at least a dozen hardy mums and not one, NOT ONE, made it through the winter. I was more than a little irritated.

There are florist mums, garden mums and hardy mums and I know the difference. Those charming ones you see in the grocery stores that make you stop and say, "Oh wow, how cool is that?" are indeed cool, but they don't like cold. Enjoy them as long as you can keep them alive in above-freezing temperatures, because they won't survive the winter outside. Not here in zone 5 anyway.

Cool Florist Mums -->

But those garden mums that are all over the place now? They're hardy. Yeah, right. Don't bet on it. I've had mums over the years that did last through the winters. I removed them several years ago because they were bright yellow and I don't like yellow mums. I still don't like yellow mums, but if I hadn't taken them out, at least I'd still have some.


Word on the street is that the new 'garden' mums we're seeing in the garden centers are not being bred by the hybridizers to be hardy in gardens colder than zone 6. Why didn't I hear about this last year when I was buying all of them? Some of the nurseries that sell them are no longer guaranteeing them to be hardy either. At least they're being honest about them.

So consider yourself warned.
If you still want to have perennial mums, try to get the heirloom varieties or ones that you know are bred for cold climates, like the Belgian mums. If all else fails, beg them from your friends that have had them for years. Me? I'm planting asters.

Hardy asters really are. No, there isn't the color choice like there is with mums, but there are still some pretty gorgeous hues out there. Right now I've only got two asters. One, I purchased many years ago and it has grown a lot from that teeny 4-inch pot size to a nice-sized two-foot clump now. I've even moved it a couple of times.

I just bought my second one last week. I got it at Walmart for ten dollars and though it's one plant, it's HUGE. It's a lighter shade of lavender than the purple one I already have and it absolutely pops against the dark foliage of its bedmates.
I rather doubt if I'll buy any more this fall, because last year I self-imposed a rule to not plant anything after the end of September. That way I don't risk cold weather zapping my new perennials before they've had a chance to get well-established before winter. I'm not taking any chances.


But next year, I'll be looking for some white asters, and maybe some pink ones, although I haven't yet seen a shade of pink in asters that I like. I hear there are reds, and since that's my favorite color, if I come across any of those, I'll have them.

So, farewell to mums. It was nice knowing you. Too bad you didn't feel the same about me.


Lost this one over the winter of 2005-2006.


I lost these two winters ago, too.


I'm not normally a pink mum lover, but I did like these a lot.
They've gone to that great garden in the sky.



One of the new ones from last fall. This spring? Dead.


Ditto.


So okay, here's a yellow one I really liked,
because it had that pretty orange eye.
Doesn't matter, though, because it died, too.


'High Regards'
Lost this one last winter.


Friday, September 28, 2007

Feline Friday - Max


There's a meme going around out there called Feline Friday and I always enjoy looking at the pictures of the gorgeous cats there are. I can't NOT participate any longer. And since it's Friday, here's my very first Feline Friday post. Am I allowed to post more than one picture? I have to, just to make my point, which is that Max had a tough time getting comfortable the other night . . .



Maybe it had something to do with someone who kept flashing a light in his face?

By the way, one website says that Max is the most common pet name in the US among cats and dogs. I wonder why. I can't even remember why we named him Max. It just seemed to fit.


Roll Call For Grasses


I'm just beginning to delve into The Wonderful World of Grasses and am convinced that they're way underused at Our Little Acre. I've not seen them used all that effectively in very many back yard gardens, and I suspect it's because most people don't really know how to do it, so they tend to avoid planting them. That has been pretty much the case with me, but I decided to do what I do with the rest of my garden choices - just buy them and find a place to put them.

I think the first ornamental grass I ever bought was the dramatic Porcupine Grass (Miscanthis sinensis 'Strictus'). Growing to a height of 5-6 feet, it becomes more of a foundation piece in the garden. I have two clumps of it in the Japanese Garden, with a large rock at the base of this one.

It never occurred to me that there are people out there that don't like the look of Porcupine or Zebra Grass , but when Kara and I were recently browsing Lowe's, she commented that she didn't care for it as we passed by. I like it because it's vigorous and it's tall and certainly commands attention. The kitties like its plumes, too.


I've got several varieties of ornamental grasses and I love most of them. There is one that I wish I could say I loved, but I don't, and its days are numbered here I think: Ribbon Grass (Phalaris arundinacea). I do love the variegation and the rustling sound it makes when the wind blows through it. But it's so darned invasive! Like most grasses, it spreads by underground runners and it's not shy about doing so. I have had this in my garden for two summers now and it's creeping perilously close to the compost heap. And I'm not even sure I want it in there.


But these are keepers:

There are several grasses pictured here around the cairn. Just in front of the dreaded Ribbon Grass on the left side is Blue Fescue (Festuca ovina var. glauca 'Elijah Blue'). It's not looking its best just now, but this is typical of it at this time of the year. It normally looks like a lovely blue mound.

The tallest one on the left is Maiden Grass (
Miscanthus sinensis 'Gracillimus'). I have this in four different locations and that's no accident. It is a winner no matter where I've used it. It returns in the spring reliably and always looks good.

Next to that is one of my very favorites, Northern Sea Oats (Chasmanthium latifolium). It's graceful and I love the fans of seed heads it gets. In the summer they're green, then in the fall they turn golden. If you don't want this grass coming up in far-away places in your garden, be sure to cut the seed heads before they turn color. I've not found it to be problematic, because the new seedlings pull up very easily, unlike that darn ribbon grass.

On the back side of this, out of view, is
Flame Grass (Miscanthus sinensis 'Purpurescens'). It's not grown much since I planted it last year and I'm not sure why, unless the other grasses are stealing what it needs. Maybe next year it will take off.




This Sedge (Carex ciliatomarginata) is called 'Treasure Island.' Sedges are similar to grasses in appearance, but they have solid stems, unlike grasses, which are hollow. They grow well in moist and poor soils.





This is part of the newly-designed front border garden below our porch railing. For years we had a nice crop of vinca (Vinca minor) growing here along with a couple nice shrubs, but every single thing died through the winter this past year! Landscaping is NOT my thing, so this bed floundered until mid-summer. I tried various things, but have settled on these grasses along with some variegated euonymous. The euonymous isn't my favorite of shrubs, but it works for me here (it's beyond the grasses, out of view in this picture), and the price was right. There are three levels, and front to back are:

  • Japanese Sedge (Carex morrowii 'Ice Dance')
  • Fountain Grass (Pennisetum alopecuriodes 'Hameln')
  • Maiden Grass (Miscanthis sinensis 'Gracillimus') - this Miscanthus was a division of another clump I already had. It grew well enough that I was able to divide it after only one year.

I'm not sure if this Hard Rush (Juncus inflexus 'Afro') on the left, is considered to be a grass or not, but it can be used like one. This one used to live in the ground at the base of the willow tree, since they both love moist soils, but when we put in our small pond, I moved it in there, along with the dock. Juncus has a tough wiry texture, just as it appears it might. It's listed as only being hardy to zone 7, but I've got two of them that made it quite well through our winter in a fairly open location.




Lilyturf (Liriope muscari) is a great shade grass that I use to define part of the front border of the trellis area. I have it clumped here and there throughout this shady area as well. On our recent trip to Columbus, I purchased a variegated liriope, which looks like a twin to the Japanese Sedge 'Ice Dance,' shown previously in this post.











This Japanese Sweet Flag (Acorus gramineus 'Oborozuki') is listed as being hardy to zone 6, but it has survived at least one zone 5 winter just fine.


Here is Fountain Grass 'Hameln' again. It's looking mighty fine this year, its second in my garden. It is at the apex of a triangular section of the garden and I'm happy with its placement there.


I bought this fuzzy grass very early this year and it didn't have an ID tag, other than to give the necessary requirements for growing it. It was just labeled "Ornamental Grass." I like its hairiness and it has been very well-behaved here in mostly shade and if anyone has a clue as to what it really is, please share your knowledge!


UPDATE! I found the ID tag for this. It's Snowy Woodrush (Luzula nivea 'Lucius')

It's Only a Harvest Moon



Under the Harvest Moon

When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

Carl Sandburg


We had a harvest moon Wednesday night, a real one. The full moon that is closest by date to the autumnal equinox is a true harvest moon, but it has come to mean any golden-colored full moon occurring on a fall evening. Thursday night's moon looked just as full and it was that wonderful golden yellow color, the one that gives one of my favorite echinaceas its name. Coincidentally, I harvested seed from my 'Harvest Moon' yesterday.

The harvest moon got its name because of the light it gives to farmers working after sunset to bring in the harvest. Some people believe the harvest moon shines brighter than any other full moon of the year. I don't know about that, but when I happened to wake up in the middle of the night last night, I would have sworn the sun was coming up, the sky was so light. I'll bet you could read large print by the light of the moon these nights.


It is the Harvest Moon!
On gilded vanes

And roofs of villages, on woodland crests

And their aerial neighborhoods of nests

Deserted, on the curtained window-panes

Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes

And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!

Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,

With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!

All things are symbols: the external shows

Of Nature have their image in the mind,

As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;

The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,

Only the empty nests are left behind,

And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Photo Book - Volume II


I did it again! Published a Shutterfly Photo Book, that is. I did my first one earlier this year and while it was tons of fun choosing pictures, backgrounds, fonts, and colors for the book, it was extremely time consuming. I just know you're thinking since I only work half a day a week that I've got plenty of time for such things.

Maybe. Maybe not. It depends on how you look at it. Keep in mind that I'm The Queen of Procrastination. Don't you ever, ever forget that. It will explain a LOT, especially where time is involved.


There are about a gazillion other things that I actually need to be doing besides compiling photo books. Like cleaning my house. And digging bulbs. Planting bulbs, too. There are those insurance claims from 2006 that still need to be filed. And there is always laundry to be done and a dishwasher that perpetually needs to be emptied or filled. I really should be better at helping keep the litter boxes clean.


