Archives for November 2009

A Distribution Challenge

Aug 12 005When I first opened Detroit Garden Works in 1996, my only clients were my landscape clients; they were all so great about supporting my new venture.  Fourteen years later, the shop has clients of its own, many of whom are not aware that I offer a full range of landscape services from design through installation.  This client shopped the store this past spring, and invested in this pair of English lattice work boxes. Rob referred her to me; planting advice and installation comes from the landscape company.  I have a concern that anyone who purchases containers from me gets coached such that their experience with the gardening part of their ownership is a good one. A beautiful pot does not necessarily imply a beautiful planting; I arranged to meet with her.  

Aug 12 002She told me she liked hydrangeas, simple plantings, and white, so we planted her new boxes with limelight hydrangea and lots of variegated licorice; they looked great.  I accompanied the crew on the delivery, as she had several possible placements in mind.  Once placed, I could see her landscape was struggling with what I call a distribution challenge.  Her lakefront home had little flat land upon which to build a house, and a pair of garages necessitating a large drivecourt. What little land she had left over from all this hardscape dropped precipitously on each side.  Properties where the hard surfaces dominate make it tough to design a landscape that can hold its own.

Aug 12 019Uncertain about what to do, she had planted hydrangeas on either side of the front door, and groundcover in the narrow strips of land between the drivecourt and driveway. The house wanted for a more robust green companionship, but had little room to make that happen. 

Oct6aa 003Her love of simple arrangements worked in her favor.  In a very small space, using one plant in big numbers adds impact.  I persuaded her to move the hydrangeas to outside the drivecourt; their eventual height would put them up over the ground floor entrance window near the front door in a not pretty way.  Two beds planted solidly with the tall growing Green Mountain boxwood were punctuated with a pair of Venus dogwood.  This airy growing large flowered dogwood would get some green into the airspace.

Aug 12 009This wall was the first view of the house driving up the street; it needed a strong landscape element that would feature something about that wall other than its sheer size.  The land dropping away at the corner of the house was awkward visually.

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A dry laid L-shaped section of stone added the corner back to the front of the house; the hydrangeas and shorter growing Green Velvet boxwood made a long flat horizontal run, pleasingly counter to the strong vertical element of the house.

Oct6aa 005Five sections of  Belgian fence, a style of espaliered trees, read in sharp green relief against the massive brick wall.  The arborvitae will be pruned flat on both the top and the sides, as they grow in. We can grow both high on this wall. Once the boathouse is finished, we plan to plant a corresponding but free-standing run of arborvitae and Belgian fence on the lot line opposite the wall.  These two plantings will frame the view to the lake, as in allee. 

Oct6aa 008The limelight hydrangeas will grow fast, and billow out around the foundation of the house.  As my client did want some flowers in front, we decided to construct window boxes that would sit at grade.  Flowers at eye level would make them a more prominent part of the landscape.

Oct 28a 002The opportunity and ability to construct garden ornament for a specific place gives me lots of options as a designer I would not otherwise have. These boxes were made specific to a length and height for her windows. These raw steel boxes would be galvanized, and acid washed, producing a virtually maintenance free finish reminiscent of the color of lead.

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We will plant these boxes for the holiday/winter season; this will give a brand new landscape a welcome lift. There are better days to come, for this committed client, and her home.

No Roots

Oct 19b 010Our entire method of sturdily constructing an arrangement for a winter pot is predicated on one concept-you have to create the roots, and the trunk.  I rarely worry about my summer pots going out of kilter.  The roots of the plant secure them to the soil; plants grow upwards, towards the sun.  I do not have that luxury in the winter, and Michigan has more than its fair share of stormy winter weather.  So the mechanics of fastening all the materials  is really important to the longevity and beauty of the piece. Tall skinny pots like these get lots of gravel in the bottom; a large centerpiece can be a big sail in disguise, just waiting for a decent wind to get airborne. We then construct a form in which to secure all the materials-glued up with industrial strength hot melt glue-that sits tight in the container.  A loosely fitting form is just asking for trouble.  If you have ever tried standing up in a pair of ice skates that do not lace up tight over your ankles, you know exactly what I am talking about.

