Cozy Time

We had some beautiful weather in the beginning of the week. I even got over to look at the historic cemetery.

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To my detriment, I suspect lol. I started thinking about spring, and gardening, and all of my ideas for the upcoming daylily season ….

We are now headed back into sub-zero Fahrenheit temperatures for a few days and cold through to the start of February. I am not deterred, however, from enjoying the days. Not my first time to this “inevitable”. I am invoking layers and layers of cozy. And focusing on wonderful. The white squirrel crossing our patio toward the door, and only moving away after our dog approached, the way the sun hits the old prism on the window ledge and makes sparkles. Blue hour (before sunrise and after sunset). And then the layering begins. A good cup of coffee while snuggled with our 15 1/5 year old dog who is (amazingly) still with us. The smell of brownies baking while snuggling our 15 1/5 year old dog and watching the prism sparkles slowly move. A delivery of 3 ring binders, plastic sleeves, photo splits, so I am ready to start the next phase of making our nostalgic greeting card binders – while the fireplace warms the room and the wind howls outside and the brownies bake and our dog snuggles closer and makes a little contented sound and I sip my tea and watch the sparkles fade in and out with clouds and sun. Layers and layers of Cozy. It is the only way to get through a Minnesota winter. Or the only way I get through a Minnesota winter 🥰

And don’t forget the June in January pics. These are from June 16, 2024.

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The potted plants are my beloved shamrocks. I overwinter them. Right now they are crazy good indoors, in my office/sunroom.

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I hope you also are invoking cozy ❤️

Be Blessed 😊

Why I Go Slow

When creating gardens, I, most often, go slow. Yes, part of that is age, and energy. But a much more impactful reason is collaboration and testing.

Many years ago, a friend told me that we grow gardens for others. I had to think about that a while because I enjoy my gardens so much. It is, however, somewhat true. For the most part, the gardens we grow are enjoyed by many more people, and pollinators, than the gardener. In public gardens that is especially true. And so it is with the Oakwood (historic cemetery) gardens.

In both the Mahala Felton garden and the Shirley D garden, we inherited donations. For years, well before I came as a volunteer, people would find spots for their donations and come and plant them. When I took on the Oakwood garden, I did radically change the aesthetic and the maintenance, but I tried to leave the plants, especially those that were doing well. That took time to observe. 3 years of time.

Now I have a pretty good idea of what will do well in those gardens, and they both have a different feel. Against all odds, Shirley’s garden has quite a few hostas. The hostas I went on and on about needing to move, are thriving. In a full sun garden with no irrigation. Go figure. And the Asclepias a bird planted (or so the story goes ;)) survived despite my secret desire to pull them out. Yes, I know they are essential to the monarch population. Other things have also showed up in both the Mahala and the Shirley gardens that I know weren’t there the previous year. And they got to stay. Well, almost all of them got to stay. Lovingly, Oakwood is not an irrigated site, and I am not an irrigation system. I go to volunteer when I can. So, rules of nature – If you plop, you water. If plops fail, I am not heartless. Things that don’t make it still contribute to our compost pile, so they do not go to waste.

All of those learnings were part of a process – a 3-year process, including things I personally planted that did not make it. Nature (or others) sometimes also make those choices. But 3 years in, we have two beautiful gardens we ALL enjoy, for various reasons, and indeed, have taken an ownership stake in. I know for sure neighbors are weeding. Thank you :):):) Someone may have even weeded the Mahala Felton daylily seedlings at the gate, even though it had a marker. You just never know what will work, for a variety of reasons. The Oakwood gardens are a joint endeavor, and, so far, as a whole, it is working. We are growing a garden for each other.

So it will be with the Fischer garden. It will be of the two existing gardens, AND a standalone. It has its own needs, it will be unique to the site, and it may not ever even be seen by many who see the Mahala and the Shirley gardens. So far, for sure, we know it will not have any potted plants – those get inexplicably tipped over. For sure it will not have daylily seedlings – deer and turkeys may think they are appetizers, and they do kind of look like grass so others may think they should be weeded. For sure there will be no hostas – I already tried to make a woodland garden at Oakwood, and it got very “eaten” very quickly. Very sad. In my mind all the hostas from the Mahala and Shirley gardens were eventually going there. But alas! Nature chose.