Those are just a few of the necessary things. Let's not even talk about the mosaic table top that was supposed to be my "winter project" last year. Or the cushions I meant to make for the cement benches on the patio - also last year.


I've got a half-finished scrapbook of our
geocaching adventures. The cedar chest holds a counted cross-stitch blanket that is only one-quarter finished. It's been there since oh, about 1985. There are also a couple of canvases just waiting for me to paint on them, but I've got to get paints first. Our basement has boxes of things I've been meaning to get listed on eBay.

I have accused my mom of having ADD. It would probably be more accurate to say she's got ADHD. But maybe what we have here is a case of the pot calling the kettle black, and at least she finishes what she starts. The more I think about this, maybe she hasn't got AD anything. She's just being her usual workaholic self. I'm not really sure what my problem is.

But I've gone off on a tangent. (See now why I never seem to get anything done??) About that photo book . . .


The first time I did one of these, I took some of my favorite photos of flowers from my gardens, arranged them and labeled them, and called it botanica. That took me forever because I had to wade through hundreds, probably thousands, of pictures I've taken over the last few years that I've never gotten around to organizing very well. I finished that book with a whopping three minutes to spare before my free photo book coupon code expired.

This time around was much easier. To someone who procrastinates, easier means you can put it off longer. What made it easier was that I wasn't really doing a photo book. There are photos, but not many. I wanted to put a small collection of some of my blog posts into a book. Even though it's called a photo book, there is a text option under the layout tab and you can publish a book with only text if you want to. There are also good options for pages with mostly text and an added picture.

I chose ten of my favorite blog posts, uploaded the accompanying photos, kept the backgrounds and colors simple, and got my book submitted with SEVEN minutes to spare before the free coupon code expired.

Hey, I'm getting better at this!


Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Good Timing!


I'm so glad I brought the Monarch caterpillar in the house yesterday. This morning, when I came downstairs to check on it, it was hanging in the 'J' position, preparing to pupate. I had put the tree branch in there to provide a hanging spot for it, but he attached himself to the panty hose covering I'd put over the bowl.

I checked it all morning and didn't see much action. It was just hanging there.
Then about an hour after I'd checked it the last time, I looked in the bowl and saw this:


WOW. That happened fast. I hate that I missed the start of this process, especially when the bowl is sitting not fifteen feet from where I've been sitting for the last couple of hours. His final shed skin is lying in the bottom of the bowl, but this stage isn't complete and the pupa is wiggling quite a bit as he finishes creating his glistening green casing. I can still see his stripes through the back of it and the golden dots at the bottom of the pupa are not yet prominent, because it hasn't yet reached true chrysalis status. I'm sure it won't be long before it looks like the one Mom found in the Children's Garden.

Once this stage is complete, he will hang like this for about a week. Then the miracle continues as the butterfly emerges. Stay tuned!

Monday, September 24, 2007

A Late Bloomer


I was working in the garden a bit today, even though we're headed towards near record-breaking temperatures over 90° and the mosquitoes are still conducting their all-out assault on us. (Give it up already!) I was checking the seed pods on the milkweed plant that we'd relocated to our garden from the banks of Cunningham's Ditch and I couldn't believe what I saw. A very large Monarch Caterpillar! This was the same plant where a previous caterpillar had fallen prey to predators.

Since I never did see any of the other caterpillars pupate, I decided to bring this guy inside. I'd successfully kept a Painted Lady caterpillar in the house this winter, all the way through butterfly stage, so I feel confident that I can do the same with this Monarch. I'll release it when it's the proper time so that it can make its long trip to Mexico for the winter.


Sunday, September 23, 2007

25 - 50 - 75


No, that's not the formula for fertilizer. It signifies a very special occurrence in our family this month. There are three of us that have birthdays within a two-week time period. Jenna's is the 13th, mine is the 19th, and my dad's is the 27th. So, it's not only three of us in the same family, but also three generations.


But that's not all. This year Jenna is 25, I'm 50, and Dad will be 75. Now how many times does this ever happen? Not often, I'll bet, and that's why Mom decided we should celebrate it with a party. That means fun, because Mom throws great parties.

Today was a gorgeous fall day, nearly perfect, and by the time the party started at 5:30, the stew was cooking over the fire while Mom laid out a banquet of yummy eats. In addition to the stew, there was chili, numerous salads including my personal favorite - apple salad, a relish tray, cherry cobbler, fried apples and of course, cake.

Mom did all the food herself, except for the cakes, which Adam's aunt made. She had also made the cake for Kara and Adam's wedding last year.


Mom had arranged for white tents over the driveway where tables were set up. There were tables in the garage, too. Since we were also celebrating Dad's official retirement from Herbert E. Orr Company, this was a good-sized party, with about 100 people attending.


At 7:00, the entertainment arrived. Rob Pond, a local talent and illusionist, treated us all to a wonderful and amazing performance of magic. He got the audience involved as well, and it was just a great time.








Thanks, Mom, for making this milestone birthday for each of us an event we will look back on with smiles. You're the best!



Saturday, September 22, 2007

The Quince is Fruiting


I knew flowering quince (Chaenomeles sp.) sometimes got fruits, but the first summer for mine, which was last year, didn't yield any. As I was walking by it this morning, I noticed three plump quinces! Not enough to make jelly, but I was still happy to see them.

In our relatively cool climate, quince is not edible in its raw form. It's bitter and very hard, so it's cooked which makes it sweeter and softer. The taste is something between an apple and a pear and makes wonderful jelly. It's suitable for poaching and baking too, and is higher in Vitamin C than lemons!


My quince, 'Crimson and Gold,' has gorgeous red flowers in the spring, which is why I fell in love with it in the first place. Mom had a peachy-colored one in her gardens when I was growing up and I must have been impressed with it, because it's one of the few specific plants I remember from that time.

Mine has been a fast grower and I've found another cultivar that I hope to purchase in the future - 'Toyo-Nishiki.' It has tri-colored blooms of red, pink and white.

Flowering quince are also suitable for bonsai culture.


Friday, September 21, 2007

Fun Times, Good Times


The day started early - earlier than I'd planned. Jack, our most well-behaved, laid-back member of the kitty family had not been feeling well for several days. Last night, his coughing/sneezing had gotten much worse, so I called the vet a little after 7:00. I had made plans previously with my friend Marsha for the day, so I needed to have the earliest appointment possible. They gave us an appointment for 9:15. I'm seldom up this early, but I was glad for it today.


Before the sun came up to burn it off, there was a beautiful misty fog hanging low, giving everything an ethereal glow. The brugmansias in Max's Garden are in full bloom now and I counted 31 blossoms open. In the heavy damp air, the fragrance was strong and I drank it in. They need to bottle that up and sell it.

I drove to Van Wert with Jack and when Dr. Kleman took a look at him, he determined that he had an upper respiratory infection and put him on antibiotic. I took him back home, then drove back to Van Wert to spend my day with Marsha.





Our first stop was in Celina for lunch at Bella's. This is an Italian restaurant located on Grand Lake, which at one time was the largest man-made lake in the world. I'd not eaten at Bella's before, which is a shame, because it's a lovely restaurant with a full view of Grand Lake and the food is outstanding. Marsha and I had the same thing - spinach salad (my favorite!), a medley of sautéed shrimp, scallops and crab meat, and fettucine alfredo. They've got wonderful yeast rolls with olive oil, balsamic vinegar and parmesan mixed for dipping, too.


From Bella's we headed south to The Winery at Versailles, where Marsha had planned for us to do some wine tasting. We each got five to try, with cheese and crackers and we discovered that while we share many interests, our taste in wines is not one of them. Marsha prefers the drier ones, while I like the sparkling and sweeter ones best.

I found some blue bottles for sale there, and chose one for my blue bottle bush that I'm planning to construct. I bought some wine, too, as did Marsha. One of them - Cinq - comes in a stunning triangular deep blue bottle, so after the wine has been consumed, the bottle will take its place in the garden.

I got two bottles of Spiced Apple wine, which is made from Macintosh apples and is served warm with mulling spices. This one was my favorite and that's saying a lot, because I have not ever found a warm drink that I enjoy. Not coffee, tea, nor even hot chocolate, but this warm spiced apple wine was delicious.


As we left the winery, I noticed the blackberry lilies were loaded with seed heads and they were spilling all over the grass. Now we can't have them go to waste like that! So I collected a few of them to take home for winter sowing this coming January.


We kept going south from there, towards Greenville. Just after leaving the winery, we passed a very bad accident in which it appeared someone had run a stop sign. Marsha and I joined hands as we continued down the road and Marsha led the two of us in prayer for their well-being. They were going to need it.



Next stop was Bear's Mill, just east of Greenville. It was built in 1849 and is one of the last operating water-powered mills in Ohio. You can buy grain that has been stone-ground here. We didn't buy any flour or corn meal, but the gift shop had plenty of other things to tempt us.






Local potters and artisans have their work for sale here and I saw many things I could have put in a bag and taken home, if I'd had unlimited funds. There were pots for plants, original framed photographic prints, contemporary handmade jewelry, and various other unique items. Marsha and I both bought leather and pewter bracelets, which we put on and wore right away.


We usually go geocaching on our trips and we had many caches planned for today, but due to both of us having other things going on, we never made it to Greenville to do them. There was one here at the mill, however, and this was Marsha's third time trying to find it.



There's a path through the woods leading to a Vietnam War Memorial. This path follows Greenville Creek and while beautiful and refreshing today, it must be gorgeous in the spring, because I saw little markers where wildflowers are located.






