Yet another November slap to the face, 16 inches of rain capped by two nights in the upper teens. The Fuchsias and Salvias were still in blossom and the mild wet autumn had seduced a second round of succulent new growth from all inhabitants. On the third morning, the temperatures rose above freezing, the garden began to thaw and he chased a handful of Prozac with a shooter of Southern Comfort while wending through an unrecognizable landscape. Sincerely furious at this event, which is, incidentally, blamed on the Canadians as well as the Alaskans for electing a Republican governor, he has up until now boasted of this climate, claiming it one of the most munificent horticultural alchemies to exist anywhere. Once again, however, the cold truth is confronted. Forty eight hours out of an entire year has dictated what can and cannot be successfully cultivated. Now, a buggered plant collection will be starring him in the face for the next three months. And just for the record, he will never plant Echium fastuosum again. Ever. [Read more…]
Archives for 2010
It is quite predictable in the PNW, that after a brief rain event in late August, the sun will reappear in an air that has changed its cloak to that of autumn. Never mind that we actually did not have much of a summer here at all, bathed in a dense marine layer of fog for most of July and August. Yet even in its darkness and coolness, it was within the dress of summer which we lived. Modestly, as anticipated, she slipped into her autumn wardrobe this week as a gentle yet persistent rain fell for two days. [Read more…]
The spring of 2010 has become embarrassment of riches, indeed to a point that to write of them collectively seems vulgarly vainglorious. The other option is to not write of them at all, itself pregnant with hubris.
At this precise moment, a glinty, white and blue United 747 is sliding to its gate in Sydney, Australia, come to take me home. If I cannot bring you up to present since my last posting, before I am confronted by a garden abandoned during a month in April, mobbed by two ancient and endearing dogs whom I have shunned for too many days of their lives, stacks of correspondence and responsibilities, then it is probably not going to happen. [Read more…]