Oct 19bc 004These pots will have lights in the vertical dimension; a steel form provides stability as light strings are heavy.  They also make it possible to cleanly and crisply mimic a geometric form.  As light strings shapes are governed by gravity, a rigid form insures they will be representing the form you choose for them today, next March. 

Oct 19bc 003Winding the lights around a form is time consuming.  It also makes the removal of the lights tedious.  Zip ties make for an easy in and easy off. It’s also easy to spot in the above picture how close we space those zip ties; the closer, the better.  Light string wires have strong kinks and curves when they come out of the package, but droop they will, given time. They do not hold a graceful curve on their own; we are generous with the fasteners. The centerpiece is set through a hole in the center of the form; a stout bamboo stake at the center of the arrangement goes far enough down into the pot to insure it stays vertical.  There is something so wrenching about a listing centerpiece-who needs that in the winter? Oct 19bc 006The fantail willow is set into the form based on a determination of the front elevation.  When pots are placed such that they can be seen from all sides, we work in the round.  As the form will be covered in a skin of lichen mat, the form is shaved into a rounded shape.

Oct 21 003Once the form is covered in the lichen, we add a little icing to our lichen cake-just for the holidays. Gold leaves and a luminous red berry garland-yummy. These elements can be removed after the first of the year, so the pots look good throughout the winter. A client can use the lights in the winter-or not.  The topiary form has a decidedly dressy look to it, with the added attraction of absolutely no maintenance.  It will still look fine come next April, provided the construction is sound.  

Oct 21 001Getting the installation to match in a pair of pots is harder than you think.  I try to work on pairs side by side. Some pairs of pots that demand a very formal arrangement, I make sure that one person does both.  Everyone’s eye and hand is noticeably all their own. My rule of thumb-I work on the second pot, never taking my eyes off the first.

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Day and night-never is that idea more evident than in a winter pot. In high summer here, daylight persists well past 9pm. Very shortly now, it will be dark at 4pm. Day length has everything to do with the onset of flowering in plants.  How I design the winter pots respects this science, in a parallel way.     

Nov 16 024Your winter pots are the best they will ever be, the first day they are done.  Unlike a landscape that fills out, and blossoms with age, there is no growing involved.  They need to be constructed tall, wide, and robust from the beginning. The winter is a season that can handle a little unedited excess, with a dash of over the top sparkly, with aplomb.

Sunday Opinion:What’s Worth Growing On

A dinner party last night at which I was a guest proved to be a very lively affair indeed.  Our host has an indisputable and long standing passion for gardening; it was her idea to invite a few others of like persuasion for the evening. Though her living room is spacious and elegantly proportioned, she sequestered the eight of us in the library for champagne and amuse bouche. This intimately sized room, enclosed by panelled walls lacquered tomato red, is furnished with art, books, and comfortable seating arranged to place us directly in the huddle, as her husband Arnold would say.  It was not long before before the conversation got to simmering.  Two gardening families represented are avid vegetable gardeners.  Though I have no interest in growing food unless for ornamental reasons, I am very interested in the culture and community that revolves around growing, cooking, and sharing food. As my garden gets better in direct relationship to how well I listen,  I listened. This discussion began, naturally, with the seeds.

One gardener is quietly and amiably obsessed, among other things,  with the history of vegetable cultivars. He comes from a family who owned a working farm. That farm today is a historic site, owned, maintained by, and a resource available to, the surrounding community.  He searches for seed of old and rarely grown varieties all over the world. A local grower takes these seeds, and produces small starts ready for planting out the minute the danger of frost has passed. He grows hundred of varieties of tomatoes alone-to astonishing size.  His garden is sited under the high shade of mature oak trees, yet his vegetables prosper and fruit for him.  I would not have thought this possible, but I have seen it. Though he is a business person with great responsibility, he draws intense satisfaction from growing his own food. In concert with his wife, who is equally passionate about design, they have created a landscape all of a piece, integrated on two neighborhood lots.  Every decision was made with both their focused and thoughtful attention to materials, shapes, plants, and spaces.  It is a world specific to their sensibilities.