We spent about 15-20 minutes searching for it and Marsha finally came up with it.
Usually when we cache together, if one of us finds it first, we let the other one find it on their own, but she was so excited to find it, she blurted it out. I didn't care though, and we decided it was a team effort anyway. I found all the places where it wasn't. That was my valuable contribution to the hunt.

By this time, we needed to start for home. We stopped at the Annie Oakley Historical Site we'd seen on our way down, because our curiosity got the better of us. It was a marker denoting the location of Annie Oakley's birthplace and childhood home.
there's a large statue of her in downtown Greenville, and since we didn't get to there as we'd planned, we decided we'd just have to go back another day. Like we need an excuse to get together and have some fun . . .

Marsha, thank you so much for a wonderful day. You've actually helped make turning fifty FUN! Oh, and I forgot to tell you - I love your bracelet.



Thursday, September 20, 2007

Another Virtual Visitor to Our Gardens



When Jodi suggested that virtual visitors to our gardens send stones for our cairn, I thought it was a great idea. Jodi's 'heart' now rests on it, as well as Brennie's 'tooth' and the round sparkly rock. And then I got a package from Arkansas.

Remember my friend Kat, from Florida? Twice I have traveled to Hot Springs to visit her at her parents' home there. I love seeing Ken and Myra and since Kat and I are twin daughters of different mothers, separated at birth and by two months, they have somewhat adopted me.

I opened the heavy box and the first thing I found was a beautiful personalized birthday card. Myra is the "Hallmark at Home" queen. I'm amazed at the fabulous cards she designs, using her photography talents and her expertise with Photoshop (or some sort of photo-editing software). She's an accomplished quilter, too.

Also in the box were two wrapped stones for our cairn. Arkansas is known for their quartz and they'd sent gorgeous specimens. Myra said she'd heard quartz is supposed to be good for the garden, so I decided to research that a bit. Peacefulmind.com says:

Quartz is considered solidified light and oxygen. Quartz encompasses a large family of stones and crystals, all of which are made up primarily of silicon dioxide, one of the most common and most important substances in the world. This mineral is found over ⅔ of the earth and can be used in many ways throughout your garden. Create beautiful borders. Bury a few quartz points facing upward next to your potted plants. Lay some clear quartz tumbled stones along side your flower garden. Use an elixir of quartz and water your plants with them. Make a crystal grid around your field or plant beds to encourage growth, harmony and transform energy.


I'm not sure about all that, but I love the crystals. The smaller one looks like a cluster of diamonds, especially when the sun hits it. Ever since I've met Ken and Myra, every time I see quartz, I remember my visits there. And now, every time I walk by the cairn and see the quartz glittering in the sun, I'll remember two people in Arkansas that have been so nice to me and I look forward to the next time I get to see them, whenever that may be.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

I Got My AARP Letter Today


I'm now eligible to pay $12.50 to join AARP. I think I'll pass for now. It's not that I'm in denial about making it to the half-century mark. I know it and feel it all too well. But maybe I'll join later.

So what is fifty supposed to feel like anyway? If this is it, it's no big deal. I feel just like I did yesterday and the day before that. And I was only 49 then.


Two of my oldest girlfriends ... wait ... that didn't sound right. Two women that I've been friends with the longest of practically anyone ... geez, that sounds rather awkward, too. TWO FRIENDS took me out for supper tonight after work.


I hadn't seen Deb and Karla in way too long a time. When our kids were little, we used to go shopping together in Ft. Wayne on a regular basis. We were all members of Stitch 'n' Bitch, which is what we called our little group that got together once a month at one another's homes. We talked on the phone several times a week. But somewhere over the last few years, our lives got in the way or something, and we haven't seen nearly enough of each other.

We went to
Billy's in Zulu, Indiana. Billy's is known for their great Mexican food and while I'm not a huge fan of Mexican, I do like some of it. I don't eat it often enough for me to remember the difference between an enchilada and a burrito, so I always have to ask. It's the burrito that I like. But hold the refried beans. Ick.

We spent nearly three hours catching up. It felt good to connect again. They got me a cute card and a beautiful bracelet. We made plans to ride River Greenway on our bicycles in a couple of weeks. All but one of our kids is out of the house and on their own, so we have no excuse to not get our relationship back on track and tonight was a start.

So, back to this 50-year-old stuff. I used to think that sounded old. It still sounds old to me, sort of, but now that I'm the one that is fifty, my perspective on it has changed a bit. I think it's harder on my mom; she can't believe she's old enough to have a fifty-year-old child. I reminded her that she's younger than her 92-year-old mother.

That didn't help much.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

September's Blooming


It's winding down in the garden, and while I've removed some annuals and pruned back some perennials, there's still plenty of color splashing about:

This garden verbena went through a period in July and most of August where it just looked pitiful. No matter how much I watered it, the foliage got crispy and brown and the flowers were sparse. So as a last resort, I cut it back and let it start over and voila! Beautiful blooms again.


I'm never planting mums again. I lost a dozen or so of them over the winter this last year and that just irritated the heck out of me. I've since read that mums are not considered hardy to zone 5 anymore, so I'll be planting more asters. This is the only one I have at present and I've had it for several years. It looks fabulous every fall and the purple color just glows against its dark green foliage. The Cabbage White butterflies love it, too.


The Chinese Forget-Me-Nots (Cynoglossum amabile) have been blooming non-stop for many, many weeks and show no signs of stopping yet. I love this color in a flower. (Wish I could grow those Himalayan poppies . . . )


Hosta 'Masquerade' may be small in size, but its flowers are big in comparison. I'm a big fan of stripes in flowers and other things, so I love the petals here.


For the first time ever, my Butterfly Weed (Asclepias tuberosa) has put on seed pods. That's what is sticking up just behind these blooms. It's pretty well done blooming, but there will be one here and there, like this one.



The Hardy Hibiscus 'Fireball' is living up to its name. Its blooms are enormous, measuring 10-12" in diameter. And it's got those funky outer space centers that it shares with its tropical cousins.

My white one, 'White Chiffon,' is blooming too.




The Hardy Glads are putting on a show right now. I don't know the name of these, but in addition to the reds, I've got some yellow ones with pinkish centers. These bloom later than 'Atom', which I've got as well.


The Cosmos sulphureus is still blooming, but it's not quite as prolific as it was earlier. I've stopped deadheading it so that I can keep plenty of seeds for next year. I just loved how it performed this summer.


The Heleniums went NUTS in my garden! This was my first year for them, so I didn't know what to expect. I've got solid yellow ones blooming, too.


'Memorial Day' rose is doing very nicely, as usual. The blooms seem to get larger as the season goes on. It's very fragrant, too. I like that in a rose.

I just LOVE this miniature rose. I bought it last winter at Lowe's and I thought I was going to kill it before it got warm enough to plant it in the ground this spring. Thank goodness it hung in there, because it's a real stunner. There was no cultivar tag on it when I bought it, so I don't know which one it is.


Coreopsis rosea is one that I've attempted to grow before, but haven't had a lot of luck at it. It tends to remain spindly for me, but I thought I'd try this larger-bloom cultivar, 'Sweet Dreams,' and see how that goes. I've only had this a few weeks.


This is a pink annual that I planted from seed this spring and I can't find the seed packet, so I don't know its name. I love how delicate it is.


It's looking a little ragged now, but this is from a 'Whirligig' mix of zinnia seeds I got at Walmart. I love flowers that have pink and yellow together.


This Veronica spicata was planted rather late in the season, so it hasn't gotten just real large, but it has bloomed well ever since I've had it.


I think this Tricyrtis is 'Tojen.' I've got several toad lilies and 'Lightning Strike' is loaded with buds. It wasn't blooming when I got it last fall, so I'm anxious to see it in bloom.


'Rozanne' hardy geranium is a very strong grower and bloomer for me. It had gotten quite large so in mid-summer I cut it way back and in no time it was filling its spot again and then some.




I have Sweet Autumn Clematis (Clematis terniflora) in two different locations. Most of it is planted on the arbor entrance to the pool area. I had a small start of it that I planted on this obelisk trellis this spring, and oh my goodness. If I pruned that thing back once this summer, I pruned it a hundred times. It was just too limiting for this vigorous vine.

HOWEVER, I'm not sorry.



About a month ago, I stopped pruning, because I knew flowering season was upon it and now it's a mound of white blooms with tendrils of delicate flowers venturing out in all directions. Sometimes our 'mistakes' suprise us as if to tell us, "You think you screwed up, didn't you? HA! Just watch me now!"


I've still got some daylilies (Hemerocallis) blooming, like 'Sarah Christine,' which has got to have one of the biggest flowers I've ever seen on a daylily.


Pelargoniums are blooming, of course. I've got various cultivars of red ones, pink ones, and salmon ones. This one is somewhere between pink and salmon. I love the veining.


I have bought Rudbeckia 'Prairie Sun' in plant form, but this one I grew from seeds this spring. It started blooming later than the other ones, of course, but is no less an attention grabber with its big yellow blooms.


I absolutely love this Scotch Heather (Calluna vulgaris 'Robert Chapman'). A lot of heathers aren't hardy to our zone 5 winters, but this one is supposed to be. I sure hope so, because it's beautiful in three seasons. I think I might just like it best in fall, with it's blazing red and yellow foliage. The flowers aren't bad either!

I've got other things blooming too, but with being so far behind in my blogging, I'm not posting all the pictures I took. I feel like my life is out of control right now! We went from flood > garage sale > Columbus trip > 50th birthday > day trip with my friend Marsha plus a few days of work in there and an attempt at getting some fall garden work done while dodging mosquitoes.

I really do love this time of year, but I feel so far behind with things, I'd like to get caught up so I can relax a bit and enjoy it! I'll get there!


