W ILL WHOMEVER MOVED MY CORYDALIS SOLIDA please confess? This charming creature, the recent star of my spring-ephemerals slideshow, declined to show itself the last week or two, as if it had caught a case of stage fright. I knew where it lived: It had been there for years, a big, juicy clump. But then I saw something, or actually 17 somethings at last count, that look like the former beauty, but in miniature, strewn here and there across the yard. Who moved my Corydalis? Who? [Read more...]
my vanishing corydalis solida: simple division?
‘harvesting’ perennials, planting vegetables
THE ANNUAL VEGETABLE-GARDEN ARCHAEOLOGICAL DIG yielded the usual suspects—perennials and small shrubs I plunge in there for wintertime storage, things I use in summer pots: huge hosta clumps (I do love hostas) and Hakonechloa and other random bits. In went 3 inches of compost, 10 pounds of lime per 100 square feet, an all-natural organic fertilizer made of meals and manures, seeds for short rows of various salad greens, and a few-dozen onion plants. Life is good, loaded with possibility. (Well, except that I could use some rain.) Unearthed anything good lately over there?
doodle by andre: a hands-off policy
WE EACH HAVE BOUNDARIES, LINES WE DON’T WANT CROSSED. Apparently a certain garden tool depicted here sits right on one such line. Uh-oh. This isn’t the first hint of trouble: Not long ago she was digging herself into a pretty deep hole all alone (and this despite the fact that they already garden in separate beds). What will be the next chapter in Andre Jordan’s story of gardening on the rocks? Stay tuned.
a plant i’d order: pulmonaria rubra
S PRING, ALL PRETTY IN PASTELS, DOESN’T HAVE ENOUGH RED FOR ME, I suppose, which is why I like the red trillium or wakerobin, red tulips for cutting, and especially Pulmonaria rubra, the red-flowered lungwort. No fancy-pants silver-splashed foliage likes it more popular cousins, perhaps, but P. rubra is an ace of a plant, early and tough and ever-so-tolerant. [Read more...]
before forsythia, cornus mas
I N A WEEK OR SO I’LL ENJOY THE BORROWED VIEW of several giant old forsythia, left behind from a long-gone farmhouse that stood just down the road. I love seeing them through the naked woods, giant waterfalls of gold, but I don’t grow forsythia in the garden here, as you may recall. I’m not starved for early shrub color, though; I’ve already been treated to a week of Cornus mas, the Cornelian cherry, whose most delightful puffs of gold are not unlike those pom-poms my friend Sloane makes her chick art out of, and very appropriate for Easter. Thanks, Cornus mas, the earliest of my various forsythia alternatives. Read about it and other possibilities (or just see a few more photos on the jump here): [Read more...]













