Somewhere Over the Rainbow

 

Iris come in all variety of colors and so it is fitting that this loveliest of flowers is named after a Greek goddess who in lore is the personification of a rainbow. 'Jesse's Song' was the first iris to open this year. Readers of this blog know how much I love this iris; it's gorgeous, it's vigorous, even has a little sweet fragrance, a goddess in flower form.

 

Lately the words from 'Over the Rainbow' has been running through my mind. As in somewhere over the rainbow, I will have a lower maintenance garden. In case you think I'm a lazy slob who just leaves weeds, most of the Lamium (along with great handfuls of chickweed) are coming out as it yellows and the bees lose interest. ;) My plan is and has been to have more Baptisias and woody plants in the lower gardens, but the wheels turn slowly!! Rooted cuttings of Southern Black Blueberry are waiting in the wings to go into the ground this fall (one of them even has a few bell-shaped flowers) and I took more cuttings earlier this month. A year and half turnaround but well worth the wait. I'd like to try some of the cultured Highbush and Rabbiteye Blueberries too, but I am very enamoured of this plant with its tiny sweet fruit and spectacular fall color. I was happy to see that the new Virginia Sweetspires survived last year's brutally hot dry summer. They were rooted from Sweetspires that grow wild here and whose fall color is like that of 'Saturnalia': brilliant colors shadowed by a very dark moody purple. I plan to take Winterberry and Buttonbush cuttings too. I want a limbed up Buttonbush like the one at the NC Botanical Garden.

I confess that my favorite version of 'Over the Rainbow' is from the movie The Wizard of Oz, but I love Eva Cassidy's version too. Her voice stands out from the rest by virtue of its sheer beauty and range. I cannot describe why it is so beautiful but it is unique.

Wildflower Wednesday

Even as new life is busting out all over, heralding the start of a new growing season, it's time to think about seeds. My crisper drawer is overflowing with seeds again (many collected from the garden) and I have plans and lots of spaces to fill. I have the voles to thank for a good number of these spaces; even with Prissy on the prowl, the voles are probably responsible for many of the losses over the winter and erasing some of the headway that was made the year before. Prissy has been earning her keep as of late though; she catches at least one or two a day. Tommy, on the other hand, prefers a more decorative role.

Last year I collected several pods worth of seeds from Baptisia 'Prairie Twilite Blues'. Not with any particular plan in mind, but I saw seeds and felt the need to collect them. PTB is a strange brew of colors: the flowers start off a chocolate/violet blend with yellow edging (you can see it on the bottom and far right of the below picture) and mellow to a warm smoky lavender.

pictures are from May 2011

 

I put a couple of seedlings out into the garden this year and a few seedlings came up at the base of the parent plant too. If they make it I wonder how they will turn out.

 

This year if I start more Baptisia seedlings, I'm going to keep them in pots for at least one year or eighteen months. I start so many plants from seed that from time to time I'm swept with this irrational urge to clear the front porch and plant a bunch of them out, but Baptisia are slower growing than a lot of other perennials. As ironclad as they are as mature plants, they stay tiny for a long time when young.

There are also a couple of other hybrids I'd love to add to my garden: Baptisia x 'Midnight', and Baptisia x bicolor 'Starlite'. I'm not sure exactly what 'Midnight' is like since the pictures on the internet look even stanger than those of 'Prairie Twilite Blues', but it sounds intriguing and 'Starlite' just looks really lovely, a soft romantic violet-lavender-shading-to-white blend of colors.

In addition to seeds from the garden, March is the month that we receive the Southeastern native plant seed list from the NC Botanical Garden. This year I'm opting to try:

Sandy Woods Chaffhead

Grass-Leaf Barbara's Buttons (Marshallia graminifolia)

Piedmont Barbara's Buttons (Marshallia obovata)

Two-Leaf Bishop's Cap (Mitella diphylla). See more pictures here.

Savannah Meadow-Beauty (Rhexia alifanus)

Rose Pink (Sabatia angularis)

Alleghany Mountain Golden-Banner (Thermopsis mollis)

Sourwood. Now Sourwoods already grow wild here, but I didn't collect any seeds last year and now I have new plans that include a trio of Sourwoods.

Soon I will post pictures of the wildflowers growing around here, but I'm too tired tonight from working outside! Join Gail at clay and limstone for more wonderful Wildflower Wednesdays.

Runaway Spring

Spring has taken the bit and run with it. Along the road to the grocery store the Wisteria growing up into the pine trees is in splendid lavender bloom and even the dogwoods are opening up, a good 2 weeks earlier than usual. All around the Red Maples are in bloom and the trees are beginning to leaf out, soft clouds of rose red, apricot, palest olive green, russet, gold, and bright spring green, making the landscape look like a watercolor painting half finished.