Monday, September 17, 2007

The Beginning of the End



End of summer tasks have begun. Yesterday, while the weather was idyllic and the mosquitoes were in hiding, I dug all the amaryllis and laid them out in the sun. Today, I went back out to cut back the foliage and label them for storage in the basement and I nearly was carried away by those thirsty little buggers. Makes me wish for a hard freeze.

I left one bulb in the ground since it was in the process of blooming. 'Blossom Peacock' must think this is South Africa or something. This was the second one that bloomed in the garden this summer, and there will be yet a third one. I don't know if that one is 'Papilio' or 'Emerald' but we'll know soon enough which stripey one it is. I potted that one up and took it in the house so we can enjoy its bloom there.

I've got a number of things to do to get the garden ready for winter:

  • Dig up the dahlias when they finish blooming and prepare them for storage in the basement
  • Tear out the annuals after saving seed for next year
  • Dig up the canna bulbs for storage
  • Pot up all the brugmansias once they finish blooming (boy will THAT be a job and then I have to figure out just where I'm going to keep all of them)
  • Finish bagging the extra mulch that's still sitting in a pile in the driveway turn-around
  • Plant the campanula in the ground that's presently in a pot so it can get settled in by winter
  • Trim off foliage from the Acidanthera THAT NEVER BLOOMED and store bulbs for the winter
  • Dig up the GOBS of Caladiums for winter storage in the basement
  • Get the "greenhouse in the basement" ready for the plants that will live there all winter
  • Start saving milk jugs for winter sowing
  • Tear annual containers apart, including flower boxes on front porch railing, and clean them up for storage
  • Bring in all the concrete and composite figures for the winter
  • Bring in glass hummingbird and oriole feeders
  • Till the bare parts of the garden
  • Prune back the clematis
  • Bring in the solar fountain from the mini pond and clean the pond
  • Drain, clean, store or cover the two water fountains
  • Plant spring bulbs
. . . and probably some other things that I can't think of right now.

Where did the summer go?

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Dodged the Bullet This Time!


We were under our first frost warning of the season last night. The town people were going to be fine, but we that live in the "outlying areas" were cautioned to cover our plants. I think it seems a little early for this, but I've not kept track over the years either. Victory Seeds says our average first frost date is September 25th, so it's coming, I guess.

In any case, we covered the brugmansias, which are just getting ready to put on a big show of bloom, the amaryllis, which I will be digging up any day anyway, and the bougainvillea, which I will be potting up for the winter anytime now, too. We also brought in the tender tropical houseplants.

It turns out we didn't have a frost, but at least we were prepared. The cool-down presented us with a day that was perfect for working in the gardens, and that's just what we did. It wasn't too hot, there was a slight breeze that kept the mosquitoes under control, and that blue, blue late summer sky hung over us all afternoon.

Why couldn't every day be like this?

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Day Three of Gardens in Columbus


I was on my own today. Mom had classes with the rest of the Master Gardeners so I took the car and headed to Franklin Park Conservatory. This was the second day of their annual Antiques and Gardens Fair. Vendors were located in various places throughout the conservatory and I spent an hour or so browsing what they had to offer.

I particularly enjoyed the stone and pottery vendors as well as a nursery that was offering mostly native plants. I bought an orchid - Nodding Ladies' Tresses - which I'll be able to plant and leave in the ground year round. I knew Mom would want one, so I bought one for her, too.

The antique dealers came from places like Virginia, New Jersey, and the Carolinas, and had some very high quality things, but way over my budget. One business had framed vintage botanical prints from the 1500s. Very nice!

I took my purchases to the car, then returned to the conservatory to make a quick sweep through the plant rooms. With most everyone's attention on the fair, I pretty much had the rooms in the conservatory to myself, which was a really relaxing way to see it. The butterfly exhibit from earlier in the summer had ended a few weeks ago, but there were still a few hanging around.

Heliconius sp.





There is a permanent Chihuly display at the conservatory and though I've seen it twice before, it never fails to be awe-inspiring. The glass art fits in so well with the plants, it's hard for me to imagine the gardens without them now.



From the conservatory, I drove to Old Deaf School Park, which is home to the Topiary Gardens.


The park is the former site of one of the buildings of the Deaf School. The building burned in 1981 and had to be demolished, with the property lying dormant for seven years. It then was turned into a park and sculptor James Mason conceived the idea of recreating Georges Seurat's painting, A Sunday on the Island of La Grande Jatte, with topiaries of yew trees. Known for adding whimsical touches to his works, he included a cat in the rendering of the park scene, a feature not seen in the original. The docent at the visitor's center told me about this and said to be sure to look for it.

I wandered around the beautiful park, admiring the topiaries, chatting with a man who was setting up white chairs for his wedding later that afternoon, and looking for the cat. I thought I'd found it, but when I reported back to the visitor's center, it turned out I hadn't. Of course, I had to go back and locate it, which I did, and it was in an unexpected yet natural place and it made me smile.

Just down the street from the Topiary Gardens was Kelton House. This historical residence was also on one of the Master Gardeners' tours yesterday and is normally only open by appointment. Since it was so close, I decided to see if by chance I could visit the gardens behind it, even if I couldn't go inside the house.

When I got there, it was obvious that there was a wedding reception being held outside in the gardens. As I walked up the sidewalk, a couple members of the wedding party were standing at the end of the driveway, so I went up to them and asked if the gardens were really as beautiful as I'd heard. They assured me they were, and I was welcome to "go back there and mingle and take a few pictures" if I liked. I was hesitant, but they insisted, so I crashed the reception.

I was only back there for a few minutes and acted like I was supposed to be there. The reception was nearly over anyway, and lots of people were leaving, so no one paid much attention to me and I got to see Kelton House gardens. The house has an interesting history, being a stop on the Underground Railroad.

By this time, I was needing to get back to OSU to pick Mom up from her classes, so I drove back, past a war protest on High Street, parked the car, and waited in the gazebo in front of Howlett Hall. I spoke with Mom on her cell phone and she still had a 45-minute session to attend. She knew one of the presenters, who said I was more than welcome to sit in on that session, so I did. Ideas for working with children in the gardens were presented, with a very interesting segment on vermiculture.

Following this, the conference was over and we headed for home. We'd had a very fun, very busy three days, but we were both ready to get home and rest up from it. Actually, I think Mom could have kept going indefinitely, but not me. I wish there was some way for her to transfer some of that seemingly endless supply of energy she has, to me. I could sure use it.

At the end of the day, we both came home with some new plants, new pieces of whimsy for our gardens, a couple of gardening books, and more great memories of another successful mother-daughter gardening trip. While I didn't really gather any specific ideas for my own garden, I know that I'll be inspired as I'm working in it and will remember things I've seen on these trips and may implement something I probably wouldn't have, had I not been around to these garden-focused places.

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My take of green things:

  • Heuchera americana 'Ginger Ale'
  • Euphorbia 'Efanthia'
  • Hemerocallis 'Hush Little Baby'
  • Polemonium reptans 'Stairway to Heaven'
  • Carex 'Blue Zinger'
  • Spiranthes cernua f. odorata
  • Liriope muscari 'Variegata'
  • Echinacea purpurea 'Pink Double Delight'
  • Allium sphaerocephalon
  • Astilbe simplicifolia 'Sprite' (Mom bought this for me, because it's her favorite)
  • Amorphophallus rivieri 'Konjac' (Mom bought this one for me, too, as they were offering them at a special price for Master Gardeners)


Friday, September 14, 2007

Columbus Park of Roses


In Whetstone Park on the west side of Columbus, lies a showcase of roses the likes of which I've never seen before. As Mom and I walked through the entrance and saw what lay in front of us, we knew we'd hit the mother lode of rose blooms. Thirteen acres. 11,000 rose bushes. 350 varieties, including the newest hybrids as well as heritage roses dating back to the 1500s.

The Park of Roses opened in 1953, after excavating the top 24 inches of soil, of which the top 11-15 inches were sandy loam. This was mixed with commercial fertilizer and 21,000 bales of imported peat moss and returned to the site and allowed to settle before planting.

USA Today named Columbus Park of Roses one of the Top Ten Rose Gardens in the world, putting it right in there with world-renowned Sissinghurst. It is one of 133 AARS-approved public display gardens. (All-America Rose Selections, Inc.)


We were rather surprised to see the roses in such full bloom, especially after the hot, dry summer we'd had, but there were very few of them that weren't putting on a show of color. They had healthy foliage and no aphids or Japanese Beetles. No black spot. No powdery mildew. Amazing.
We spent well over an hour going up and down the rows, taking in the beauty of the blooms and making a mental list of our favorites. I don't really have room for any more roses, but I noted a couple that I just might have to squeeze in next year. I took photos of those that caught my eye, and there were many . . .


'Rainbow Sorbet'


'Peace'
Before I began gardening, if you would have asked me to name a rose, 'Peace' is what I would have said. It was the only one whose name I knew.


'Scentimental'















'Strike It Rich'




















'Moondance'












'Lynn Anderson'


















'Betty Boop'
(Parent to my 'Topsy Turvy')


'Flirtatious'


'About Face'



Heritage Rose Garden

The Heritage Rose Garden contains many varieties of the old roses, most of which I'd never heard. The design of this part of the gardens was 'Old World' as well, with pergolas and arbors.
















'Belinda' Musk Rose


'Celesiana' Musk Rose Hips













'Golden Wings' with rose hips



















'Dortmund'


Chinensis Mutabilis


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As you can imagine, this is a popular place for weddings and today was no exception.

What a full day we had that had started with the gardens on the campus of OSU, took us to Baker's Acres Greenhouses, then Tracy DiSabato-Aust's Hiddenhaven, and finally here at Columbus Park of Roses. A gardener's dream day!