So what will the Fischer garden have? Rules of engagement are: no spend, critter resistant, full sun, no ongoing irrigation – so, drought resistant. So far the Fischer garden will start with yarrow transplants, because, well, we have already started it, and we know, so far, they are working. But we shall see when we stop watering the test plantings. Beyond that, in my mind I see tall purple accents throughout, and ground cover around the babies’ markers. But nature will ultimately decide what truly works. We honor the site, we go slow, and we listen to nature.

Here are pics of the tall purple and the ground cover options I am envisioning. I am going to try seedlings and transplants. We will go slow and see what nature decides.

Wrap Up, Start It Up

Today is the last day for 2025 daylily blooms in our townhome gardens. Hello Yellow opened the 2025 daylily bloom season, and she is closing it out as well. She is AMAZING! And she is a mystery. I would be tempted to say a bird brought in a Stella De Oro seed, but a) she has repeatedly now typed out as a tetraploid, and today I harvested seed from one of those crosses, b) I planted her as a seedling from seed I harvested (I don’t own any Stella De Oros) and c) I haven’t been able to replicate her. So, she remains “Hello Yellow” with parentage as “sdlg” Her seedlings, if we are so blessed, will be fun – partially because she is not at all scientifically supportable. She is a gift. A reminder that I cannot support everything beautiful with data 🥰

And as the daylily bloom season at the townhome comes to a close, of course I have interwoven that eventuality with something new. Why wouldn’t I? And not something small like weeding or tossing worn out garden gloves or taking cloches off seedlings or moving rock that keeps overflowing into the grass or onto the sidewalk when it rains. No, no, nope. I need something much bigger. Multi-year, very challenging, requiring no money investment, but rather just repurposing and harvesting for new – exclusively, you guessed it – from and to the historic cemetery garden. How did I arrive at this set of requirements? Well funny you should ask. It has to do with 3 years of work there, studying, observing, seeing weird stuff (like things disappearing – ahem – Mahala Felton seedlings and purchased and planted daylilies), and a love for solving reasonable needs. Enter the Fischer project.

The Fischer project was born out of me not being able to keep my joy to myself and sharing that it only now takes one hour per week to weed the entire historic cemetery garden. And, by the way, since we are adding another garden, we need some refining nomenclature. Going forward, for my blogging purposes only, the left side of the wall garden at the historic cemetery will be referred to as the Mahala Felton garden. The right side of the historic cemetery garden will be referred to as the Shirley D garden. And the new garden will be the Fischer garden. So, I was sharing that I felt a bit guilty, not too bad, but a bit, that the historic cemetery garden in year 3 now only takes one hour per week to weed. Or one hour per side every two weeks, or, well you get the gist. And Shirley’s husband, who is an absolute rock star, who helps Shirley keep up the cemetery, said something to the effect of “Do you know the Fischer site?” Yep, kind of, I said. And off the project started. The Fischer site is definitely a long-term project. It will for sure take a couple years to turn into a garden that replaces grass with plants, that does not require mowing. And that is the need.

So, the challenge is a garden at the site that is deer, squirrel, bunny, and other critter – two and four legged – resistant, drought tolerant, very low maintenance (like cut it down at year end), no mulch, does not obscure markers (so ground cover in some areas), and (my requirement) feels healing, and peaceful, and, well, quiet. The Fischer site is the site of early settlers to this area, but their story was very different from the Feltons story.

And that is where this blog ends. But I (with the help of Shirley’s historical research) will share more as time goes on. About the Fischer story (history), about the new garden plant choices, about the new garden successes, and I’m sure failures, and about how things look as we go. Shirley just texted to say they are at Oakwood, and she will water the new plantings. They don’t look like much – a few bunches of transplanted yarrow from the Mahala Felton garden – but it’s our new work in progress. Now that the Mahala Felton garden and the Shirley Dalaska garden take so little effort, their gardens are going to fill the new Fischer garden. That I LOVE 🙂

Shirley D

We are deep into daylily season now, and I am seeing patterns regarding daylily crosses that will work this year. For instance, the cross that made the Mahala Felton dedication daylily will not have a repeat seed creation season this particular year. One of the parent daylilies is not sending up scapes right now. That happens. It is a healthy daylily, not crowded. It could be that I just overworked it last year. For this year, the Mahala Felton daylily seedlings are doing well and will start to be be planted this fall in various locations in the Oakwood Cemetery garden where Mahala Felton is interred.

