Living With Limitations:
Do You Believe
Do you believe in coincidence? The word gets tossed around fairly frequently. Coincidence is two, or more, related things having an unexplained connection. Some say since we did not have control over the experience, it must have been divine providence. Others say it is the human mind assigning meaning where random events occur. I will admit to assigning meaning to a series of connections (or what I saw as connected events) I recently experienced. Enough relevance to raise the hair on the back of my neck thinking about the series of events.
One year ago my wife gave me a special gift for Christmas. Season tickets to Louisville Orchestra Friday Coffee Concerts. The tickets were for more than live classical music; it was the total day of time away together, lunch someplace a bit upscale within walking distance of the event. A ticket stub, a program booklet, a memory each month for the drawer.
The event is an hour’s drive, so we gave ourselves a bit of extra time just in case of traffic complications in downtown Louisville, KY. We ordered ourselves a free cup of hot tea and people watched until a few minutes before the concert was due to begin. We located our entrance to the hall, found our seat numbers, and took our seats with my wife going before me. We settled in and I found a place for my oxygen bottle that would not trip others as they filled by to their seats. It looked as though all the seats in our row were filled with the exception of the two beside me and it was getting close to the program beginning. There was movement in the corner of my eye and the last two seats were being taken.
I could not help but stare as the couple close to my age took their seats, the wife next to me, and the husband laying his oxygen bottle across his lap. So. What are the odds of two males on supplemental oxygen being seated next to each other in a crowd of hundreds? I was trying to think of something to say in the way of introducing myself when the lady spoke and introduced themselves, but the music began and quieted our conversation.
Foliage and buds of Helleborus foetidus
At intermission conversation began and I was introduced to the husband, but the wife was the talkative one of the two. I learned both her husband and I had COPD, although from different sources. I also learned he was a well-respected landscaper with a special fondness for native plants, recently forced into early retirement. His wife bemoaned the large garden they could no longer take care of, and did that ever sound familiar. What are the odds? I, too, had a passion for native plants, had a large garden I had lost control over and had just retired from my nursery business. So very similar. It was as almost as though I was staring into a large mirror (but the ‘other I’ was more handsome). Although we promised to visit each other, have lunch, it did not materialize over summer break.
My wife subscribed for another season and so did the other couple. I was unable to attend the first two performances due to illness, but when I did attend, I was greeted by the wife describing her beginning of a long tiresome journey. She had been recently diagnosed with COPD. Cardiologists, pulmonologist, tests, echocardiograms, her new journey was just beginning. Having some concept of what was to come for her, I could certainly sympathize.
Originally, I intended to write of this experience close to a year ago, but the story simply would not flow. The return performance episode seemed to bring it together. So. Was it all ‘just a coincidence?’ Perhaps a ‘SIGN’? Was I was looking too hard and finding woo-woo that was not there?
My bellybutton tells me there will be more to come from all of these ‘perhaps and maybes’.
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Living with Limitations:Getting to Know You
Boxwood in Containers
Photo Proven Winners
There is a popular song from the movie The King and I with the words “Getting to know you, Getting to know all about you. Getting to like you.” This Rodgers and Hammerstein musical has long been a favorite of mine from the good old day of the musicals. The lyrics have been making a return performance in my mind as I wander my garden. As I envision newly reopening territory, thinking new designs, itching to purchase another plant or two (or three or four) I find I am experiencing getting-to-know you in my garden.
The first bed being cleared back to a blank palette runs between a board fence and steps going up a hill. The previous shrubs died of old age, crowding and neglect. The dead or dying shrubs have been mostly removed, but the ephemerals and perennials are dormant, so for now it best not to dig; instead the bed will get a final raking and a chopped leaf mulch. Next spring I tackle implementing a new design. For now I will resist the urge to purchase and instead do some homework and get to know some plants I have ignored in the past.