Schmoozing in the Garden With Tracy


We drove down and around some rural roads this afternoon, not unlike those of our home territory in the northwest part of the state. Except that there were hills. The locals wouldn't call them that, I'm sure, but they're more than we ever see out our back door and they roll just enough to add some character to the countryside.

Somewhere outside of Columbus, we turned off the road and drove a little ways back a lane, parked the car and headed off on foot, in the direction of the rooster crows. What a bucolic scene this was, as the lane meandered through the woods, leading to a comfortable haven of a house, surrounded by well-tended and well-designed perennial gardens.


This was the home of Tracy DiSabato-Aust, internationally-known garden designer, speaker, and author of two books and numerous magazine articles. Tracy had been gracious enough to open her personal gardens to the Master Gardeners and one straggler (me).

Mom and I had arrived before the Master Gardener bus group, so we enjoyed some one-on-one time with Tracy and some of her neighbors and friends, as well as several of her six cats. And let me tell you, her cats are every bit as charming as Tracy herself. Neo staked his claim to my lap within minutes and I was more than happy to be a cat chair for awhile. We just hit it off right away.

A short while later, the Master Gardeners arrived and our visit officially began with Tracy giving a little history of how Hiddenhaven gardens came to be and what she does to create their beauty. Maintenance of the gardens is taken care of by Tracy and her husband, with help from friends on occasion, when things are especially busy, like during spring planting.


Since the gardens are 98% organic, with chemicals being used only when absolutely necessary, pest control is for the most part by hand. Cutting the chewers in two and crushing the other creepy crawlers is the method of choice, but garlic spray is sometimes used. We got to see this first-hand, as Tracy grabbed a grasshopper and crushed it with her "big-girl shoes," as she calls them.





Tracy also explained how cutting back perennials can manipulate both their size and bloom time. I've done that with a couple of my own plants the last two summers, but I'll be much more bold with my pruners now that I know it's 'okay.'





To the side of the log house is a glass conservatory, which was open to us today. Blue ceramic tiles decorated the floor and stairs of the upper level, where a table and chairs as well as a sitting chair were situated. A forged iron railing ran across the upper level and there were two ceiling fans with lights at the ceiling's peak. Shelves rounded the opposite end, and these were laden with potted plants. There was a section where several large specimens were planted with their roots below floor level.

With so much to see, the time spent there went very quickly, but Tracy and her friends were available to answer any questions about plant identification, pruning, siting of specific plants and recommendations for combinations. We made several rounds in and around and through the 4000-plus square feet of beds, and each time, we saw something we didn't see before.




One thing that stood out for me, the nearly novice gardener, was her use of annuals mixed in with the established perennials. Many of the gardens I've visited in the last three summers have made use of annuals and perennials together, of course, but most have tended to keep the two somewhat separate. If they are mixed in, there is a general boundary between the two, whether it be by spacing or by container. In these gardens, the annuals grew right alongside the perennials, grasses, shrubs and trees, as if they'd been there from the beginning of time, not merely since the middle of May.


There were the usual surprises of whimsy here and there, and several sculptures and statuary pieces that were as well-placed as any living thing we saw.

I especially liked the statue of a girl lifting her hands to the sky and judging from the comments I heard as others passed by, I wasn't alone in my admiration of it.

A just-right-sized pond lies behind the house, with a meadow beyond, which plays host to many butterflies, both real and one very large stationary one. A tree house was the launching pad for a zip line that ran across the pond - all sorts of fun, everywhere you looked!


As the tour reached an end, Tracy had both of her books available for purchase and for signing:






T
his was a rare and appreciated opportunity to glean golden nuggets of practical advice from someone well-respected in the horticulture world and who was more than willing to share her expertise with us on a nearly-perfect September afternoon.









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Tracy DiSabato-Aust has over thirty years in the horticulture field. She obtained her B.S. and M.S. degree in Horticulture from The Ohio State University and has achieved international acclaim as a garden designer and speaker. She has worked with Longwood Gardens in the U.S., Montreal Botanical Garden in Canada, the Kalmthout Arboretum in Belgium, and Knightshayes Court in England.

Her first book, The Well-Tended Perennial Garden, has become the biggest selling book in Timber Press' publishing history. Tracy has contributed or been featured in articles in many magazines, including Fine Gardening (she is a contributing editor), Horticulture, Country Gardens, Garden Gate, Organic Gardening, Midwest Living, American Nurseryman, Real Simple, and Garden Design.

When she isn't in the garden or on the lecture circuit, she is training and competing as a triathlete.


The Gardens of The Ohio State University


It's a pretty well-known fact that I'm not a morning person. Oh, I can get up early if I have to but I really dislike having to get up before my body feels like it. It's not that I'm lazy; I just keep different hours than most of the full-time employed population. While they're in a deep sleep at 2:00 a.m., I might be doing dishes or laundry or any one of a number of household chores. Such is the life of a night owl.

But I was in the company of my mom this weekend. My mom, who is both a night owl and an early bird and never lets the grass grow under her feet. God bless her. She woke me up this morning by turning the bedside light on and said something to the effect of, "CHOP! CHOP! Time's a wastin'!" I rolled over and ignored her for five more minutes.


After a complimentary breakfast at the hotel, we drove a short distance to Howlett Hall on the campus of Ohio State University, where Mom got registered for the Conference. She was supposed to take "Tour #3", which she had paid for, but since we were going to Tracy DiSabato's garden in the afternoon, she decided to forgo her tour and we made up our own.


Just north of Howlett are the Annual Trial Gardens, where annuals are test-grown for various companies such as Jackson & Perkins, Proven Winners, etc.

The flower beds were awash with color and we went up and down the rows, noting our favorites for possible future purchase.



All across the front of Howlett Hall are perennial gardens and we spent quite a bit of time admiring the various plants and flowers. Many were going to seed since it's that time of year for it, but there were also lots of beautiful blooms to be seen.

From there, we walked a block or so to Chadwick Arboretum and the Labyrinth Garden. To get there, we had to pass the Agriculture Administration Building and I remembered that our former next-door neighbors, Tom and Susan Shockey, both worked here at Ohio State, with Tom working specifically in horticulture. I said to Mom, "Since we're here, why don't we go in and see if Tom or Susan are here?" She agreed we should, even though I wasn't sure this was where we'd find either one of them.


As I opened the front door, I happened to look behind me and noticed a man walking up the sidewalk. I couldn't believe what and who I was seeing. None other than Mr. Thomas Shockey! We spent the next fifteen minutes catching up and Tom promised that he and Susan would stop in the next time they were up our way.


Chadwick Arboretum is located just north of the Ag Building, and we walked through the cool shade of trees to the Labyrinth. The idea of a public labyrinth such as this is that when you take the time to walk the entire labyrinth with its left and right turns, your mind and body will be calmed.


I walked it and will have to say that I found my mind going to the same places it does when I'm out working in my gardens. I contemplate things, make plans, and generally just let my mind go where it will. Walking the labyrinth was worth the time it took and the cement pathways laid out in the labyrinth pattern are aesthetically pleasing as well. There are many other public labyrinths worldwide.

By the time we finished walking through the various gardens on the OSU campus, it was getting to be time that we headed out of town to meet up with the Master Gardeners for the tour of Tracy DiSabato's garden.

We left campus early enough to make a stop at Baker's Acres, near Alexandria, northeast of Columbus. Mom and I both receive their print catalog and wanted to visit them since we were going to be in the area.

Even this late in the season, they still had a large assortment of plants to choose from.













We didn't have a lot of time to spend here, but we made a few selections, then jumped back in the car and headed for Tracy's, and that visit deserves its own post.

To be continued . . .

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Viola 'Gem Plum Antique'
Dahlia 'Delighting Glow'


Thursday, September 13, 2007

Inniswood Metro Gardens


Traveling to Columbus is normally about a two-hour trip to the northwest side, but it doesn't seem to take that long when you're riding in the car with my mom. It's debatable as to who can out-talk whom, but I think my mom has a slight edge over me. In any case, it makes the trip go very fast and we were there in no time.

Earlier in the week, I had e-mailed Tracy DiSabato, inquiring about visiting her gardens, Hiddenhaven, located near Columbus. Again, this was on the same tour the Master Gardeners were taking that Mom didn't get signed up for. We both wanted to see her gardens and meet Tracy in the worst way. She had replied to my e-mail yesterday to invite us to come along with the Master Gardeners when they were to visit on Friday afternoon. Woo hoo!


So we stopped at Tuttle Crossing as we got to Columbus and purchased Tracy's books so she could autograph them when we visited. I was familiar with Tracy and her works, but hadn't yet purchased her books, nor had Mom.


Quick stops were also made at Oakland Nursery , Baker's Village Garden Center, and Cedarbrook Garden Center. Next to Baker's was Morgan House, and we ate our lunch here. There are three floors to their gift shop and it was too much fun browsing the goodies while waiting for our table.

We both managed to escape that place without parting with more money than the price of our lunches, but we liked the ghost we saw just outside the entrance.


We'd planned to visit Inniswood Metro Gardens with a friend of Mom's, who lived near them and used to work there. We picked Eleanor up at her house and drove to Inniswood to see not only the fabulous gardens, but the Big Bugs. Mom and I had both been to the 123-acre gardens previously, but it had been quite a few years ago, so it was pretty much like seeing them for the first time.



The Innis sisters, Grace and Mary, bequeathed their 37-acre estate to Columbus Metro Parks in 1972 in order to preserve their gardens for the enjoyment of others. And I'm glad they did. Mom, Eleanor and I had a wonderful time leisurely strolling through the gardens.

There are several:


Rose Garden


This time of year, there usually aren't that many roses in bloom, but I do remember being here before and seeing the colonnade in full bloom, and it's impressive. Still, there were a few putting on a bit of a show of late season bloom.


Herb Garden

This might be my favorite part of the gardens. The texture and design looks just right to me.


