Sunday Opinion: Effort

I have been on the business end of a hose recently for what seems like a lifetime.  A lifetime?  Not really.  The extremely hot weather Mother Nature has thrown my way simply means I have had to make an effort.  Certainly an extra effort.  Anyone who gardens knows that preparing soil for new roses requires great effort.  Cooking compost requires great effort.  Planting a hedge of yews, or a rose garden, takes effort.  Any garden, on the best day of its year, that looks effortless, but is anything but.  Making the effort is what makes a charming garden stellar.  A thoughtful landscape remarkable.  A simple gesture, fueled with great effort, can be extraordinary. 

 Anyone who gardens knows that the work of a garden is never done.  That work can consume every ounce of effort you have available, and then some.  Once you catch your breath, some other surely labor intensive project beckons.  All that is required is your committment.  Committment is a fancy word for effort-I will translate.  Significant effort is what makes for a great garden.  The best effort?  The best garden.  Effort that makes your hands and back hurt-I am sure you are familiar with it.   Anyone driven to plant a perennial border of note, or a landscape that enchants, has already come to terms with, and signed up for, considerable effort.   That activity driven by effort makes you sweat all over.

  I would call landscape and garden design the anticipation of a great effort.

The impulse to devote great effort implies, and results in the the laying out of the beds, the edging, the planting of the beds, the watering, the maintenance.  For established gardens in my zone, effort this minute is all about supplying adequate water.  Every week, every day, there is something in my garden that asks for my effort.

Effort fuels the impulse to move things around. The energy to make changes. Once I commit my effort, I sort out and think through all of the options.  No idea can stand on the strength of a thought.  A great idea is no idea, unless there is a mechanism for expression. 

All of my efforts, given this extraordinary heat, are directed towards keeping everything alive.  I am watering the roses, the trees, the containers-suffice it to say that I am watering.  On any given day, the best of my efforts may be directed in response to a specific challenge.  On other and more quiet days, my effort might make for a design that might mean something.

My advice?  Make the effort.  You will be amazed, at the end of a gardening day, how good that effort feels.  

 

Monday Opinion: Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day falls in early May, just as the garden and their gardeners are waking up and working hard bringing on the new season.  Like tens upon thousands of countless other kids, I was brought up, nurtured, and loved by a very special Mom.  By this I mean a parent whose unconditional love helped me to be.  A Mom who read to me, taught me, showed me how to plant my first seeds and helped me weather no end of  storms. A Mom who forgave me my shortcomings.  A Mom who encouraged me to be independent.  She made sure that I not only drank my milk, but that I knew where it came from.  May 1 was the 10th anniversary of her death-I still miss her.

Though I wrote about this is a past Mother’s Day post, I am writing about it again.  In 2004, a client, whose wife and mother of his children was suffering from an incurable illness, called.  Could I possibly make a visit on Mother’s Day?  He wanted me to talk to her about what changes and what annuals would go in the garden that year.  He asked if I could plant their project first, as he felt the time she had left was running short.   I drove those many miles out to Oakland Township to meet with them.  They made the rounds of the gardens with me.  Her concern for her husband, her four children, and her garden was evident.  I could see that no matter her illness, she wanted to discuss the future of the garden.  Though that walk was difficult for her, the responsibility she felt towards those she had always nurtured seemed as robust as ever.  Funny how one’s own troubles have a habit of fading away, when there is another in need of help.  She was a Mom I hold in great regard, and I will never forget that particular Mother’s Day.    

I write about this again, as this Mother’s Day, he came by.  He was on his way to a Mother’s Day brunch with his wife’s mother. He tells me that though it is hard to be both and Mom and a Dad, all of his kids are doing well.  He wanted to be sure his garden was on my list of places to plant for the summer.  Did the garden need anything?  That I still look after their garden was a Mother’s Day moment for me.  I can’t help but think it was no accident that he came by yesterday.

There are other women who have provided me with great inspiration and encouragement.  Mien Ruys and Xa Tollemache.   Kathryn Gustafson, Beatrix Farrand, Andrea Cochran, Ursula Buchan, Marella Agnelli, and Claude LaLanne.  A real list would be miles longer than this, and would certainly include Eleanor Roosevelt.  A thorough list would include some nurturers of the male variety- Dick Beier, Fletcher Steele, Geoffrey Bellicoe, Jacques Wirtz and Fernando Caruncho.  The most comprehensive list has lots and lots of names.  I like the Mother’s Day holiday.  It is a chance to honor those who have been nurturing, and a reminder to nurture anyone and anything that means something to me.            

 

Monday Opinion: Depth

From Roy H Williams:  “According to String Theory, what appears to be empty space is actually a tumultuous ocean of strings vibrating at the precise frequencies that creates the four dimensions you and I call height, width, depth, and time.”  I know, it takes time for a sentence like this to sink in.  Should you truly be interested in string theory, I can say that Steven Hawkings has more than a passing interest in it-check it out on Wikipedia, and read on. I have a much less scientific interest in this theory.  I have more of an interest in depth as a key element of good design.

