Giardini in Fiera

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A visit to my local farmer’s market reminded me of Rob’s trip to a garden fair in San Casciano in Val di Pesa some years ago.  He happened to be in Italy shopping for terra cotta, and saw an announcement for the Giardini in Fiera.  Literally translated “garden in flower”, he was intrigued.  He took the morning and travelled south of Florence to the fair. 

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He was not disappointed. Much like our market, there was a little of everything to see, and buy.  Roses, shrubs, waterlilies, grape vines, fruit trees, evergreen topiaries and the like.  Not fancy –  festive.  Just people who grow plants exhibiting for people who garden and grow good fruit to eat.     

Europe 2006_09 045Fruit trees, fruiting shrubs and grape vines were represented in lots of varieties. We plan to offer fruiting trees, shrubs and grapevines at the store this coming spring, as Rob’s memory of this fair is a strong and good one.  My favorite-the fruit cocktail trees, with 5 varieties of apples or pears, grafted onto a single rootstock.  The idea of this appeals to my idea of gardening fun and festivity.  I would have loved trees like this as a child, and I still do. 

Europe 2006_09 021This display of different varieties of figs-more fun.  How better to choose a fig tree than to have the fruit in front of you to hold, smell, and see?  I do have a client of Italian descent growing fig trees; her love of gardening, growing food and cooking she inherited from her grandfather.  One of his grapevines now grows in her garden.   She is willing to bury her fig trees in compost for the winter-this tells you how much she wants them.  How I envy the Italian climate such that they can grow figs, lemons and limes.  

Europe 2006_09 031The little of this and some of that quality of this fair is engaging and charming.  This is my favorite time of year for my own farmer’s market.  The produce and fruit is as beautiful to look at, as it is to eat.  The bunches of cut flowers, grass bouquet’s,  the evidence of the summer harvest, speaks to much about why I garden.  Making something grow is just plain satisfying.

Europe 2006_09 020The apples and pears have the spots, dings and scars that come with naturally grown fruit. Years ago I owned five acres that came with 20 fruit trees. I would pick the fruit warm from the sun and eat right then and there-around the spots if need be.  This is a version of fine dining that I like.  

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Would it not be great fun to load up a few potted Italian cypress from the fair for your garden? I want things that I cannot have as much as the next person.  For years I nurtured to magnolia grandiflora trees in pots, and garaged them for the winter.  Eventually I had to give them up; they grew too big to handle. My magnolias blooming outside in Michigan in June-what romance, while it lasted.

Europe 2006_09 019I am able to buy and eat food that cannot be grown where I live. I am glad I do not have to do without figs, lemons and mangoes.  But Rob’s pictures make me wish I had been there.

Europe 2006_09 033This is my favorite display-sagina subulata grown in fruit boxes. What a gorgeous look. This I could easily do. I might even like to just grow it in boxes.  What would never occur to me to do-display the spacing layout on the ground.  The sign says one box will get you three square meters of Sagina; if you don’t believe it, look here.  

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This basket of fruit looks delicious, yes.

Fending Off Fall

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By the end of June,  the promise of summer is in the air. Flowers I planted June first are taking hold, and growing. But this summer’s promise came with strings attached; night temperatures hovered in the fifties.  Our first night over 60 degrees would not come until mid-July. Though small the end of June, the window boxes still had that going forward fresh look.

July2 010No matter what you fancy in your garden, nothing in it ever stands still.  A garden actively grows, or actively sulks, or goes down.  Some days I wish I could shift into neutral and coast, but I know better. I also know that as much as I would want to devote a chunk of time to nurturing all my plants, every day, that rarely happens.  I have a demanding work life; moving that along every day takes priority.  I hedge my bets some with plants that seem to handle the hit and miss nature of my care.  Petunias thrive on this treatment; this is one plant that the more I fuss with them, the more they resent it.  A trim once in a while is enough.  Angelonia does not like cold weather, but it’s not a prima donna either.  Once the hot weather comes, they come on strong. 

July2 001Blue salvia is puny early on; it is a late season annual.  In a good year, they handle cooling fall temperatures with aplomb.  I knew I would have these late.  Planting the blue star-flowered laurentia was risky.  Not only am I not so familiar with its habit, it has that look of an early season annual destined to peter out. This I cannot really explain, except to say some plants just look like they won’t do.  The heliotrope was stuck in first gear; this plant likes hot weather.  But for the moment, the lime nicotiana alata has my attention; the weather was instrumental in making it look perfectly happy. Every year, the weather is perfect for something;  I thus follow the National Weather Service three month predictions with a lot of interest in late winter. Occasionally that helps.  