There are perennials dotted here and there for color, a water feature, statuary, and the pathways meander through in a way that allows you to see everything this garden has to offer.








Rock Garden

Here is the perfect garden waterfall and there's a bench for sitting nearby so you can relax, reflect and take in the serene beauty of the rock gardens.














The Secret Garden

Here is my second favorite place.


Children will love it here and if you bring yours, be prepared to spend a fair amount of time here.





You won't mind though, because the charm of the labyrinth, which tells a story as you walk it . . .






the grotto, with its fountains and maze corridors . . .


and the tree house . . .


. . . all call on the child in each of us. Can I change my mind? This is my favorite part of the gardens.


Sisters Garden

This part of the gardens was opened in 2002 and mimics a typical prairie homestead.















And of course there were THE BUGS! Eight of them were showcased throughout the gardens:

Ant


Dragonfly


Praying Mantis



Spider



Ladybug


Damselfly


Grasshopper


Assassin Bug


Other images from Inniswood:

Fall-blooming Crocus


Gomphrena


Mandevilla


Milkweed


Spiderwort


Dahlia 'Tahiti Sunrise'


Girl in Herb Garden


Unknown (Anyone know??)


Japanese Lantern


Mom and I had a great time with Eleanor. It had been a little while since she and Mom had seen each other and I know it was 32 years since I had seen her and her husband, Dick. They had attended our wedding in 1975, but I would have recognized her anywhere. I'm sure I've changed more than she has, since I was 17 when I got married and will celebrate my 50th birthday next Wednesday. (Ouch!)

We took Eleanor back home and said our goodbyes, then headed to our hotel, the Baymont Inn near The Ohio State University campus. We were ready for some rest, since we not only had had a full day, but had more of the same planned for the next two.



Happy Birthday, Baby


Jenna acts like she hates it when I call her my baby, but I secretly thinks she likes it. She knows it's a term of endearment and everyone knows the baby of the family holds a special place of honor in the line-up.

It was difficult when Kara went off to college, but not devastating, because we still had Jenna at home, and Kara wasn't all that far away anyway. She attended all four years at Defiance College. But when we dropped Jenna off at Manchester College, it was a solemn ride home. Our baby had flown the nest and that phase of our lives was now over.

We've enjoyed every phase of our daughters' lives, whether it was watching them perform in their Christmas programs at pre-school, helping with their 4H projects, teaching them good manners and proper grammar, or watching them go off to their senior proms. But this milestone was really tough. I have no doubt that it was equally hard on them, this leaving home stuff, even though they acted like they couldn't wait for it. It's always hard to step outside your comfort zone.


But life goes on, and there's always some new thing for us to enjoy about having children. Last summer, Kara got married and Jenna will do the same next May. And hopefully, there will be children for each of them in the future, which means we'll then be grandparents. We can't wait!


But today, it's Jenna's birthday. I called her this morning and since she didn't answer her phone, I left a message. I sang Happy Birthday to her and mentioned that 25 years ago right at that moment, I was in a world of hurt. (She wasn't born until 1:34 PM.) I did go on to say it was worth it though, just in case she was feeling guilty about that. ;-)


She called me back when I was browsing through the bulbs at Oakland Nursery. She was on her lunch break from work and Joe had cooked for her. She said she couldn't believe she was 25 years old, like she thought being twenty-five was old or something. On
my 25th birthday, I was "Mom" to a 2½-year-old and a six-day-old newborn. And now that newborn is twenty-five herself.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JENNA!
We love you!


Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Restless Leg Syndrome


Mom and I are off on another adventure tomorrow. She asked me to accompany her to Columbus, where she will be attending the 2007 Master Gardener's Conference. I'm not a Master Gardener, so I won't be going to the classes with her, but we'll still manage to tear up the town together in her off time.

One thing planned is a visit to Inniswood Metro Gardens, where they presently have David Rogers' Big Bugs display. The Master Gardeners will be touring it, too, but Mom missed out on getting signed up for it. That's okay though, because she'll have more fun seeing it with me. :-)


I have to figure out what I'm going to do during the day while she's in classes on Friday and Saturday. I'll probably go to Easton and Polaris shopping centers, since they have stores that we don't have around here. I might make a return visit to Franklin Park Conservatory (they're having an Antiques and Gardens Fair) and I'll definitely check out some of the local nurseries for any late season bargains.


We'll return home on Saturday night, but we've got yet another trip planned a few weeks later to Cleveland. The Master Gardeners of Van Wert County have received a Northeast Ohio Environmental Award and we'll be attending the awards ceremony to be held at Cleveland Museum of Natural History on October 5th.

My mom is a fun person to know.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Messing With "Gardens Illustrated"


July's mail brought a copy of Gardens Illustrated which I looked through with much enjoyment, admiring the beautiful gardens contained within its covers. It's a large format magazine - larger than most American magazines - but then legal paper in the UK is larger than that of our country, too. It's published twelve times a year by Bristol Magazines LTD, which is owned by BBC Worldwide, in the United Kingdom. A single issue costs $8.15 and a yearly subscription can be had for just $75 in the US.

Sure. I'll jump right on that.

And then I got an invoice. Yes, that's right, a bill for my subscription to Gardens Illustrated. I'm not sure how they got my name or why they thought I had $75 to spend on their magazine, and while it's a lovely publication, I can buy a lot of plants for my garden for $75. Or multiple subscriptions to other fine gardening magazines.

Then I took a closer look at this invoice. They were giving me a deal! Only $45 for a year! But wait, look even closer . . .

I could have two years for $0.00! What a fantastic deal! How could I pass that up? So I sent back the order confirmation, requesting the two years for free. I love free.

This week, I got another piece of mail from Gardens Illustrated. It seems that BBC Worldwide Magazines was just kidding. They didn't mean it.

Well, okay then. I guess there really is no such thing as a free lunch, but they shouldn't have teased me like that. In reality, I didn't think I'd end up with two years of Gardens Illustrated for nothing. I mean, that's a $150 value, or $90 with the discounted rate, and that's a lot of coinage to give away. But they DID make the offer . . .


Explod-O-Pop Seeds


David Letterman gives Explod-O-Pop® popcorn to members of The Late Show audience on occasion. That's fun. But not nearly as much fun as I'm having this morning with the seeds I collected from the garden. Most of the seed pods are perfectly harmless. Just open them and scrape out the seeds. But there are some that should come with a warning label:

WARNING: May cause eye injury. It is advisable to wear eye protection while handling these seed pods. It is also not recommended to handle these seed pods if you have a heart condition. They are unstable and may spontaneously explode, causing sudden startling to the handler. Proceed with caution and at your own risk.



  • Balsam, also known as Touch-Me-Nots (Impatiens balsamina)

    Guess how they got that name? They're pretty cool, actually. Pick a pod, hold the ends between your thumb and index finger and squeeze. Whoa! It's like a little grenade went off in your hand. They're designed this way for a reason, of course. Let your plants go to seed and they'll spread far and wide in your garden - as far as their little launchers will toss them. They're annuals, but don't count on it. Unless you pull the plants or seeds before they start exploding, you'll have them again next year. I promise.


  • Snow-On-the-Mountain (Euphorbia marginata). It's a beautiful plant and nothing in the name suggests what I'm about to reveal. The seed pods are a tripod, meaning they have three lobes, each one containing a round brown seed. (I just made that tripod thing up. They aren't really called that.)
When you pick the seed pods off the plant and take them into the house, unless you want them all over the house, you must put a piece of paper or paper towel over them as they dry. Last fall, when I gathered these pods for the first time, I laid them out on a plate and went to bed. They were brown already, but I wanted to make sure they were good and dry before putting them in their bag for storage.

When I woke up the next morning, there were seeds all over the kitchen! I blamed the cats. They just stared at me as if to say, "I have no idea what you're talking about." Yeah, that's what they always want me to believe. It turns out they really didn't have a clue and neither did I.

I stood there, pondering the possibilities of how those seeds managed to get from here to there and then it happened, right before my eyes. SNAP! Oh, there goes another one. CRACKLE! Hey, that one hit me in the cheek! POP! Run for cover!

As the pods dry, they shrink. When they shrink, they crack open and propel the seed AND the pod parts all over the place. These are annuals too, but don't try to tell them that. They're perennial wannabes and I've had them come up a good ten feet away from where they were the year before.

There are other plants that also throw their seeds, but that's not the only way seeds get from one place to another for propagation by self-seeding. Some act as parachutes (milkweed and dandelions), others as helicopters (maple seeds). There are hitchhikers of two sorts: some are sticky on the outside and grab onto things (Chinese Forget-me-nots) and others travel inside birds after they eat them and they get 'deposited' elsewhere (several kinds of berried fruit).

Fascinating stuff, these seeds.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Ode to Watermelon


Citrullus Lanatus 'Quetzali'

Doesn't that look yummy? It was. I wish we'd gotten more of them from our vines this summer. I don't think I'll ever get enough watermelon to satisfy my appetite for it though. Given enough of it, I'm quite sure I could eat it until my belly looked like there was one growing in there. I just love it.

I love the smell it has. It's like the air smells after a rain. It's like the smell of freshly cut grass.


I like how it looks. The smooth stripey green outside, the dense white layer of rind, and the pinky red flesh on the inside, polka-dotted with black seeds just invite you to smell and taste of its goodness.

I love the texture of its fruit. It's not chewy, it's not soft, it's not crispy, it's not gooey. It's sort of a soft, waterlogged crunch and that's the best part of eating it, besides the taste itself. Take a bite and you'll feel your mouth get flooded with its refreshing fruity juice.

And of course there is its delicious flavor. Even a watermelon that isn't quite ripe is still edible. Not as sweet, but still good. Of course, I have been known to eat well into the rind where the fruit has a bit of tartness to it. Some people pickle the rind and though I've never tasted it, I'll bet I'd like that, too.

