This is the first scape of the season, a hosta scape, on the Guacamole.
And, as part of my efforts to use the seeds I already had, some aging, I planted some some Guacamole hosta seeds I harvested. They were from 2020. When I planted them I didn’t put them in the seedling planter, and the birds and or bunnies dug at it a bit. I brought it in the house, and didn’t expect much. One day last week I noticed this.
I have never grown hostas from seeds before, and the seeds were pollinator creations, so we shall see what becomes of the seedlings.
I have entered dangerous territory, going down a rabbit hole, contemplating rock vs mulch in the garden. For me, as an earth mama, rock is for accents, mulch is for plants. Landscape rock is supposed to be low maintenance, but in all reality, over time, it just looks gross, all full of non-rock stuff, as if nature itself is trying to cover it up. But … mulch requires maintenance, and if no one wants to do that, well then, rock, and routinely blow off the debris as much as possible, and call ‘er good.
Such is the dilemma.
I leave you with one of my happiest recent earth mama creations. This was at the little house up north by the shore of Lake Superior. I do so miss that yard. I loved to putz around there.
A long weekend of up north therapy is our perfect remedy to the wear and tear of everyday modern life. Mowing trails, fixing solar lights after a long very snowy winter, cleaning up fallen trees, branches, and sticks and having our first campfire of the season felt great after long hours at a desk.
My husband had been up during the previous week, but it was my first look of the season – always fun and interesting. The daffodils and grape hyacinth must be deer and bunny repellant as I see the spent daffodils flowers are intact and the grape hyacinth are blooming.
That area is perfect for a spring naturalized garden, so I am hoping it continues. Come June, the ferns start to come in and take over, but for now it is still early enough to show low growing beauty.
It was a very long very snowy winter and the deer pics on the trail cams show skinny young bucks, but there is also a very pregnant doe. Hurray! A good sight! Now we hope she delivers well, and the wolves don’t get the fawn(s). The trail cams also show a turkey, another very nice sight.
Just being in the woods and camp was wonderful. While I was out in the “yard” I heard branches cracking and down the trail a deer ran across. I think there might have been two, but by the time I looked I only saw one. And while I was out in the yard relaxing another time, here comes a big hare, right behind the outhouse, nice long stride. Treats, experienced, not caught on camera, but very nurturing. Being in the moment. Although we do know the big hare very well. It has lots of appearances on one trail cam, lots of antics 🙂
I was able to catch a pic of a new (to us) bird species – the rose-breasted grosbeak.
Looks like a couple. Thinking they were hoping for seed. Alas, last time we did that, Mr. Bear showed up after we left! A bent shepherd’s hook, a missing bird feeder, a broken solar lamp, and a battered grill handle were it’s “hey, how ya doin’?” from that visit. Thinking a hanging feeder between two trees will be needed before we try seed again. All down the road.
My husband said stats are that the average vacation property owner sells around 5 years. You know, the dream wears off and what is left is a work camp. Trying to be mindful of that as we embark on our fifth season of the up north adventure. It is a lot of work, and the romance does wear off very quickly – think heavy wood ticks this year already – but it is an awesome off grid reset.
I may have, from outward appearances, chosen poorly, and, I may regret the choice in the future, but I made a call regarding my planned PTO time this weekend, a celebratory weekend, to stay at the townhouse, even though it is going to rain, even though up north it is going to be beautiful clear skies. I should do “me time” up north, instead of only taking one day off and returning to working tomorrow on something that needs attention, but I just cannot seem to motivate to do all that is needed for a long weekend up north, and that tells me, I think, I need to go where the peace is right now, here. I think, if I am reading right, it is meant to be a garden sharing day.
Just so I don’t sound martyr-ish, full disclosure, leading up to this celebratory weekend, for a full six weeks, I gave myself permissions to choose my own gifts and have them show up at the house – glory!!! A cotton vintage floral throw I’ve been wanting, some peasant style tops, a pair of legacy style jeans, a set of toiletries, a wildflower scented candle, and 2 pairs of Walmart lounge outfits aka “jammies” – you know the kind with dog and coffee words as designs? That you can throw a zippered sweatshirt over the top and feel ok about wondering about the garden really early in the morning? Yah. Those. They are AWESOME!!! Regarding the “gifts” aspect, Hubs is totally cool with not trying to figure out what to buy me for gifts and having the charge alerts show up on my phone before the gifts do – always a weird thing, right? Been married a LONG time. Good with the “gifts” thing. We got this nicked.
So I have indulged. I am full, and good and apparently ready to garden share. Cuz that is where my heart landed for this celebratory day, and weekend.
I am sitting in my recliner, in one of those Walmart “lounge” outfits, having, as the lounge pants say “Coffee Time”, having a couple of the peppercocker cookies our DIL made me for my birthday (best gift, thank you!!! ❤️). I am listening to the squirrels alert about something or another. The birds started their morning chorus hours ago. Very loud today. I love it. I dozed off, dog on lap, and still, 90% asleep, was enjoying their singing. No need to rush into the day. A good use of PTO. A good day to share, and to share the garden, in a variety of ways.
Recently as a neighbor stopped by on her walk, she said she is looking forward to seeing what I do with the garden this year. Wow! It reminded me how we as gardeners go merrily along, enjoying the garden, its rolling cadence of fun activities, caught in moments, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, and not fully focused on the wider circle of joy the garden provides while we are enjoying it personally. Yes, we share because, well, we just have to share such goodness.