I am also having challenges this year with getting the Molly Cowles dedication daylily cross to replicate. 60 seeds last year, and not a single success with that same cross this year. But that, too, is OK. I have so many Molly Cowles seedlings that some will probably even go up north. I will continue to try to replicate those crosses this year. There is still lots of runway ahead. And some things happen for a reason.

Those daylily seedlings are wonderful, and I hope they will bloom absolutely beautifully, but I knew there was more to come. It was forming in my mind. Something a bit different.

We were “getting there” when one of the daylilies I purchased and planted at Oakwood last fall began to bloom a few weeks ago. That daylily’s name is Red Volunteer.

“Volunteer” has layers of meaning. What a cool daylily to be at Oakwood. And it is stunning. I am hoping for way more blooms next year. I only caught two this year.

But something was still in my mind. It just was still in a “waiting” state. Something with ties to meaning. It finally arrived.

Dedication daylily “Shirley D” is a dedication to my good friend, long time historian and author, and fellow volunteer at Oakwood Cemetery. Shirley puts up with my relentless garden talk, endlessly long texts, and ridiculously ambitious ideas. And Shirley and her husband Mike dedicate uncounted hours of personal labor as well as their substantial leadership to Oakwood Cemetery. They are, in my humble opinion, the primary reason Oakwood Cemetery is in the renovated state it is in today.

Dedication daylily “Shirley D” is from 2022 harvested seed. 2022 was a tough year for me. It was the year my husband and I decided that the little home up in the mining town in northern Minnesota (that we had renovated and planned as our retirement home) was not truly a match. Our plans were upended. We were back to the townhome plan, and I was gutted. I wanted a yard to renovate into a garden. I wanted to be in that area. But it was just too small. My friend Shirley was a dear sweet comfort as I greatly grieved selling that house.

The following year, as I was looking for something I could pour myself into through gardening, Shirley, once again, reminded me of opportunities at our local historical society. While dedication daylily “Shirley Dalaska” was slowly putting roots down where I had planted her the previous fall, I joined the historical society, intending to mainly garden. I took a meandering route, but eventually I found my way (back) over to Oakwood, where I, once again, saw the old, abandoned garden I had seen before. Volunteers are not in plentiful supply, and no one had felt both a calling and the time to address it. And honestly, I too had no interest in that garden. The goats that had been at Oakwood to eat the buckthorn a few years before might have enjoyed it had they had access to it, but it did not really speak to me at all. I was looking at the huge expanse of a raised bed fence garden that so needed love. The old, abandoned garden had stuff that would look great in the fence garden, but the fence garden needed way more than weeding and transplants. What happened next is a testament to Shirley’s absolute genious. While I was working through what I was feeling called to do, Shirley didn’t give me her plan. She let me come up with a “Susan plan”. An impossibly ambitious plan to move the heaving rock and exposed plastic out and go to a mulched garden. I went to the store, bought three bags of mulch, put some in, took a picture and asked what she thought, and pretty soon Shirley and Mike were there doing garden days, sometimes even when I wasn’t there – moving rock, pouring out bags of mulch, putting up with my insistence that hostas would never survive there and that people who were increasingly plopping hosta donations in the newly renovated garden were going to be sorely disappointed when their hostas died. It was, after all, I said, a full sun garden, for goodness sakes 🙂 (Those hostas are thriving – lol) Shirley has stood beside me, even talked me out of really bad ideas, and still encouraged me in my efforts. She soooo gets me. She gets my intensity. She gets that I primarily want to make gardens. She gets that I am so pleased seeing the community appreciate the completed renovation. (Is a garden ever truly completed though? I don’t think so.) Shirley gets that I was pretty driven about getting the garden renovated but now am thrilled that I only need 1 hour per week to weed it because neighbors are weeding as they walk by. So cool!!! And she puts up with me saying, for the 900th time, that I am not going there every day to water plopped plants, which still happens lol. It’s OK, she says. Shirley really is a saint. I think she may be watering plops. I’m pretty sure she is 😉

This year, as the daylilies in my townhouse gardens started to come up and then show scapes and buds, dedication daylily “Shirley D” took her sweet time. Other South Seas self-seed creations were coming up, making it onto my blogs. Still created by our mutual neighborhood pollinators but looking “not Shirley”. And then the first bloom. Does “Shirley D” not have the “it” factor? Understated, yet undeniable presence. Like Shirley D the person, my dear friend.

