One of my neighbors was laughing at me yesterday. He drove down the street saw me outside with my hands on my hips staring at my giant pile of frozen woodchips. (Yes I know, like I was mentally willing them to thaw and lay themselves down.)
I was also staring with a scowl on my face because when you are piling woodchips, you can aim when they are being dumped, but they also just slide. This year they swallowed up my Kerria Japonica. Sadly, while a super tough shrub, I do not know if it will survive. I think I have to source another.
I have also been going over the Go Native Tree price list again. I am a believer in reforesting the woods and I want to plant hickories and American Chestnut too. I found out they won’t have American Chestnuts ready until at least the fall of 2019. But I am going to go ahead and buy 2 Shagbark Hickory seedlings and 2 Black Haw Viburnum.
RareFind Nursery will help with with my quest for Kerria Japonica. And I am also getting a Camellia japonica ‘Hokkaido Red’, Rhododendron ‘Mountain Marriage’ , (Witch hazel) Hamamelis ‘Beholden’ and (Witch hazel) Hamamelis x intermedia ‘Rochester’. All of these I think are for the back. Edge of woods or thereabouts. Jenny Rose Carey got me interested again in witch hazel and Catherine Renzi of Yellow Springs Farm is the first person who introduced me to them years ago. And Catherine will laugh at me, but I had forgotten I had planted some other witch hazels until I rediscovered them this summer on the edge of the woods. (Yes that happens when you have a plant habit!)
Now the Audrey Hepburn quote. She was a gardener. Years ago I had these VHS tapes called Gardens of the World With Audrey Hepburn. They got lost in a move. I wish I could find online or in a new DVD set. Only used sets are out there and they are outrageous in price for a used DVD set that may or may not work.
Anyway, I continue to wander around outside check on things. It’s what gardeners do in the winter. I also stop and listen to my birds. Some days they are very chatty. I noticed recently a mockingbird and today I saw the little bluebirds. And above, hawks circled calling to one and other. The cycle of life in the woods.
Out front I am mentally rearranging some plants. Like the shorter version of Joe Pye weed. Eupatorium dubium does not keep itself to 2-3 feet tall and in a front bed it is taking up too much real estate. So come spring I will dig it up, move it, and plant a new bare root David Austin rose.
Some of my roses have struggled because the damp wet summer bought borers. I lost one in the fall. I have two bare root David Austins coming – Benjamin Britten and England’s Rose.
How else do I get through the winter as a gardener? Reading. I subscribe to Gardeners World and Fine Gardening. I also have a gardening book problem. Like cookbooks, I love them. A lot of what I love is kind of out of print.
I have written many times of my appreciation of the late Suzy Bales, whom I wrote about a few times and most recently in 2016. There were a couple of her books I wanted but did not have. One of which was titled Gifts from Your Garden published in 1992, and before I get to that, there is a lovely archive of other articles she wrote on the Huffington Post website.
So Gifts from Your Garden arrived the other day. In her acknowledgements for this particular book she thanks Ken Druse. I never knew that connection and he is an author, gardener, podcast master whom I like and follow. As a matter of fact, his book The New Shade Garden is also on my winter reading list. She introduced this book in the following manner:
“For a time, I was a closet gardener. Friends would call to invite me to play tennis, swim, or come for lunch. In the beginning, I tried to tell the truth. ” I’d love to, but I have some things I planned to do in my garden.” They felt gardening was a chore, and it was all but impossible to make them understand that I really loved gardening.”
I totally, completely, 100% understand that sentiment. I know many people out there who think I am completely bonkers.
Now my husband thinks I am bonkers when it comes to my little bits of garden art. Or my concrete zoo as he likes to call it. Oh the face when I purchased Chubby Checker from Brandywine View Antiques. Ok first of all, the squirrel was quite reasonably priced, and second of all WE HAVE LOTS OF SQUIRRELS some of which are quite rotund so this made me giggle.
So yes, that is what I do. I wander around the garden mentally placing new plants where I think they will go and rearranging in my head where existing plants should be moved to. And I will twitch about it until spring arrives and my shovels can hit the dirt once again. And I find garden accents…well let’s be honest, I do that all year round but I am picky. I do not add just anything.
I am also mentally planning out my pots and I am thinking of switching more to of the resin variety which are not as unattractive as they used to be if you buy the ones that are supposed to look like stone. I am getting tired of hauling pots in and out every year.
I also have to start my seeds. I start them in a highly scientific manner. No not really, just on my dining room table. Tomatoes and hatch chilies. That’s it. I am not a truck farmer and don’t have much veggie room so they grow in pots and grow bags and move around following the light. Well I have to, we are half in the woods, after all.
Gardening books are so much fun especially in winter. Locally, places like Baldwin’s Book Barn have a marvelous selection. Balwin’s could use our support right now as they were recently burglarized which offends me on so many levels. How do you steal from people who are so nice? How do you steal from a place that is an institution locally?
Gardening I think is one of the best things you can do for yourself. That connection to the earth, and the creative process of creating your garden. As in YOU create it, not a landscaping service. Put the time and work into a garden, and it will reward you every day of the year.
I look at my garden and wonder if in the future if someone will appreciate my handiwork. Will they love my garden as I do now? Will they care about what I planted? Will they keep up with what I have done? I hope so. My garden gives me so much joy.
The last word is my pussywillows are starting to bloom already.
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