Sharing time is at a different level right now – that of sharing with other gardens. Two weeks ago I was wondering if I was going to have more empty space than I thought. This week as I watched the garden literally spring to life again, I saw that EVERYTHING was coming back. Even things I thought were gone. And some volunteers. To keep the garden pleasantly sharing joy, I need to share with other gardens – a clematis volunteer here, a cherry tree seedling there. Then, the view will be right, and right-sized, and the rolling beauty will continue, until, like vegetable harvesting in late summer, it is time to share at the giving away level again.
The giving away part is always a bit sad, and scary. What if next year’s garden really misses that, what if the new owner doesn’t care for the plant (and believe me, that happens), what if the new location for the shared plant is not conducive to continued healthy growth? But ultimately it does work out. I have a few regrets, I learn, but mostly I continue to believe in the beauty of sharing a garden. And volunteers are an easy choice to start with.
Sometimes, a “kid” comes home after a short stint in another garden. This beauty coming up is a Rainforest Sunrise hosta. One of my absolute favorites. Back when we thought we were going to ultimately move to the little house up north, I dug her up out of one of the townhouse garden areas and brought her up there. At first she seemed good, then “ok”, but when we sold that house, she needed to rebound. The no-see-um bugs were eating her foliage, and she was covered with ants. We dug her out, cleaned her up, and brought her back home, to the townhouse, to hang out again with all her peeps and shine.
Today, amid rain and thunder spurts, I think I will dig out a clematis volunteer that needs moving. She is, I think, the “child” of another clematis volunteer I need to find a trellis for. Her trellis went to the little house up north and did not come back. But the new volunteer needs new digs. Hopefully she will love the fence garden at the historic cemetery, grow, shine, and share joy there.
Three tulips have survived the nightly TEA (Tulip Eating Association) meetings. At first glance the one on the ground looked like a “Bunimous got interrupted” incident. I scolded him, wherever he was. “Oh Bunimous! Come on!” But he and his TEA may not be responsible for that one. Notice the dirt. Could have been rain. Or a combo.
We really enjoy watching the local cardinals. Right now we are seeing some cardinal love. Right before this pic I watched from my office as the male fed the female. We think, are hoping, all indications are, they have chosen the big pine for their home.
They are super skittish, so I have yet to capture their feeding ritual on a pic. I am practicing my stealth skills. Hopefully soon.
At the historic mansion site, the second rain garden is also a registered butterfly sanctuary. I had seen it on my personal walk-through a week ago. Yesterday it was confirmed as both the south rain garden and the butterfly sanctuary.
I spent hours yesterday evening pouring over a treasure – the schematics from the initial planting of the rain gardens, as well as the initial inventory/buy list. That was done in 2005, when the city took over the site, a new roof was put on the mansion, and the parking lot was put in. Makes sense – add a parking lot, offset runoff of that hard surface and potential chemicals, with rain gardens.
What went into the rain gardens was, as I expected, a lot of sedge and grasses. Other things too – honeysuckle, daylilies … From outward appearances it looks like the sedge and grasses have been very successful. Some research on sedge and other grasses yielded information that it is not just nectar that is needed in a butterfly garden. Caterpillars use the sedge and grasses environment. I need to dive a bit deeper on that to understand – should I then trim the sedge and grasses? They do seem a bit voluminous, but then maybe that is exactly what the caterpillars thrive on.
I fought myself on where to start, as the south rain garden/butterfly sanctuary is the closest to the entrance, but I really do want to see what survived in there for the butterflies before I start trimming there. It also looks like a lot of daylilies might be in there.
So the north rain garden gets a haircut first. The goal will be to start on the edges and gradually move in.
This will be a long-haul project, with layers of understanding and discovery. Perfect!
The house that we raised our children in had a pretty big back yard. There was definitely enough for me to have full and wide border gardens and still have room to, say, pitch a full-sized tipi and have room to play all around. Which we (humans and two big dogs) did.
In the far back corner, I called that my “wildflower garden”. It was the area of the yard that pitched down, and I quickly learned that all that sod we laid in the back yard was easy to mow everywhere but there. There it rutted up from the mower wheels, which was not the look I was going for. I decided to, yes, pull the sod out, turn it upside down where I didn’t plant things, plant daylilies and daffodils and multiple seed packets of coneflowers, and cover it with wood chips (I didn’t do mulch back then because I thought it decomposed too quickly). Oh, and the backdrop was a hedge I planted of cotoneasters. The bees loved that garden, and goodness knows I loved standing up on the deck and looking at that garden in its various bloom seasons. I knew nothing about rain gardens then, but now, researching rain gardens, my “wildflower garden” sure looked a lot like that. Admittedly, nothing grass-y though.
I am excited, and a little nervous, about working on the rain gardens at the historic mansion. The one I saw looks like this. She is expansive, and I am feeling a little like a kid on Christmas Eve, waiting for spring santa to show me what’s in there. I have had another garden experience like that, where I didn’t know what was “in there” and the discoveries were so fun! Work, but fun.
I am not very good at knowing grasses, sedge, wild ground cover, so I need to, I think, go little by little, making sure anything historic that needs to be preserved is identified, and then eek away at over-growth and gradually tame it – a bit. But carefully. Thinking no weed whippers. Thinking hand trimming. Thinking cool day for clean-up. Definitely tick spray. But wow what great potential!
Confirmed there is another rain garden as well, and I will meet with the garden committee members to get a tour and identify that area. Plus, they have a system for where garden waste goes, which is nice. Last garden I worked on that looked similar, I ended up hauling that away. But that is a different story.
Very excited to have a project like this. I will definitely have plenty to think about and plan and execute and maintain. It may be multi-year to work through. But what an honor to have the opportunity. These sites always awe-inspire me.
Last summer we moved some mature red daylilies from the back to the front entry. I was hoping they would transition well. Indeed, they are up! With the Amur Maple no longer shading that area, they should get a good amount of sun.
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