bigger the better: aralia cordata and its cousins
IF YOU LIKE YOUR PERENNIALS SIZE XL, the genus Aralia is hard to overlook. And like shift workers, its members are just going to the job when everyone else wants to pack it in and crawl back into bed. Yes, the rest of the garden is really starting to crumple and yawn and otherwise express its exhaustion, but here come the aralias (including Aralia cordata, above).
Yes, Margaret, that’s A. cordata growing outside your office doorway, though for years I have called the poor oversized thing A. californica, a botanical malapropism of jumbo proportion since that Western native (also known as elk clover) is similar looking. Sorry, big guy.
Good thing I never trust myself and always look things up before I say them out loud, and this time that included emergency SOS’s to the two most Aralia-friendly people I know, Ellen Hornig of Seneca Hills Perennials, and Dan Hinkley, the founder of the original Heronswood Nursery who collected a particularly nice form of A. cordata on one of his explorations in Asia years ago, and has written about the genus in his book “The Explorer’s Garden.”
No, Margaret, they said patiently; not Zone 8 A. californica, silly girl; A. cordata, probably one from Dan’s original stash, though today Ellen is the purveyor of a good 10-foot-tall form (mine is about 8 feet high and wide). To make things worse there’s another one in the catalogs that starts with a C, A. cachemirica, and frankly they are all big and doing their thing now and if you don’t label your plants, as I didn’t mea culpa and total hubris, how can you expect to remember which A.c. it is years later?
But now I have derailed: The point is that aralias are statuesque, late to flower (August into fall) and then loaded with fruit that birds (especially thrush relatives here) crave, and happily grow in partial shade. Oh, and they have flowerheads that look like a cross between fireworks and constellations, though highly organized and more symmetrical than the latter.
I started my journey in the genus more than 15 years ago with Aralia racemosa, above as it looks today, the native American one from almost everywhere but the far west. It gets to about 5 feet in both directions, a plant I still love and perhaps the heaviest-fruited of all (fruit shown below). It’s also a little later to flower than A. cordata, and is just getting going.
All of the spikenards, as aralias are also known, will sow (or in the case of the woody one I grow, A. spinosa, sucker) themselves around, so if they go where you don’t want them move seedlings when they are young; don’t wait until they have a tenacious foothold because then even digging “thoroughly” will leave enough behind to sprout a new plant. A bunch of ripened fruits tossed in a shady area will yield babies, in my experience; no fussy handling required of these beasts, at least not here. (That’s the woody one, A. spinosa, in fall fruit and foliage, below, the only one I grow that doesn’t die to the ground each winter.)
I think they’re best in a spot where it’s natural-looking already, such as at the woodland edge or even well into a woodland garden, but remember this: These are big boys, and aren’t going to leave a lot of room for precious little things. Give them plenty of elbow room, and then just enjoy.