Watermelon is good for you. It's low in calories, but high in Vitamins A, B6 and C. It has lots of lycopene, too. Only tomatoes have more. It's got a high level of potassium and of course, fiber. That makes watermelon a food that helps fight cardiovascular disease, cancer, high blood pressure, anxiety, and strokes. And it's delicious!

When I was a little girl, I used to sit on the cement cistern at my grandma and grandpa's house and eat a slice of watermelon simply by taking bites right out of it. No silverware was needed. I'd spit the seeds out right on the ground. I'm all grown up now and it's been a long time since I've eaten watermelon that way. Well, before I did it yesterday anyway.


Fun Facts
  • Although it is botanically a fruit, it is a member of the gourd family and closely related to cucumbers, pumpkins, squash, zucchini, etc.

  • Watermelon is believed to have its origin in the Kalahari Desert in South Africa.
  • Watermelon is 92% water and is fat-free.
  • In 1990, Bill Carson, of Arrington, Tennessee, grew the largest watermelon at 262 pounds; it remains on the record books, according to the 1998 edition of the Guinness Book of World Records.
  • Watermelon is the most popular flavor of Jolly Rancher's Candies.
  • Every part of a watermelon is edible, even the seeds and rinds.

  • Richard LeFevre holds the world record for eating Watermelon. He ate 11 1/2 pounds in 15 minutes.
  • Cordele, Georgia claims to be the Watermelon Capital of the world.

Trivia facts from Sundia Corporation and Food Reference.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Canna 'Gaiety'


Canna 'Gaiety'

Cannas will always make me think of my dad. When I was growing up, we had a circular flower bed to the south of our house where Dad would plant red cannas. Mom was the flower gardener, whereas Dad mostly took care of the vegetables, but he always did the cannas.

The bed was actually located in the unused alley between our lot and the neighboring one. Dad had planted the alley with grass and it looked like it was part of our yard, but it really wasn't. I remember one time someone in town drove through the canna bed just to be mean and prove that it was technically still the alley, but Dad had gotten permission to plant the cannas there.

This year was the first time I'd ever planted a canna. I chose two cultivars - 'Lippo' and 'Gaiety' - because their colors fit my 'hot' theme for the annuals garden at the north end of the veggie bed and I wanted to try something new. So far, only one bulb out of all that I planted has produced a bloom. I don't know if the others will manage to do so before frost. If not, I'll dig them up when it's time to put them in storage for the winter. They're only hardy to zone 7 and we're in zone 5.



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Saturday, September 8, 2007

Perpetuation of the Species



Sung to the tune of "You've Got a Friend" -


You just throw out my seeds

And you know wherever I land

I'll be growin'
You'll see me again


Winter, spring, summer or fall

Just plant me, water me, that's all

And I'll be there, yes I will

You've got a sprout!



Okay, that's the best I can do and I know, it's pretty lame. I don't even know how I happened to start singing that song with its twisted new lyrics (created by me, thankyouverymuch, and apologies to James Taylor), but that's how it is when you're out in the garden. It's truly a mind expanding experience. And no, the morning glories haven't gone to seed yet; my mind has
always worked in mysterious ways. (Are people really doing that with their Heavenly Blues??)

Just when you thought your plants and flowers were done doing what they did all summer, they're rewarding you with yet another treasure: SEEDS! Most of them are all tuckered out from pouring forth their jeweled colors and elaborate frills, but they have mustered just enough energy to keep things going for next year.

It's time to save the seeds, and I save them for several reasons:

  • They're coming from annuals and I want to grow them again next year.
  • They're coming from self-seeders and I don't want to grow them again next year.
  • They're coming from perennials and I want to grow more of them again next year.
  • They're coming from both annuals and perennials and I have friends and relations that want to grow them next year.

Seeds are as fascinating and varied as the plants that produce them and it can sometimes be difficult to figure out what is seed and what is chaff. A website that has been an immense help to me in identifying seeds when I just couldn't figure them out is The Seed Site. There are macro photos of seeds and the photos are organized according to type. You can also look for them via search by name.

It's fun to gather them, clean the chaff away, let them dry thoroughly, and put them in their little labeled bags. After two summers of doing this, I'm getting more adept at recognizing what is a seed and what is not.



And I will never stop being awed by what wonderful, marvelous, beautiful, inspiring living things come from those shriveled, dried pieces of minutiae.




Now seeds are just dimes to the man in the store
And the dimes are the things that he needs,
And I've been to buy them in seasons before
But have thought of them merely as seeds;
But it flashed through my mind as I took them this time,
"You purchased a miracle here for a dime."
- Edgar A. Guest




Seeds in order of their appearance above: Dill (Anethum graveolens), Annual Candytuft (Iberis crenata), Giant Yellow Scabiosa (Scabiosa ochroleuca), Love-In-A-Mist (Nigella damascena), Baptisia (Baptisia australis)


Friday, September 7, 2007

The Almost Last Rose of Summer


It is said that the last rose of summer is the most beautiful of all. In this strange-weathered summer we've had, any roses we've been privileged to have are appreciated for the effort they've made. But tonight, as I shut the door on the garage sale and took the first walk-through of the gardens for the day, I have to say the adage must be true. 'Diana, Princess of Wales' was there in all her royal glory, looking as fine as ever.

I've not been particularly pleased with the overall performance of this rose. A Jackson & Perkins introduction in 1998, I bought my first one in 2006. It bloomed off and on all summer and the best I could say about it is that its fragrance is heady and wonderful. Blooms are beautiful, but stems are weak. And that constantly browning foliage is just frustrating.
The leaves start out fairly well, but shortly after they unfurl, many of them turn a tan color and become crispy, as if they've got fertilizer burn. But that isn't the case.

At first, I considered that maybe cats were spraying it, one in particular (Jinx). It plodded along that first summer with beautiful blooms and the bothersome problems. The following spring it didn't have it within itself to face another summer.
But I replaced it.

Then I happened to talk to Jon and Nancy while on a garden walk and they were expressing their frustrations with a rose they'd purchased this spring. It had strange browning leaves all the time. Yep, 'Diana, Princess of Wales.' They were having the same experience I'd had, and neither of us have had this problem with any of our other roses.


To add insult to injury, my
new 'Diana' was doing the same thing. I couldn't blame Jinx either, because we no longer had Jinx in our kitty family. So now we're at summer's end and there is this beautiful bloom, yet still the ever-present browning foliage. It leaves me wondering if this one will go the way of its predecessor and fail to survive the coming winter.

L-R: 'Abraham Darby', 'Diana, Princess of Wales', 'Jubilee Celebration'


If 'Diana' doesn't live through this winter, I won't put the "third time's a charm" rule to the test. I'll just remember the beauty of having had her with us for a short time and always wish it could have been longer, just like her namesake.






Photo of Diana from
AllPosters.com


To note: J
ackson & Perkins has sold more than 475,000 'Diana, Princess of Wales' hybrid tea roses since its introduction and 10% of the sales go to Lady Diana's charitable programs.



Thursday, September 6, 2007

Excuses, Excuses


It's been noted that most of my blog posts of late have been only remotely garden-related. I am aware of that and while I prefer to post about gardening subjects, as I've said before, there are many more facets to my life. But I really do have A Good Excuse and to satisfy those that want pictures of flowers, I'm posting some today.

First the pictures, then My Excuse.


Dahlia 'Hawaii'


Delphinium 'Magic Fountains'


Gaura 'Whirling Butterflies'


Threadleaf Coreopsis

Okay, let's talk about My Excuse for not posting much gardening news. I could say it's because of The Flood. We've been busy cleaning up from that mess and it's taken longer than I ever thought it would. We're not quite done with it yet! But that's not My Excuse.

I could say it's because we've been getting ready for our garage sale which is this Friday and Saturday. Garage sales are so much work and every time I do one, I say it's the last and then I get suckered into it just one more time. I do enjoy the sale itself, but not the pricing part. Give me a garage sale to put on and I can drag out the preparation for it until the wee hours of the morning it opens. But that's not My Excuse either.

Now if I said I hadn't actually spent much time in the garden, that would be true. And if I also said that my garden isn't very attractive right now and there isn't much worth getting excited about flower-wise, that would be somewhat true, too. But these things are still not The Excuse I'm going to give for the lack of posey posts.

So, can you guess just what it is then?

Give up?

It's a little thing, really. Well, lots of little things - annoying things . . .


Anopheles

We are in the midst of The Great Mosquito Invasion of 2007. It is akin to the locust plagues of Bible fame. And for those of us that are allergic to their saliva, even a few of these are enough to keep you in the house. Where are the bats when you need them?

They're so bad right now in our area that they made the evening news last night. Cities are spraying for them. We live out in the country, but we're also spraying a little bit, mostly around doorways and windows. They like to cling to the doors for some reason, so when you open them, one or two manage to get inside and there is nothing more irritating than to be awakened from a sound sleep by a whiny mosquito circling your head. That requires pulling the sheet over your head and hoping you don't suffocate before morning.

I could cover myself in DEET and laugh in the face of these vampirical bugs while tending to the gardens, but if it's not good for them, it's probably not all that good for me either, so I'll just wait them out. The gardens will survive without me.

Those blurry pictures? Those are the fault of the mosquitoes, too. If you hold still for more than half a second, you're sure to be skeeter bait. Actually, I did manage to get a few good photos of things and I'll post those a little later.

So is your garden looking a little ragged about now? What's your excuse?




Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Cats Sit Fat


James Thurber once said, "Cats sit fat and walk thin." Indeed they do, unless they're a fat cat and then they don't walk, they sway and waddle. We've had a few cats like that, but most members of our present kitty family are lithe and lean. It seems to be the inside ones that have issues with their bellies.

