Living with Limitations:Getting to Know You
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.
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.
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.