To their right sat a gardener of equal skill and passion whose Italian heritage figures strongly in how she thinks,  grows, cooks, and entertains. Her grandfather’s grape vines brought from his garden south of Rome thrive in her working garden. Infused with the history of a family life that regularly sat 25 to dinner-an affair that might last four  hours or better, she expertly germinates the seed, plants and cares for her crop-all of which provides the raw materials for her cuisine.  She takes on the work of producing fruits and vegetables for her own cooking in the belief that anything of any importance revolves around the exchange generated from family and friends sharing the dinner table. This is sowing seed of a different sort; insuring the preservation of values she grew up with by passing them on. Though her husband is unlikely to ever take up a gardening spade, he respects her committment, and shares her enthusiasm for good food, wine, and intelligent discourse.  He is as self effacing as he is formidably talented; Buck and I and all others we have not met are lucky to know him. Though she is completely engaging, her ideas about how to grow come from long experimentation and experience; she is sure in her methodology.  She has definite ideas about what constitutes good culture, good food and straight thinking; I admire this in her.  He and I both sat out the discussion of how best to get one’s brussel sprouts to head properly, and how to get an artichoke to fruit despite its need for a very long growing season-as we are best with fork in hand, with appropriate appreciation to follow.

As some of us cook, and all of us eat, we all were able to discuss the regretfully brief season for baby Rome artichokes, the makeup of soil best condusive to successful root crops, the visual merits of various support structures for indeterminate tomatoes,  and so on.  Lest you think this idle talk, I would suggest that enough food, and good food is serious business.  If you have never eaten a home-grown potato, you’ve never eaten a potato, period.  Good sandy soil prep insures one’s roasted beets get ranked in the top ten of culinary experiences.From Lauren and Tom, I understand that the restored property at Monticello are as much about the history of the ingenuity of American farming as they are about the history of the Presidency, judging from last night’s exchange of views. The upshot of the library discussion-gardens are germane to life. 

Dinner for eight was served in the breakfast room; an alternate top for the table made ample room for the lot of us.  The first course- soup au Pistou.  This Provencal favorite is made with summer vegetables and vermicelli.  The pistou, or paste of garlic, fresh basil and olive oil, was served cold, and on the side, in the traditional manner. A dollop of pistou in the soup, followed by a generous dusting of grated fresh parmesan cheese-we ate.  If you are skeptical that I would have any knowledge of such soup, you are entirely correct.  I learned about the origin, history and preparation of this meal at the table.  The soup course was followed by a steaming platter of baked beef bones. My understanding is that the recipe came originally from Michael Fields; his intent was to provide a meal from the bones and meat fragments left over from the beef roast that had been served on some previous occasion. We all dispensed with our knives and forks; there was no other way to eat them.  As I was quickly and completely absorbed in the task at hand, I was not paying much attention to the discussion of the process. Bones, vinegar, and crumbs of some sort in rich concert, baked in an oven with slow, consistent and even heat-to a delicious end. The tart pink grapefruit sections which followed prepared us for a light lemon souffle, dressed with fresh strawberries. 

At a certain point the conversation shifted away from providing good conditions for growing, harvesting and cooking, to garden making of a metaphorical sort. Under what conditions will our greater plot be healthy, and grow?  How will we survive our stormy weather?  What is important to plant?  To whom do we entrust the vital work of maintaining and protecting the landscape?  Informed and educated exchange from diverse backgrounds like this,  properly composted, grows plenty of good food for thought. We are members of a group-Janet, Arnold, Lauren, Eddie, Buck, Tom, Jane and I-and we represented in a spirited way last night.   The most important seed sown at dinner to my mind?  Tom, quoting Frank Morgan, the Chaplain of the US Senate in 1947.  “Give us the clear vision that we may know where to stand, and what to stand for, because unless we stand for something, we shall fall for anything.”.  I held my breath, hearing this.  Waking up in the middle of the night, I knew instantly-this is a seed well worth growing on.

At A Glance:Casting Shadows

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