March is a month of contrasts in the garden. Fresh new growth in contrast with and at some times (especially early in the morning and late in the afternoon) made even more lovely by the old stems of last year. Although I'm trying to clear them away as fast as I can! ;) The garden underwent such a huge change five years ago when the house was moved that I'm still playing catch-up. The big perennial bed is no longer the only open sunny place other than the pastures, and I have been redrawing it and drawing other new beds with broad strokes, adding more woody plants and trying to make them lower maintenance. The only beds being painted with a fine brush are the new ones east of the house.

Although you wouldn't know it to look at it right now! lol Until Friday night the yard really needed to be mowed. The Lamium is having its last hurrah and needs to go.

The bed besides the front sidewalk had to be completely redone last year, as the voles ate everything. Part of the new planting is 'Thalia', a very lovely and very old Narcissus triandrus hybrid, just coming into bloom in this picture.

 

The flowers start out a pale green/ cream color and turn pure white.
G. can smell paperwhites but I just smell vanilla.
 

I have been clearing the last of the old stems and pulling weeds in the beds below the house. So many weeds. So much chickweed. It doesn't get nearly as much bee activity as Henbit and Lamium and it's smothering.

I bet you'd never get how much effort went into creating this naturalistic scene. lol A lot actually! To the right of the tree there used to be a stand of Devil's Walking Stick that looked nice until it became completely enshrobed with Japanese honeysuckle. There was a lot of poison ivy, greenbriar, and baby Chinese privet too. I love this Red Maple. It casts lots of seeds into my garden and it seems like all of them germinate but I love it anyway. It has lovely apricot-colored flowers in the spring.

 

The tree looks golden in the last rays of the sun.

 

Spring: exuburant and messy. Whenever I take a picture I see more stuff that needs to be picked up, pieces that I missed when carrying armloads of old stems from the garden. But the verbena is blooming! And the Mazus in the pathway! Originally it was under the rose but likes the pathway better.


When the wind picks up the amount of pollen that billows from the Loblolly Pines is amazing. One of the local radio stations always plays a homemade version of "Yellow Haze" when the pollen comes out. The amount of pollen has been calmed considerably by recent rains though.

 

This Jessamine grows wild beside one of the paddocks. It's a much softer cooler butter yellow than the usual golden yellow Jessamine. I used to think it was Swamp Jessamine that festoons so many of the trees here and showers petals on the paths where we walk the horses, since it often grows in wet places. But it must be Carolina Jessamine because it is fragrant, more fragrant this year than in other years. I can't recall being able to catch the baby powder scent from far away before. I'm going to try to grow it from cuttings in case something happens to any of the climbing roses.
 

I love seeing these early spring beauties, like seeing old friends again that you haven't seen for a year.

Eastern Redbud and Carpenter Bee

 

 

 

 

Atamasco Lily

 

 

Serviceberry

 

Crocus tommasinianus

 

Woodland Phlox

Blooming Friday ~ Signs of Spring

The very warm temps we've had this week (85 degrees on Wednesday), has tipped the season fulcrum all of the way and spring is full on upon us. The Redbuds are opening up and everything is turning those wonderful shades of spring green.

 

Nothing says spring like daffodils and crocus.

Crocus tommasinianus 'Barr's Purple'
 

This charming daffodil is a sweetly scented Campernelle.
 

There are what sounds like hundreds of bees buzzing in the garden, and many species of butterflies fluttering about: Falcate Orangetips, Azures, Sulfurs, Skippers, even a Tiger and a Black Swallowtail yesterday.

Happy Friday, and join Katerina at roses and stuff for more Blooming Fridays and signs of spring from all over the world.

Winter Walk-off 2012

 

For Winter Walk-off 2012, hosted by Les at A Tidewater Gardener, I am going to take you along on a walk I take almost every day, with two horses in hand. The pony is recovering from a condition that requires that she be hand-walked, and rather than leaving Prince to scream and run I take him along too.

The pasture looks brown at this time because the fescue (endophyte-free) has not yet peaked
above the level of the brown stuff, but there is grass in there for them. I don't know what the
grass outside the pasture is but it's the most extraordinary green in late winter/early spring.
 

Sunday afternoon DH manned the horses while I manned the camera.
 