Aug1 013By August first, we were getting an 80 degree day once in a while.  You can see the effect on the licorice and heliotrope; too little heat, too late. The flowering on the laurentia is slowing down, as I thought it would.  Though the flowering is so- so, the plants are growing fine.  The overall shape and the interaction of the group is the success of the box.  Cool and dry made for unusually few bugs and no disease .

sept11b 042By early September, my balanced box has gone too tall-bad maintenance on my part.  Trimming plants back keeps them stocky, and encourages them to reflower.  However, this height is a great look from the street; the flowers are visible over the boxwood. 

sept12b 008As I predicted, the laurentia bloomed out, and needs replacing.  By September 15, our weather is in transition.  I expect night temperatures in the high forties this week yet.  However, I am not willing to rip the boxes yet; I hold on to my summer season as long as I can.   We are having our warmest daytime temperatures of the season.  As there are plenty of plants that thrive in cool night temperatures, I will replace as needed. 

Sept 15a 004A good haircut and deadheading came first; late is better than never. As long as the warm weather holds, the coleus will respond quickly to the trim. There is no reason to give up what you have looked after all season.  There is every good reason to keep what is good, and replace what isn’t.

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This looks better. I have unhooked all if the tall plants from their stakes; I like the loose, almost overgrown look for late summer.  The laurentia has been replaced with a lavender pansy mix and a pair of frilly white kale.  In another two weeks, we’ll have a different look going on here.

The Time To Get Started

2000-2001 186Just yesterday I was telling new clients for whom I had just finished a landscape master plan –  pick one small part of your plan and install it. I told them if they got started, and kept at it, a very large piece of work would get done in no time. I did not realize how truly fast the years can go by, until I ran across these pictures of my own yard from 2000.  After I moved in my house, I mulched some beds and grassed over others, until I could get to the work.  I had just finished the stone wall and stairs; in 2000, my entire landscape effort was put to those walls.  It would be years later before I would be able to do the limestone caps.

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In the past nine years, I have redone the driveway, and planted my driveway landscape.  The iron pots original to the house are now in front of the house. A low stone wall has replaced the driveway curb.  But best of all, everything has grown.

Aug 28c 722These antique French cast iron dogs guard the drive.  The day of installation, my Hicks yews were 36″-42″ tall.  Today they are almost nine feet tall.  The dwarf picea mucrunulatum behind the dogs have more than doubled in height and width. In lieu of muddy lawn, I have sweet woodriff and hellebores.  No doubt my gardening life has gotten better over the past decade.

sept14 011The parrotias, yews, picea, and magnolias screen my house from the street; I have a private home life in an urban neighborhood where the properties are small.   The concrete pedestals built for the dogs have aged, and moss is growing on the walls.   

2000-2001 195When I was at this stage of the landscape renovation, the thought of a decade of construction and growing never occurred to me.  It just would take as long as it would take. The beginning of a project has its charms-the planning, the fussing, and the rethinking. The time has gone by incredibly fast; these low-tech time lapse photographs dramatically detail how much change there has been. 

sept14 027That stone staircase no longer looks so lonely and disassociated from the ground around it.  The limestone caps got made for the walls.  There is a woodland garden to go with the rustic staircase.

Aug 28d 854I had forgotten the red and green trim that came with the house.  The octagonal wood deck would get a stone skirt, and a narrow Romeo and Juliet balcony would be installed above the garage doors. The wood rails would be replaced with iron. My folly would be installed above the back porch.  

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Though this is my driveway, and entrance to my garage, it feels like a garden terrace, fringed with lots of plantings.  The trim has been repainted “turtle green”-probably as much for its name, as its color. 

Aug 28d 855I am so glad to have these old pictures. I had forgotten how awful that deck and stairs looked.  Without tearing the entire thing out and starting over, I do think the look of it is greatly improved.  No landscape existed per se-I had a collection of plants. I am sure the previous owners liked each plant individually, but there was no thought put to their relationships to each other.  My landscape is much more simple, and easy for me to maintain.

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I am wondering what it will look like at the end of the next decade. This I look forward to with great anticipation-what I might dream up next.

