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Friday, July 30, 2010

Spot the Unwelcome Guest


Hanging there Silent.
Like any old leaf in the wind,
While eating its fill.


Tomatoes bursting,
With the flavor of summer.
He watches nearby.


Inviting a taste,
they come in all the colors
of a spring rainbow.


The villain is clear.
Above the Tomatoes here,
Yes, his time has come.

The first fat tomato hornworm has been found this year. While I'm sure there are more where he came from I haven't had a chance to really groom the plants. I'm hoping the wasps do their job this year and take care of most of them for me. This guy is now in a cage being fed pruned tomato branches so we can see if we can get him to turn into a cocoon for Gabe.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Geraniums Here- There - Everywhere

Welcome. I am so happy that you stopped by. My door is always open for you to come in, sit in the garden, relax and enjoy a cup of tea (if it is not too hot for tea in your area) My geraniums are on their second bloom and are blooming in the Southern California sunshine.

We have very little rain this time of year which allows me to display some of my art in the garden. I like to call it "Art In The Garden".

Pour yourself a cup of mint tea and sit in the morning shade.


"Art in the Garden"

Looks like Bentley my Studio Assistant prefers to stay in doors to enjoy the geraniums.


On of my favorite photos of Bentley that I wanted to share again with you.

Sit in the shade and enjoy the garden.
Another one of my favorite ways to display geraniums this time of the year.


More "Art In The Garden" on display among the geraniums.



Thank you for stopping by. I love hearing from you and sincerely appreciate your visits, comments, and those who follow my blog. Please let me know if you have any questions or would like to see me paint something special.

I will be on a Summer blog break for next several weeks and look forward to seeing you when I return. We will paint those pink roses I mentioned and have a lesson on painting a birdhouse Welcome sign.
Blessings, Erin

Have a lovely week. Blessings, Erin

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Really good or really bad?

Two years ago I went to my first plant-swap. As it turns out, people who go to plant swaps are really really nice, insisting that you take home more than you can carry, and then some more.

They also as a whole didn't know much about what plants are native and what aren't. I ended up with quite a few mystery plants.

This one is the most perplexing. It was identified to me as Zizia aptera, heart-leaved Alexander, which is rare here.



But I fear that it may have been misidentified.



I was too late to get photos of the flowers, alas.






Here is a patch of Zizia aptera at Garden in the Woods. The leaves look ever-so-slightly different from what's in my yard.



I'm worried that I might instead have wild parsnip, Pastinaca sativa, which would be bad. Or, maybe something else? If anyone can help me identify this plant, I would be grateful.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Oh Noes! Clover is Invading Lawns!

There is a lovely post up at Garden Rant about Scotts using high drama to sell poison to kill clover and dandelions in lawns. Let's see what Scott's so-called Sustainability Officer has to say about this.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Visionaries and ground elder


A visit to Waltham Place in Berkshire is a good opportunity to confront some of the dilemmas of the nature-inspired garden. Owner Strilli Oppenheimer employed the late Henk Gerritsen to help her ‘naturalise’ parts of the 1920s Percy Cane layout, all pergolas and walled and hedges and walled off garden rooms. Henk’s own ‘Priona Garden’ in eastern Holland had been her inspiration to get him over, as he was obviously good at gardening without making war on nature (although I don’t recall much food growing at Priona, I think it grew in the local supermarket where there was no nature to go to war with). Priona was wonderful for the balance between wildness and hedged and trimmed and mown order – a very Dutch balance, so it was right he should be involved at Waltham.





Ground-elder is a problem at Waltham, and since the garden staff cannot rid the garden of it using the bio-dynamic methods they are instructed to use (chemical warfare is actually little better either in my experience) the pragmatic decision has been taken to accept it. In one big courtyard area it is allowed in part (but heavily suppressed by lots of seriously big perennials) but kept from spreading by a cordon sanitaire of box, ingeniously Henk-clipped into a caterpillar shape – so much more fun than self-consciously trendy cloud pruning. In another garden it is allowed free-rein, but has to face vigorous perennials and so is too kept in check; earlier in June I think this is a very effective naturalistic perennial blend but by July it has gone over. A gravel garden is a riot of self-seeding, whilst the most successful part of the garden as far as I was concerned was an allee edged by walls, where shrubs and climbers had been allowed to spread just so, perennials to spread and intermingle and self-sow – the whole looks just so perfectly on the edge of tumbling into wildness. Head gardener Beatrice Krehl and her staff have managed to create a perfect embrace of the wild and the formal here.


