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I’ve never found the space, or more correctly, the context, for small stuff in my garden.
I’d much prefer to be swallowed up in plants, than tiptoe over a carpet of them.
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I can’t decide if it’s just a matter of association, but I love the look of bulbs. I’m not talking about the flowers (though I love those too), I’m talking about the bulbs themselves. I love the feel of them. The weight of them. The texture of them.
Many thanks to GardenDrum, which inadvertently answered a lurking plant identification problem I had.
It’s curious, in this day and age of information accessibility, how hard it can be to identify unknown plants. If you don’t have someone to ask, there’s nowhere else to turn. One day we’ll have the horticultural equivalent of Shazam (where your phone can listen to, and identify a song), but meanwhile….
There’s two particular questions that I’m always dealing with when designing a garden, or evaluating an existing one. I’ve been dealing with them for years, though they’ve only recently emerged from the subconscious, being forced into conscious articulation by a recent talk. Writing and speaking are great ways to force you to express something that would otherwise feel, and remain, intuitive.
My nose tells me that there must be a genetic link between flower colour and flower scent, but it’s not something written about at all in the garden literature. Maybe I’d find something in the literature pertaining to breeding for the florist industry, but I don’t know where to look.
This time last year we had a great long discussion (possibly the longest in the history of The Gardenist) about companion planting for colchicums (check it out here). The point was that they can look at bit lonely on their own – all dressed up and no one to go with…
So I declare, straight up, that PGA (Plant Growers Australia) occasionally gives me plants to try out. They’ve never asked me to write about them, and I’ve never offered to, let alone promised to.
This post was published on the excellent on-line mag The Planthunter a couple of days ago (hence a few pics that regular readers of this blog will remember from earlier posts). There’s no other publication like The Planthunter. Take a look, and read this there…or here….or both.
Yet another shake-up. Will I ever be left alone to dwell in a chubby, buffered comfort zone? I’d barely regained my balance after being knocked for six in the gardens of the Marlborough region of NZ.
I’m currently re-listening to an audiobook of a very light-weight novel about a late-teen in the mid 1950’s who’s family owns a massive house dating back to Medieval times, with a huge extension by Inigo Jones.