We head past the pastures, following the track that leads down to the creek. On either side of this road are rough mown fields with saplings and blackberry patches, one of which is home to a wild crabapple tree that is a glorious beauty in April. A pond that's only a third full because we've had a dry year and many wildflowers. Sunday evening we saw a Barred Owl take off from one of these fields and then fly from tree to tree. I heard one call last week so knew they had returned after being ousted by a pair of Great Horned Owls during the winter.

 

At the end of the pine tree tunnel there is a choice of going right or left. Either way you go you will end up in the same place, but the left is a more direct route to the creek. Straight ahead and to the left is a slough where we often spot Wood Ducks and turtles, and there are Swamp Tulepos and Hibiscus moscheutos in pink and white. The slough has just recently filled in with water again, which is highly unusual. The only time I have seen it dry before is a couple of years during summer drought.

 

The right hand option goes through sapling forest that is filled with light even in late afternoon.

 

Whoever owned the land before us sold the timber and in some places there are mounds created by logging.

 

With the Red Maples flowering overhead and the leaves just beginning to bud, the young River Birches are what catches the eye at this time.

 

The woods are filled with deer paths. Like a lot of people we see deer almost every day. One day when I was walking the horses next to the creek I looked up to see two does in the trees, motionless, not 10 feet away. I'm not sure if the horses saw them or had seen them long before I did. Horses are very astute at detecting motion, even at a distance.

Here the path runs parallel to the creek, lined with a mix of Northern River Oats, Possamhaw (Ilex decidua), and Hawthorns.

 

 

 

 

Mature American Hollies
 

and ghostly white Sycamores stand
sentinel at the creek's edge.
 

 

 

The walk from the house and around the loop and back takes about a half an hour. I walk the horses 1-2 times a day depending on the weather. In the evenings we take the horses back up the road past the pastures to the paddock behind the house. The green hill beyond is the neighbor's pasture. The fact that that pasture is spring green already and not sere brown is a testament to how mild our winter has been. I am grateful that the winter has been dry too, as it's made walking the horses a lot easier and more interesting. There are still some mud pits though, and some chainsaw work to be done before it's a good idea to ride one horse and pony another along those narrow paths.

 

 

Thanks for joining me for this year's Winter Walk-off.

Blooming Friday ~ Jewel

"Long ago, before I had ever seen a diamond, I read about them and I tried to imagine what they would be like. I thought they would be lovely glimmering purple stones. When I saw a real diamond in a lady's ring one day I was so disappointed I cried. Of course, it was very lovely but it wasn't my idea of a diamond." ~ Anne of Green Gables

Like many young girls I was a fan of the Green Gables series growing up and I have to say I am in agreement with Anne on this topic, even if my own engagement ring is a clear diamond.

When I think of a jewel in the garden, I think of colors that are saturated and translucent at the same time.

 

Clear, glowing, rich color.

Brazilian Blue Sage
 

The standards of this iris shimmer like the depths of imperial topaz.

 

Imagine what a beautiful ring or necklace an amethyst of this shade would make, but it could never be more beautiful than the fashion in which it adorns this iris.

'Jesse's Song'
 

Happy Friday, and join Katerina at roses and stuff for more Blooming Fridays from all over the world.

A stampede of weeds

Dealing with spring weeds is a lot like herding cats.

(An old video but still funny. One of those commercials that
no one remembers what it was for.)



Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Penny was plumb wore out after her dental cleaning.
As you can see from the color of the fur on her side, she's been spending time
sunbathing recently. She often asks to go out onto the back porch. The heat of the
sun probably feels good to her bones.

 

Prissy models some weeds (and a daffodil) that defied the hay mulch that tried to keep them down. Prissy also got her teeth cleaned recently (the same day as Penny, and the first time in 7 years that she had needed a cleaning) along with the extraction of a broken tooth. Both cats still look a little ruffled.

 

A billowing carpet of Purple Lamium, Henbit, Crown Vetch and a tiny speedwell. (Chickweed too, unfortunately.) The bees LOVE it. I end up leaving quite a bit of it ~ about half ~ minus the chickweed, in the beds below the house. I do keep it away from the iris. Already I've pulled several wheelbarrowfuls from the big bed. Like I said, a stampede!

 

I've been clearing a lot of Bidens skeletons in the big bed and the bed next to the neighbor's pasture, but as you can see they're still in the new garden between the house and the big bed. In part because I just haven't gotten to them yet, and in part because just as the bees guilt trip me into leaving many of the flowering weeds, the overwintering and resident birds are still using those Bidens as cover when they feed and travel from the neighbor's woods to our wood's edge. White-Throated Sparrows, Song Sparrows, Field Sparrows, Chipping Sparrows, Cardinals, Ruby-Crowned Kinglets and Hermit Thrushes. It's OK, it's their garden too. :)