I have been introduced to Boxwood once again and I am now realizing Buxus and I got off on the wrong foot. My first encounters was through photos in English gardening books and magazines reaching back to when I first began gardening. All I could see was formality and poor abused plants so tightly trimmed they made me think of twice wound mummies. No garden center seemed to be able to not shear these naturally neat shrubs into strange unnatural shapes. Talk about anal. (Remember, blogs are personal opinions and I will redeem myself later.) I also saw how, when used locally, they could be spotted a mile off in late winter for they looked as though someone had taken a blowtorch to them due to winter burn. More poor pitiful plants.
Photo Proven Winners
Getting to Know Boxwood
Here I am years later seeing them through new eyes; getting to know boxwood. Perhaps getting to like boxwood. Climate change has helped to change my mind for our winters are not so as severe as in the past. There are now so many different species, cultivars; a multitude of sizes and natural shapes. There are selections besides the English Boxwood (Buxus sempervirens suffruticosa) as well as Japanese and Korean species. And, not every box at the garden center has been sheared like sheep. The more I get to know all about boxwood, the more I shed my previous prejudices and find lust in my heart for these evergreen shrubs.
Hakonechloa macra All Gold with Spigelia marilandica in background
Lust Filled Space
The new bed being formed by renovations is about 14 feet wide at the bottom, 25 feet in length and the bed narrows to 7 feet at the top, while lay of the land is sloped in the bed and runs up a hillside. Plenty of space for at a minimum of 3 boxwoods. Perhaps a rounded form reaching 3 or 4 feet such as Green Velvet, a tall upright form such as Green Tower which reaches about 6 to 9 feet and only spreads 2 feet, and a natural cone shape of Green Mountain with reaches about 5 feet. All arranged in a group somewhere off center of the bed. Then comes companions of hosta (maybe; there is a problem with deer), Japanese Forest Grass (Hakonechloa) in white and yellow variegations, maybe some Carex in yellow variegation. Still making notes on possible companions, and have all winter to dream and scheme.
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Living With Limitations: Rewards
I am told that all human beings have a continual internal dialogue going. I know I seem to always be talking to myself. When speaking to myself one of the things I enjoy doing is making promises to myself. To be more specific, promises of rewards for behavior. If I (we: me, myself and I) do this one thing, then I promise I will reward myself (us) with a treat/reward.
A prime example of my behavior occurred this past week. I had a morning appointment with my gastroenterologist to review recent tests results (which were rewarded). There is always a certain amount of uneasiness concerning test results, this time with and two weeks of anticipation. The drive to the doctor’s office would be about an hour’s drive through heavy morning traffic. While this trip to the doctor was no great challenge, as some have been in the past, all goes smoother with a reward at the end of “being a good boy”.
About a block down and across the street from the doctor’s office is a favorite garden center (divine providence?), Grantline Nursery and Garden Center. They always seem to have a good selection of temptation and I like the helpful, friendly, staff. Even if I do not make a purchase I enjoy spending time among their plants, talking gardening with whoever came over to assist me. My reward this time was to check out fall arrivals since my last trip to the garden center.
For a Friend
The first plants my eyes lingered upon was two prime examples of Aralia cordata Gotemba. I had purchased one earlier in the season at another garden center and a garden friend wanted one. I made a promise to keep my eye out for him, and here they were. I grabbed a cart and first plant in was the Aralia.
Ruby Ribbons Switchgrass
I have been keeping an eye out for grasses to use as companions to new shrubs in the sunny section of my garden. From a distance I could see containers of a tall feathery grass in bloom with flashes of red. I immediately gave in to the temptation and found myself standing before a row of Panicum virgatum, or Ruby Ribbons Switch Grass. The label read new spring growth was blue-green, turning red in summer and smoky-purple flowers in fall. Height would reach 3 to 4 feet and width 2-3 feet. Their background would be foliage in yellow, bronze and purple-chocolate. No thinking was required for 2 containers to find their way into the cart strictly on an emotional must-have motion.