Sunday Opinion: The Power of Observation

I have great admiration for the skills of others.  The degree of my admiration increases exponentially if the skill in question is beyond my ability.  I marvel at the fact that Buck cooks, restores vintage motorcycles, and fixes all manner of broken things.  He can take an idea for a stadium, a bridge or an obelisk, and produce drawings one could build from. He has incredible patience with me, when I design, though he has no patience for those who would design things that cannot be built-including me. He builds models with wood 1/32 of an inch thick; he will spot any detail not accounted for. He is very skilled at that human activity known as “determining the order of events”. Should I ever be so lucky in my lifetime to acquire 100 skills, none of the aforementioned will be on that list.  Perhaps even more fortunate is that I do not need to be skilled at everything.  Presumably this is why we have partnerships, organizations, companies, teams, universities, hospitals, communities and Google. Groups of people lend their particular skills to  a problem, or issue, or effort. 

Though my skills are very different than Buck’s, there is something our respective skills share. We apply our ability to observe to whatever might interest us.  I do subscribe to the notion that people learn skills based on their interests. And that most people come with  the power of observation, standard. However, the fact that I am able to spot a plant that needs water from a block away does not fund an ability to observe that one of my tires is low, or that my socks that don’t match.  Socks that don’t match come under the heading of harmless eccentricity, but a tire gone flat miles from home is a nuisance.  A college age employee I had working at the store this summer would routinely leave power tools outside on rainy nights, and walk past plant tags dropped in the driveway until he was asked to pick them up.  Being asked to pick this up did not extend to picking up that, unasked. He had to have walked by a fountain he was filling gone to overflowing at least 10 times before he went home one day.  The next morning I spotted from 150 feet away the glimmering surface of the lake that had been created at the rear of my property; I was not amused.  I was never able to teach him to be more observant, as he had no interest in what was there to observe. 

However, my gardening clients both from the store, and the landscape business, are very committed to their landscapes and gardens; were it otherwise, I doubt I would know them.   I field lots of questions, many of which have to do with plant culture.  What is wrong with my lindens, my petunias, my roses?  Though I am by no means an expert diagnostician in regards to plant problems, I am able to observe the symptoms, should I have a mind to.  There are the little things.  “You know my method.  It is founded upon the observation of trifles”; this from Sherlock Holmes to Doctor Watson.  If the inner leaves on your lindens are going brown and dropping, look up premature leaf drop in your source of choice.  Sources can’t see, but they can help you interpret what you see. You’ll read that when trees are stressed from lack of water, they will shed interior leaves in order to conserve moisture for new leaves. A drought stricken tree will shed all of its leaves to preserve moisture in the branches. Most trees can endure shedding all of their leaves out of season a number of times, before they die.  If the dining table under your lindens is coated in a sticky residue, look up into the tree.  Then research sticky residue on tree leaves-or some other more succinct and apt phrase.  If there is something crawling on your plants (be sure you are looking with glasses adequate to the task of observing very small things),  then looking up tiny spiders on my dahlias might get you an answer. 

There are those issues which are too big to see.  I have a row of trees at home; the three closest to a giant maple are several feet shorter than the others.  I didn’t figure out the cause until I stopped looking at the three, and concentrated on the appearance of the whole row. Those furthest from the thirsty roots of the big maples were doing fine.  I successfully located a leak in my reflecting pool once I saw the herniaria surrounding it had one distinctively off color yellow patch of an equally distinct size.  I did not see this, until I had emptied all 1500 gallons of water from it, and searched the pool joints with a magnifying glass. A linden at my store has a trunk which I notice has gone from round to flat-what does this mean?  A plant with yellowing shriveling leaves might just as easily be too dry as too wet; put a finger in the soil-what does that tell you?  Your plants can’t tell you where it hurts; you have to look; when you are sure you have seen, then interpret.

Every gardener understands that it is infinitely easier and better for the health of a plant to squish a few bugs than battle an infestation. A hose trickling water on a newly planted tree is a small thoughtful gesture; bringing back that tree from the dead, not likely.  I have nothing remotely resembling the power of life and death, but I do have a keen ability to observe. I keep that in good shape with frequent use, and practice.

I asked Buck to do some drawings for me for two fire bowls I designed, sold to clients, obtained deposits, and contracted for.  However, I did not observe the manufacturers drawing properly.  It has a manual ignition, underneath, and on the side of the bowl.  As my design calls for the firebowl to be dropped into a round stone column, tall enough and wide enough to sit on-just like a rimmed sink in a countertop, how will my clients fire the thing up?  Buck gently pointed out I had buried the manual ignition in a stone wall. Would they not prefer a remote ignition system? My order of events is out of order.  The time to see this detail is before the client decides you have a good thing in mind for them, and posts a deposit.  Hear me sighing?  Though I am a designer with a strong visual bent, I too forget to observe what I should.  This is a skill that needs frequent practice to keep sharp. It is also a skill that will save you time money and grief, keeping that beloved garden of yours looking good.