Not all works, or has achieved such balance yet. A perfectly good terrace has been almost entirely lost to cistus and lavender and much other shrubbery in the final stages of the rangy senile decay to which many Mediterranean species seem to suffer, while a long border seems a long way from having a successful mix of species (nothing in flower in early July!). All in all, though, an immensely brave experiment in letting formality go to seed skillfully and gracefully.

Radical idea..... plant out some wildflowers in turf, maintain by "grazing like a cow" (Henk Gerritsen) - pulling up tufts of what you don't want and the add definition by deep edging between the wildy bits and the mown lawn.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Sunflowers and Vintage Watering Cans

Welcome. I am so glad that you stopped by. My garden gate is always open for you to come in and sit and relax while I share with you inspirations for my paintings. Would you like to join me for a cup of tea and a piece of banana bread? I just got back from the Farmers Market - the morning is cool and I bought more Sunflowers. I just can't resist painting them and I hope you are not getting tired of seeing their cheerful faces in my art.


I am painting something for a special lady who lives in a cottage near the ocean. She loves Sunflowers, vintage watering cans and the sea. Let's go join my Studio Assistant, Bentley, in the garden to look for watering can inspirations.



Looks like Bentley already found a blue watering can. Let's keep looking for a red one.



My neighbors Sunflowers are peeking over the fence.









Finding inspiration . . . . .




Here . . . . . .






There . . . .





Everywhere . . . . .






Looks like we found the perfect old red vintage watering can for my painting.



Here is the finished painting. I added a bucket of Sunflowers with red Roses and white Daisy's for a pop of color and contrast. Painted sea shells to give the painting a "Seaside Cottage Garden" feel.





I am so happy that you stopped by. I love hearing from you and sincerely appreciate your visits, comments and those wonderful Blogger Friends who follow my blog. Please let me know if you have any questions or would like to see me paint something special. I have requests to paint pink roses and bird houses in future posts.

Have a lovely week. Blessings, Erin

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Why grow a lawn?




This is the second article of mine that was published in the local paper, the Franklin Country Gazette. My third article may be out in this week's paper, but I don't yet have a copy.


Why Grow a Lawn?

In my childhood, I lay on the grass of my Virginia lawn, picking dandelions, four-leaf clovers, and bluets. Now it is common to see signs warning that the grass is unsafe even to walk on, placed sidewalks by companies who want to convince us that a poisonous and homogonously flower-free lawn is somehow good for our children.

Prior to the twentieth century, the typical American yard was a mix of gardens and packed dirt. The clipped lawn originated in England, where it was a status symbol displayed by those who could afford to not to devote all of their land to livestock or farming. Those green power statements were watered with England’s soggy weather, mowed with scythes, and weeded by hand.

Wealthy Americans sought to emulate the practice, but gardeners are expensive, and neither the dry North American climate nor the native grasses were suitable for lawns. It took the introduction of mass-produced human-pushed reel lawnmowers, subsidized water, and garden hoses to make lawns a possibility for the middle class. And, oddly, the USDA had a hand in solving the grass “problem”: in 1915 they teamed up with the US Golf Association (golf itself originating in Scotland, a land of open grasslands) to find grasses that could withstand the North American climate. The final nail in the lawn-conformity coffin was a pamphlet circulated by the American Garden Club which stated that lawn was to be "a plot with a single type of grass with no intruding weeds, kept mown at a height of an inch and a half, uniformly green, and neatly edged."

It takes a barrage of chemicals to emulate English landscape, and these chemicals are dangerous to us and to our environment. Canada has banned all weed-and-feed lawn products. Here in Franklin it is illegal to spread pesticide, herbicide, or lawn fertilizer closer than 50 feet to a wetland. (And yet even though so many of us live adjacent to wetland, we are still solicited by lawn-chemical companies.)

For those who simply cannot do without lawn, there are organic methods of lawn-care, such as using old-fashioned push mowers. Corn gluten can be used as a pre-emergent herbicide. Lawn that is mowed higher is more healthy, and therefore more able to out-compete weeds. Clover can be added to contribute nitrogen to the soil, and newer varieties of grass require less water or no mowing at all.

For those who don’t care to obsess over having their lawn be an unblemished shade of green, however, there is an easier option. In a recent New York Times article, author Robert Wright suggests that we continue to grow and mow our existing lawns, but leave the chemicals out, and let the weeds back in. “Next time you see a yard full of sprouting dandelions,” he writes, “note that they look remarkably like things we call ‘flowers’.” Activities that require lawn can just as easily be played in the presence of weeds.