Little Bluestem Standing Ovation
For over a year I have had a list of Little Bluestem grass (Schizachyrium scoparium) cultivars on my lust-list. I had not been able to locate any of size and did not want to mail order. My wishes were working out this trip. There before me in 2 gallon size was the cultivar Standing Ovation. The label says it is a no-flop in wind and rain, thick heavy stems. Foliage begins blue with hints of green, purple and pink. Come fall red and orangs steps in. Seed heads add to the color. The one I picked had an abundance of heavy stems in lavender. If I could locate another open location I would make a return trip for “just one more”.
Earlier this summer when working on a new bed for moisture loving perennials I had Rodgersia on my list, but was unable to locate any of size locally. Now a row of 2 gallon size reached out to me. Since the bed was now complete and filled there was no space nor need for a Rodgersia. But, I did not let that deter me. I placed one on my cart and headed for checkout before my credit card rebelled.
Rodgersia pinnata ‘Fireworks’ is a big and bold perennial reaching 3-4 feet in height and 3-5 feet across. Large leaves are divided, of heavy substance, having sawtooth edges colored in bronze-red boarders. New foliage is bronze over brilliant green. When blooming it resembles an Astilbe on steroids. Plumes are large, glowing deep-pink and white. Have a feeling this one will end up in a large square container of mahogany.
I would say this trip to reward my good behavior was more than fulfilled. To the point where I have had to ask myself “am I setting up doctor’s appointments so I can reward myself purchasing plants at garden centers?” Naah.
Now is the best time to book Gene as speaker for your next garden event.
Living With Limitations: An Exotic Tropical Garden
Zimgiber mioga bloom. Hardy Ginger
An Exotic Tropical Garden
One would think standing in a mid-west garden during the middle of a drought would not bring images of the tropics immediately to mind. However, I discovered plants that had me ordering a safari jacket and shorts in kaki, my very own pith helmet, while in the background drums of Jumanji changed the rhythm of my heart.
Standing crane Variegated Hardy Ginger foliage
My original discovery took place during a trip to the greenhouse jungles of Brian’s Botanicals a few years back. During checkout he remembered one more plant I absolutely could not go home without and disappeared back into the greenhouses. I was gifted with a start of Zingiber mioga ‘Dancing Crane’, also known as Dancing Crane variegated Ginger. I can no longer remember the other plants I purchased that day, but the gifted ginger thrives in my garden.
At first I was reluctant to transplant it into my garden due to hardiness concerns, but those concerns would prove to be unfounded. A Zone rating of 6 has been established and I have seen a report of success in Zone 5 (Kansas City).
While Zingiber enjoy consistent moisture, it is not an absolute: in fact, I find they are somewhat tolerant of drought. I did find my original transplant reached a height of just under three feet, while offsets I moved to a spot with more moisture are close to five feet. I now have three trials growing: one of a species, two cultivars, in four locations and all are doing just fine.
My first hardy ginger from Brian has great green foliage with margins and feathered centers of white resembling streaks of lightning strikes. It does not have the heft nor the width of the other cultivars I am growing while it does have the height, so it appears more graceful. Rhizomes are short so it is a tight clump-forming colony.
Zingiber mioga Krug’s Zing
My next two Zingiber came from Far Reaches Farm: the species and a cultivar selected by Krug Farms, ‘Krug’s Zing’. The species are from Japan and the cultivar from Korea. Foliage is five feet tall in my garden, almost two feet across, and individual leaves are alternate up the main stem, pointing out and up, reaching fourteen inches in length. There is plenty of space between each leaf. Krug’s Zing has a more open growth habit, blooms of yellow and lilac-pink. Both Dancing Crane and the species have flowers with buds of lemon yellow opening to fleshy cream. All three bloom at ground level with orchid-like petals flowing between the tall stalks of tropical like foliage. The blooms appear during September well into October, individual flowers fleeting.