Max thinks he would like to be an inside cat. He's no doubt tired of being chased by Boo and he knows we won't let Boo in at the same time. He also knows when he's in the house, chances are pretty good that he's going to get some of the good kitty food (Special Kitty in the pouch) that we treat our otherwise dry-cat-food-eating felines to, from time to time.

But the biggest reason Max enjoys being let in is because being a lap cat at heart, he's in heaven with not one, but two obliging laps to choose from. The scritches under the chin are nothing to sneeze at either.


As I write this, Max is doing his house cat imitation. With no laps available at the moment because Romie has gone to bed and I'm on the laptop, he's found another place to stretch out, proving that not only do cats walk thin, they sleep thin, too.


Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Sweet Gifts and Memories


While cleaning out a basement full of twenty-plus years of things is a chore, it can also yield some surprises that make you smile and for sure make your day. Yesterday, while sorting through things and deciding what to keep, what to throw out, what to sell on the garage sale, and what to give away, I came across this:

That's my little Hunca Munca, otherwise known as Jenna. She's our younger daughter - the one that I used to describe as 'determined.' Fellow parents will recognize that adjective as a dressed-up version of strong-willed. 'Spirited' worked rather well, too. And that she is, as she has been from Day One.

I always looked on the positive side of things when she was growing up and declared to everyone that her determination would serve her well someday. Oh, it did that in ways that we won't go into here and are all part of growing up, but it has also enabled her to live a life that has been full and rich and exciting for both her and those who love her.


Jenna was a good student, always wanting to get her studying and assignments done as soon as possible. She reasoned that she could enjoy doing the things she wanted to do so much better with schoolwork out of the way.

And those things she enjoyed? Softball, basketball, volleyball, golf, her menagerie of animals over the years, and being her dad's shadow working in the yard. Jenna loved to mow the grass. She liked to clean house too, bless her heart.


Her sports was where she was a real standout. She was a pitcher and a darn good one too, winning several awards over the years. There were a couple of write-ups featuring her in two different newspapers and she got an offer from a college to come and play softball for them. She was a decent basketball player too, making the All-County Team her senior year of high school and there was an offer from a small college here in Ohio.

But she chose to play golf. When she was a freshman in high school, her older sister Kara was a senior. They were both on the girls' golf team and they went to state that year (1997). What a thrill for them as sisters and for us as parents to go to Columbus together as a family. The boys' team also made it to state at the same time, and as coincidence would have it, their boyfriends played on that team. It doesn't get much better than that when you're fifteen.


The University of Findlay offered her a chance to play golf for them, and being a Division II school, that meant she would have to sign a letter of intent. For a couple of different reasons (not related to golf), Jenna chose not to take them up on their offer, and instead decided to go to Manchester College in North Manchester, Indiana. She played all four years there as a Spartan, and we thoroughly enjoyed following her around various golf courses in four different states. She also got her degree in Athletic Training there (ATC).

We miss those years. All of them, all the way back to the beginning, and finding this handmade card with her second-grade picture on it makes me want to go back in time just for a little while. But life goes on - too quickly - and now we're preparing for her wedding next May. Life with Jenna is still exciting.

Oh, back to the card. On the inside, she declares her love for me, over and over. There is a coupon book with each page good for a favor from her: help wash the car, a big bear hug, put toys away, make the bed, help with the dishes, and one that says "Queen For a Day." I still wonder what that one means.

And look what else there is. Seeds! They're packaged for 1991 and are for Double Mixed Balsam. My experience with growing these for the last two years is that I'm willing to bet my Felco pruners that those seeds are still good and will grow for me when I plant them next summer.

Why didn't I plant them back in 1991? I wasn't a gardener then. I didn't have the time nor the energy for such things. I was working at least three days a week and raising two daughters and trying to keep a decent house. Back then, I sometimes didn't plant a single flower in the spring. We would put out corn and maybe green beans, but I really didn't care much for digging around in the dirt.

But times change, and so do people. Finding this card made me smile for so many reasons. Jenna was telling me all over again - in Crayola® crayons - that she loved me. I saw her sweet little face and remembered the days when her biggest concern was whether or not Mom and Dad would ever let her get a dog. (You've seen Simba.) And while it took 16 years for me to fully appreciate the gift, she gave me seeds for the garden I finally grow.

Thanks for the memories, Jenna. I love you, too.


Monday, September 3, 2007

Too Much To Do ( Read: I'm Overwhelmed )


It was 30 years ago this weekend that we moved into our house. Married just over two years, this was a very happy occasion for us, never dreaming we would live in a house like this at such a young age. It came at a price of course, as most things that are worth having do, whether it be monetary or laborious. And houses are usually both.

c. 2004

But work is a good thing to do and Romie and I were both raised in homes where a good and hard work ethic was taught. It's the German way! My parents taught me and we tried to teach our own girls that if you don't go above and beyond what's required of you, you aren't doing enough. It's called 'teamwork' and that's the only way things truly get done. Everyone has areas where they excel and places where they don't, so by everyone doing what needs to be done and at the same time taking up the slack for each other, it's amazing what can be accomplished!

That being said, we're both feeling a bit overwhelmed and a lot tired on this Labor Day weekend. We're still getting ourselves put back together after the flood, which feels mighty good, but the main floor of the house remains a mess, because we are having a garage sale this coming Friday and Saturday.

Good timing, you might say. I would say that too if we'd had a little bit of a break from the clean-up, but we're having this sale alongside our next-door neighbors so it's been planned for awhile (unlike the flood). And you can just guess what happens when you have to take everything out of a basement then put it all back again. It's like cleaning out an attic. You find things you'd forgotten you had and wonder not only why you kept them, but why you ever bought them in the first place. Things that make for good garage sale material.

So this Labor Day weekend, we labored. We moved and sorted and moved and threw away and moved and cleaned and moved . . . you get the picture. Jenna came today with her contributions for the sale and joined in on the fun of it all. She's a real workhorse, with a penchant for cleaning and organizing, so she was a godsend. I've always told her that she's not normal with her "I love to clean!" attitude, but we never look a gift horse in the mouth. She kept us at it when we wanted to give up and go take a nap.

We made great strides today and things are starting to come together. The basement is 95% back to normal, so tomorrow we can concentrate on getting the garage organized for the sale. The biggest job will be to price things and I hate doing this. It's hard to put a price on things that you personally feel aren't worth keeping yet hope others will buy. Oh, it's not that we don't have any good stuff, because we do, and it's not even a case of "one man's trash is another man's treasure" either. But still, we want to be rid of it, and what doesn't sell will go to Goodwill.

So, if you don't have anything better to do this Friday and Saturday, and you're in the area, venture out and visit us. I'm just sure we'll have something you can't live without.


Sunday, September 2, 2007

Monarch Chrysalis Sighting


Mom called me yesterday to tell me she'd seen a Monarch chrysalis in the Children's Garden while she was out there weeding and watering. It was hanging from the kale and was quite hidden, so she was fortunate to notice it. I wanted to run right down there and see it immediately, but knew we were going there today, so I exercised my patience.

< Black Swallowtail in the Children's Garden

Kara and Adam came down today and we all went together to Van Wert to eat lunch at Sonic. It's one of my favorite fast food places, not only because they have great burgers, but they have those Cream Slushes that are The Greatest Drinks EVER. I always get strawberry.



After stopping at Mom and Dad's we all headed out the Children's Garden. It was Adam's first visit and Mom gave him the tour, telling him of all that was there and what was yet to come. She showed us the chrysalis and it was just beautiful.

After we got home, we worked on getting things moved back into the basement after the flood mess. It feels like this won't ever be done, but I have to keep remembering, "Inch by inch, it's a cinch..."

I wonder if the Monarchs feel like that when they are making their trip to Mexico.

Angelic Blossoms


Brugmansia

My foray into the world of Angel's Trumpets began last November, when a couple of gardeners from Dave's Garden were generous enough to send me some 'sticks' for rooting. When I received those foot-long stalks, I had my doubts as to whether anything would come of them. Woe to the unbeliever...

They quickly rooted in water, I potted them up, and they grew under the lights in my basement until spring, when I could put them outside. Only hardy to zone 8, they're a tropical well worth growing in containers, or planted in the ground once it warms enough. I didn't plant mine in the ground until mid-summer, but next year they'll go in as soon as I can safely put them there. In the containers, they were much slower growers; in the ground, they went NUTS.




Earlier this spring, as I was walking around Stuckey's Greenhouse in Ft. Wayne, I spied this variegated brug. Healthy foliage and variegated, which I'm a sucker for anyway, this one came home with me and hasn't disappointed me.

I had it on the front porch most of the summer, which has a shaded western exposure. It did okay, but wasn't showing any signs of blooming, so about a month ago, I moved it to the back deck, where it gets morning sun and afternoon shade. Just this week, it let me know how happy it was that I'd moved it.


Twelve trumpets, an intoxicating rose scent, and even the blooms are 'variegated' in that they are varying shades of apricot. The cultivar wasn't listed on the ID tag when I bought it, but I believe it to be 'Sunset' due to its growth habit, scent, and pattern of variegation.

The other brugs have done well, too, and we've seen blooms of white, yellow, and pink. Most of those smell like lemon soap, and like all brugmansias, the scent is intensified in the evenings. You can smell them just by walking in their general vicinity.

They are prone to white flies, which I discovered while they were in my basement this winter. (Just WHERE did those come from?) Outside, they've got them too, and I'll want to take care of that problem before I dig them up and bring them inside for the winter. Neem oil seems to work fairly well. Outside, the white flies don't seem to harm the plant, but inside on the smaller plants they really yellowed the leaves by sucking the sap from them. I've noticed outside they only seem to bother certain plants of the brugs, not all of them.




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