I’ve a busy day (as I did yesterday) so just a quick rundown of the plants that are really thriving in my garden at the moment:
- honeysuckle- it’s blooming and climbing all over the porch!
- lavender- not blooming yet, but after being harshly cut back in early spring (it was getting far too craggy) it’s really taken off.
- coral bells- I wasn’t expecting these to come back this year, but they’re here and they’re blooming.
- phlox- We’ve two white phlox plants in the side yard and again, I wasn’t expecting them to return this year but they’re here and apparently pretty satisfied.
- grape vines- We need to do some cluster thinning.
- bleeding heart- Another thing that I planted last year that I didn’t have the highest hopes for, but they’ve just ended their spring blooming. Lovely to see them.
- sea roses- We have some sea roses on the street by the side of the house and they’re looking amazing and fragrant and making the bees very happy.
- anemone- Not blooming yet, but they really seem to adore something about the light or soil in the front garden. They’re not blooming yet, but they’ve been here for years and they’re spreading, which makes me very happy.
Keeping an eye out for my guard, sea holly, etc.
If you could have a great big field of any plant, what would you choose? Continue reading ““A Field of -…””
We give girls flower names all the time but boys are really rarely named after botanical things- particular botanical things as frilly and fecund as flowers. Even though when you get down to it, flowers have both lady-parts and man-parts.
Not that I’m advocating naming your young boy something like Candytuft. Don’t name a girl Candytuft either. Or Ranunculus.
Candytuft and Ranunculus aside, I think there are profound unplumbed depths in flower names. Especially for boys and especially in English, because I don’t know about where you are, but America is very annoyingly anti-feminine.
Flower names can be both sensitive and strong, so in the interest of equal opportunity naming, here are some of my favorites that I think would suit little boys (and eventually men and granddads) to a tee. Continue reading “Flower Boys”
Weirdly, I’m feeling homesick for the White Mountains. It’s not an autumn thing- we always used to go in late spring, around Dad’s (and, incidentally, Patrick Henry’s) birthday. We haven’t been in years.
In fact, I think the last time we went was in the winter. We’ve been a few times in the winter too. It’s better for skiing and snowshoeing- I used to be a pretty good skier. And the first year we went I think it was around Autumn times. In any event, it was cold enough that I was able to feel my metabolic processes shut down when I jumped into Lonesome Lake like an idiot. I also lived on Hershey bars that trip. Continue reading “Plants of the White Mountains”