When selecting companions care will be needed to avoid a ground cover that would hide the ground level blooms. Throw in the largest ferns you can find, a decaying log, Toad-Lilies (Tricyrtis) and leave space for porters to set up tents for tea promptly at four.
Living With Limitations:
Just a Bit More: Part 2
Picking up where I left off in Just a Bit More blog of September 4th, the concept was to make some course corrections in my gardening. I wanted to be more successful in growing perennials that, in the past, were dismal failures. Specifically those perennials that did best when given extra moisture and not allowed to dry out. I created a new bed by excavating an area and refilling with a mix of unmilled peat, peat, soil conditioner and native soil. The new bed was tear drop shaped and sat at the end of a second larger bed where two paths intersected. My first transplant was just outside the new bed at the tip of the tear, beginning with the drama of Aralia cordata ‘Gotemba’ with its golden foliage, large serrated leaves, and striking size of 5 feet wide by 8 feet tall. The plant looks like more like a shrub, but is a herbaceous perennial.
Photo Bluestone Perennials
First transplants in the new bed begin with Lobelia fulgens ‘Queen Victoria’ up in the narrow tip of the new bed, directly in front of the Aralia which will eventually mature and touch the Lobelia. Consider the contrast of Aralia’s gold with the 4 foot branched spikes of Queen Victoria’s stems of deep red-bronze over deepest polished black-green in contrast. Satin red blooms in abundance over September and October heighten the drama.
No moist bed would be complete without Astilbe, so in front of Queen Victoria and centered follows Astilbe x arendsii ‘Chocolate Shogun’ with quilted foliage of deep bronze-chocolate forming a dome. Bloom height is 2 feet and with panicles of white and pink flowers, but the key words here are bronze-chocolate foliage.
To each side of the Chocolate Shogun I stepped down with smaller Astilbe ‘Color Flash’. Only 10 inches in height, but forming a mound 18 inches across, the spring foliage is polished electric green maturing to burgundy and purple, bronze-red over green.
Next up I shifted gears just a bit and transplanted a mature Hymenocallis occidentalis, or Spider Lily centered and in front of the previous plants. The long heavy substance strap-like leaves are bright green and the delicate blooms are pure white. A 2 foot stalk carries 3 to 9 blooms that open one at a time. The common name comes from the center of the petals being laced together in a delicate “web”, the remainder of the length stretching outward in graceful narrow petals.
Ligularia dentata Pandora Photo: Concept Plants
To each side of the Spider Lily are contrasting Ligularia, another plant I had no success with in the past. Ligularia dentata ‘Pandora’ is a dwarf plant reaching about 12 inches in height and a bit larger across, forming a clump of serrated heart-shaped leaves of shiny dark purple. Blooms are orange-yellow frilly daisies, not a favorite of mine, but butterflies enjoy them.
Reaching the front rounded end of the tear drop bed there is a hypertufa container sitting amid the stones defining the raised bed. The container has a dwarf Daphne and companion of a trailing Campanula. The container now has a background of 3 Cimicifuga simplex ‘Burnette’, one at each corner and another located in the middle. Resembling the foliage of an Astilbe, Brunette has purple-black cut foliage reaching 3 to 4 feet in height.
Edelweiss Perennials Photo
In the space behind the Brunette, in front of the Spider Lily an arch of 6 Lilium canadense bulbs have been transplanted. The Canada lily reaches about 4 to 6 feet in height and has 9 or 10 nodding flowers of deep waxy red in July. The stalks have whorled foliage.
In the arch formed by the Canada Lilies is a single Veratrum nigrum, or Black False Hellebore. Large bright green heavily parallel-ribbed foliage that is pleated, often reaching 12 inches long, are arranged in spirals around the 6 foot stems. Flowers are carried in branched panicles of small star-shaped purple black flowers.
Next spring I expect a drama of textures, heights, foliage and colors to rival any Italian opera I have seen.
Don’t forget: Yew Dell Botanical Garden Plant Sale is this coming Thursday the 26th