Among Shirley’s many contributions, Shirley does stained glass work.

Back at you, my friend, with another floral beauty.

Fill In Friday – Irises, Clematis, First Daylily Scape, and some shenanigans

Let’s see … where did I leave off last week? I think it was with the discovery of the first daylily scapes of the season.

Last Friday I was weeding at the historic cemetery. I was down to the end where there are some mature Stella de Oros. Full disclosure, Stella de Oros are not daylilies I would buy. I do like the color. The size is not the issue. It is just that they are everywhere – in residential gardens, commercial landscaping, everywhere. But … they are daylilies, they are improving in health since the rock was switched out to mulch, and they were gifted to the historic cemetery garden before I started in earnest, so they stay. Stella de Oros also bloom fairly early, so they are a harbinger of the start of the daylily blooms on the way. So, last Friday, as I was wrapping up weeding, I looked over and there it was – a scape, on a Stella de Oro.

Which means the scapes will soon start showing up on other daylilies. And that is my start of the daylily season. Scapes hold buds that bloom and blooms can be not only enjoyed, but crossed, by birds, bees, butterflies … and humans.
It’s almost here!!! Hurray!

While daylily gardeners everywhere await daylily season, irises are in full bloom. The iris bed I made two years ago at the historic cemetery is starting to really shine! Almost all the irises in the lower part of the bed came from a smaller overgrown old garden. They were not blooming there, so I took my chance on color. I lucked out. Last year all those that bloomed were yellow, and this year as the iris bed began to really shine, the color yellow was predominant, save for one purple iris in a line of five that I had added last year from the big old garden. That purple bud showed up late. We shall see what comes next year.

Now here is where I get to share the joys of a community, public garden. 99.5% of the experience is AWESOME. People are so kind and thankful, and it is so fun to meet them and see them over and over. But there are, shall we say, occasional shenanigans. And herein is this week’s shenanigans story. I shall say it did not make me smile and say “silly turkeys”. So here’s the story. I was all excited about the yellow irises because we have 14 veterans buried at the cemetery who came home safely from war. Think yellow ribbon for safe return. We also have a Civil War soldier, James Akers, buried at the cemetery, and he was killed at Gettysburg. I wanted at least one purple iris in remembrance of him, amidst the yellow irises. Think Purple Heart.
And one came up! But it was not meant to bloom there. You see, within the past day and a half someone/something came by and snapped off a bunch of yellow irises and the one purple iris. The yellow ones – in various stages from bud to bloom – they threw around in the mulch and even on the ground,

but the purple one was totally missing. Now what possesses an action like that, I cannot imagine. Irises don’t even smell good, and animals usually leave them alone, so … my guess is shenanigans. Now, I have been putting the best construction on missing plant markers and missing plants, thinking maybe it was squirrels or turkeys, but now I am thinking along other lines. And what is my logic? The turkeys that live inside the fence have a big old garden of irises, even one that made it to bloom. And … they aren’t touching them. Soooo …. probably shenanigans. Decision? The Mahala daylily seedlings definitely aren’t going to the historic cemetery quite yet, and I will not be purchasing any additional plants for the historic cemetery. Just out of wisdom. We shall watch and assess. No big. Just prudence.

For now, we enjoy pics, and see the one purple bud in front.

In the townhome gardens the clematis out back are blooming beautifully,

following the Bluebells clematis out front that just wrapped up.

The Weigelia has also started blooming, and, soon, like the clematis, the hummingbirds will be found enjoying those blooms.

Do you remember the variegated sedum I pulled out and then saw it had a few tiny green buds? I potted it in an old terracotta pot, and it is growing new buds. Yeay! Sedums rock!

The Ninebarks are also doing wonderfully, and, along with the Weigelia, they remind me every year why bushes do have their place.

But, there is a shenanigans story in the townhome gardens too. I suspect they are of the bird variety. After over fifteen years of birds being helpers in cleaning up the shamrocks, we might have a crop of mess makers this year. They have decided to make quite the mess of all the purple shamrocks. No worries. There are so many shamrock rhizomes. I brought them in and will restart them in the house. Sorry birds. No more purple shamrocks fun for you this year.

And that was our week. I hope yours was fun! Catch you next week!