 Landscape design is much about numbers and measurements.  The height of a pergola and the width of a sidewalk, the turning radiuses of UPS trucks, the angle of the sun in the fall,  grades, fall, drainage schemes, the angle of repose, ppms of fertilizer, the plants needed per square foot, the face feet of stone required, the longevity of certain species of trees, the composition of soil, proper planting practices, and scale drawings-the accumulation of knowledge of these things begins to make for a design judgment with depth.  The more “strings” I can become familiar with means I am one step closer to a “tumultuous ocean of strings”.  I am thousands of strings short of a Kathryn Gustafson or a Beatrix Farrand, but I have accumulated a few strings along the way.    I doubt I will ever understand the scientific meaning of strings, but I can understand how many different threads woven together can create something new altogether.  Given a little poetic license, imagine how a great landscape that is a tumultuous ocean of strings might go on to makes an utterly memorable and emotionally charged four dimensional sculpture.  Sensational-yes.

The depth of the ocean is not really so much different an idea than the depth of a person’s knowledge.  Though it is so easy to look up the cultural requirements of hellebores, possessing depth on the subject means growing them, over and over again, in lots of different environments.  Should you wish to grow gorgeous hellebores, put your hands in the dirt.  Or find someone whose hands will gather that knowledge for you.  Given this, my most trusted source on the subject of choosing perennials for a particular place is a grower who has grown many hundreds of thousands of plants in his career-both at work, and at home.  His depth is vastly greater than mine.  Once I have heard his string, I may accept it, or move on. 

There are those times when making a right choice about which plants to use is not the best choice.  Some out of the ordinary plantings are worth taking a chance on.  This means that the string which is about the scientific choice is reverberating with a string of another sort.  It might be a visual string, or a string about memory, or a string about geometric relationships.  This may sound like loads of gobbledegook, but the chance that it may resonate is just as great.  The depth of any gardener’s life, knowledge as aspiration, makes for quite a stew.  The same is true for garden designers.  If you are a gardener looking for a designer, see how many strings they have to put to your project. See if your strings will harmonize with theirs.  

I have posted, and have more posts to come, involving schematic plans.  I rather dislike landscape plans with too much detail in the beginning.  It is a rare project that takes me more than 8 hours to conceptualize.  How so?  Clients have every right to expect that I have depth in design and horticulture.  That I am educated, and keep up with what is new.  The depth of my understanding of their needs and requirements for the landscape-they need to assess that on their own.  But they can expect that I have experience.  That I will know what visual and horticultural relationships work.  And all of those numbers-I know them.  I provide an overall idea in a conceptual plan,  given how I hear all the strings resonating in concert.   A client, should I manage to interest them, responds by stringing up an instrument all of their own.  All of the details come from their strings.  They need a kitchen garden here, and not there.  They like this stone-not that.  A place to plant with their kids-where will that be?  A place to entertain family.  A memory of a certain tree, or a certain garden.  An idea of what beautiful looks like.  It is the relationship forged over these details that makes for that tumultuous ocean of strings.  Not everyone knows how to create or facilitate that, but everyone knows what it sounds like. 

Listen to see if that idea for your garden rings true.  Is there a depth of strings reverberating?  Any move in a landscape or garden that is more about a look than a life that has depth will sound like a spoon hitting a tin can. You’ll know when you need to invite a few more strings to the concert.   

 

The Thousanth Post

Everyone who commented on the occasion of my thousanth post-I appreciate all of you.  My very sincere thanks that you read what I write.  The people who read help me to fuel up; every regular reader provides to me the energy that encourages me to write tomorrow.  It is as simple as that.  My point, perhaps not so clearly expressed, is that my writing is one part teaching, one part sharing,  one part communication-and one part hello-so nice to meet you.  It is my opinion that any writing asks for, or implies an audience.  There is a writer, and a reader.  That relationship is what makes my discussion about the garden go round.  That people read what I write is very important to me.  A treasure-truly.  Gretchen emailed me today-I was so happy to hear from her.  I did worry that her meeting me in person might have been a disappointment.  Her email tonight made me very happy.

    Hi Deborah,

I feel quite honored to be part of such a milestone and yet, I should be the one thanking you!  I’ve been thinking about what you said about it being a little unsettling that strangers know so much about you through your blog. And I’m sure it is. But from my perspective,  what you do is a generous, selfless act of sharing your knowledge and creativity so that people like me can learn and create.  And you continued that sharing by being so gracious with your time on Tuesday.   I can’t stop thinking about how magical our visit was and how thankful I am that I got the chance to meet you, Rob and your staff and experience your creativity for myself.  

So, many thanks to you, Deborah!  Gretchen   

Dear Gretchen, your email today email meant the world to me.   I am so pleased to have met you, and I plan to stay in touch.  My thousanth post meant something very special to me-thanks to you.  All my best, your gardening friend,  Deborah