What else can we do? To the aesthetically-minded, a yard is a canvass to be painted with flowers and foliage. To environmentalists, a yard is a place to recreate habitat. To those who like a good meal, a yard is the place to grow vegetables. Alone or in concert, all of these approaches can bring our yards back to our not-so-distant American roots and away from the idealized indusrial lawn.

For those trying to recreate habitat, a good option can be to grow a backyard meadow. Meadow needs to be mowed only once a year, needs no water, no herbicides, no pesticides, and no fertilizer. There are many flowering plants that inhabit meadows, and the local wildlife will thank you for the food and shelter that your meadow provides.

The best way to grow a meadow, from a habitat perspective, is to kill the existing grass and replace it with North American native plants. An example of such a meadow can be seen at Garden in the Woods, in North Framingham, and during the growing season, its flowers are a wonder to behold. But a lawn left to grow tall can still be an environmental improvement. At Idylbrook Field, in Medway, mowed paths meander through a heady mix of native and non-native plants.

I am experimenting with such a meadow in my own yard. In theory, it will be kept tidy by maintaining a mowed strip around the edge. Last Autumn I sprinkled the area with the seeds of native meadow flowers and grasses. Already I can see milkweed growing. And I have an emergency backup: if the meadow doesn’t turn out to my satisfaction, I can mow it down and call it a weedy lawn once again.

Holy Cow!


This spring my friend Beth gave me some beans in trade for a cow...

Actually, Beth gave me two bean plants. She explained to me that these beans have been handed down generation after generation and came from Thomas Jefferson's garden. I'm pretty sure they are Hyacinth beans.

I have two groups of potted herbs on my back patio, so I planted the beans in a large container and placed it among those pots. Once I realized the beans were climbers, I took one of my copper stick-figure-folk and stuck it in the pot as a support.


This subject is hard to photograph. It would be better with a plain backdrop but I can't move the pot around and the thin lines of the copper pipe are hard to pick up with the camera.

Hopefully you can see the structure here and how the beans began to grow up the copper pipe.


I decided my stick-figure-folk needed a head (I named him "Tom") so I added a nice shiny copper toilet float on top.

Uh oh, those beans really started to grow and before I knew it they were encircling poor Tom's neck!



Something had to be done quickly, so I thought it would be nice to have Tom hold up an umbrella that the beans could still grow upon. Luckily I have a number of pieces of copper pipe left over from an old flower show exhibit.


Here you can see the collection of pots, the stick-figure and the long section of pipe. Ahhh, now I felt my beans had just what they needed.

This last photo was shot this morning. At the top of the long pipe I spread out some more copper tubing to simulate the spokes of an umbrella. Unfortunately I noticed that the beans are already as high as the gutter of the house and I don't think this is nearly enough of a growing frame for them!

Looks like a trip to Home Depot is on my "to-do" list. I'm going to have to get some more copper fittings and get creative. I think I'll buy a bundle of refrigerator copper tubing and create a larger umbrella structure up top.

Anybody have a better idea? I'm listening but hurry up, at this rate there's going to be a giant climbing down this structure by the end of the week!

Fe-fi-fo-fum,
Melanie

Monday, July 19, 2010

How does your garden grow?

We're back. This time we were in Wisconsin for my cousin Jimmy's wedding. Once again we returned home to the garden having been busy over the last couple of days. The corn is absolutely amazing, as is just about everything else.

I am not a short man. At 6'5" I can easily reach up over eight feet tall, and I can't come close to the top of the corn now. Gabe loved saying "Daddy can't reach" over and over again while we took this picture.

If the corn tastes half as good as it has grown then I'm sure it will be a staple for years to come. If nothing else it has been loads of fun to watch as it grows up.

The tomatoes are starting to trickle in, though I'm sure in another couple weeks the trickle will turn into a steady flow. Just a couple are ready at the moment, but boy do they taste good.

Leave the house for four days and the summer squash gets stupidly huge, which is no good. I like them small an tender, though this one might be good for saving seeds.

The Far North melons are starting to shape up, with this one being the most photogenic. I can't wait for a fresh from the garden melon.

I have no idea how I missed this monster pumpkin. It's about the size of a basketball already and I swear it wasn't there four days ago. Overall the pumpkin vines are being brutalized by vine borers despite my best efforts. Soon I'm going to have to cut the bases of the plants off and depend on the re-rooted sections I buried further down the vine to support the plants.

Last but not least the soy beans have started to form. I can't wait for fresh edamame!

The garden is really turning into an impenetrable jungle. I will do better with the layout of the garden next year as it is getting really hard to navigate.

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