Food. Water. Shelter.

I will make no bones about it.  Sourcing great annual planting was excellent May 10th of this year-it has become tougher every day that has gone by.  I like planting a fresh crop, the rooting and top growth perfect for transplant-I like all those conditions than almost never come to be.  We had an inordinately warm spring.  Plants under glass-multiply that warm by 10. This means annual plants growing in excess of 100mph; seizing that brief moment was the big idea of the annual planting season. Unfortunately I cannot plant 77 projects in a week.  So much for carpe diem.  There is more time involved in planting my clients up than either of us like.  You no doubt are getting tired of reading about it-but this blog is about what I do, and when I do it-so bear with me. A too hot early season has meant a lot of shopping on my part. I plant good material-nothing less, nothing questionable.  My June plantings-not so much great plant material is available. A client suggested I visit Deneweths.  As I had never been there, I was intrigued. I showed up at their door last Sunday at 9 am.  

Wow does not begin to describe what I saw.  As their greenhouses are located across the street from a residential neighborhood, my guess is that this huge growing range and giant retail greenhouse has been here a good many years.  I would guess a family owed and operated business.  Though I was a first time visitor, I had no problem getting oriented.  They make much of written signage and suggestion.  I was just about the first person there-having this giant place virtually to myself-I felt like I was on holiday.  My first glimpse-breathtaking. 

For better or for worse, I scrutinize what I see. That is much about what my clients pay me for; if I cannot tell the difference between a well grown plant, and a poor one, if I cannot tell the difference between a good move and a poor one-why would they have me?  This football field and more under glass had beautiful, fresh, compact and healthy plants and baskets-from sea to shining sea. Note the date-not May 10-this was June 13.  I was impressed, and excited.  

I have never seen hanging baskets of million bells of this caliber.  I am somewhat envious-I have a tough time getting them to grow.  They abhor alkaline soil-even limey water can make them sicken, yellow, and die.  Everywhere to be seen, perfectly grown million bells baskets in mouth watering color combinations-I was enchanted. 

Growing plants under glass for a specific market and specific time frame-I do not have the nerve for it. It would surely kill me-the worry.  Annual plants are a highly perishable crop.  The work to produce them-enormous.  The price of each 4″ pot, flat, or basket-not so much.  The sure hand here-astonishing.  Annual plants need germinating, transplanting from cutting plugs, the right food-the right water.  And that shelter from that storm that might accurately be described as a Michigan spring.  Every flat and 4 inch pot-perfect for transplant.  I was incredibly impressed. 

Every place I looked, every plant was healthy, happy-and asking for a home.  Had I brought a semi truck, I would have stuffed it full. Having had my fill of overgrown, anemic and questionable plants, I was enchanted to visit a place that understood clearly what it takes to grow beautiful plants, and steadfastly brought their weight to bear- keeping beautiful plants available every day, routinely, to anyone who had occasion to visit.  Five weeks in aun unseasonably warm spring-a lifetime, if you are an annual grower. 

Spacing is an important issue with annual growing.  Every grower wants any given bench to host as many plants as possible, but plants placed placed too close together suffer.  No air.  No room to grow.  Next up-those slimy rotting leaves, and fungus.  The spacing here-excellent for the plants. There is no doubt in my mind that the person who owns and runs this greenhouse has a big love for plants-first and foremost.  

This petunia-I have never seen it before.  I could not take my eyes off of it. Seeing this petunia in prduction and for sale tells me that Deneweth’s makes it their business to attend plant trials, look at new varieties-and grow what they think looks fresh and beautiful and will do well. Attending and assessing trial gardens-a considerable amount of work no plant shopper ever sees.  Independent greenhouses do lots of work over and above what you might see.  Please-support them!   

Gardening is a dirty business. But when I shop, I give high marks to a clean place.  My shop-I insist that it be clean.  Sunday morning at Deneweth’s-there was a cleaning crew.  Every aisle was water swept clean of debris. This level of clean-there is a person in charge who takes great pride in their business.  Great pride-I would suggest that you patronize businesses that work this hard to be this great.        

The million bells baskets-miraculous.  The color combinations-striking.  Should Deneweth’s not be dreaming up these combinations on their own, they care enough about making a quality product available to get help designing.  I really like this point of view.  They clearly know how to grow. That they would seek help designing, pairing, combining-their work is no doubt to your advantage.

Every plant had signage with the particulars.  Any serious gardener could read, and make a decision, based on a wealth of information, succintly written.  I learned a few things I did not know,  from these cards.  Independent garden centers-How I respect how they deliver food, water, and shelter!  I would urge you to buy from them, and others in your neighborhood.   Deneweths-out M-59 from Pontiac to Hayes, north up Hayes to 22 Mile-go right. They are eminently worth the visit.  

Heavenly-the flowers.

Wednesday Opinion:The First Day Of My Sixties

The first day of my sixties-not half bad.  At market at 6 am, Crystal from Julie’s Floral gave me a really great bottle of chardonnay-and a kiss.  Monica brought a slew of my favorite chocolate cupcakes covered in sprinkles from Ellen’s-have you ever tried them?  Rob redeemed himself somewhat with a fine pair of leather handled French pruners from Arno-they are a perfect size and heft for a gardener with small hands.  Both of the annual planting jobs I did today went well-I am down to my last 14 plantings.  People for whom I plant late get big material-as a greenhouse is the perfect place to grow annuals until the Michigan weather really warms up.  My pots at home are not done-but they will get done in the next week or so.  I plant later in June every year.  All in all, today was a credible debut.  Think of it-a debut.

Tuesday Opinion: The Last Night Of My Fifties

Tomorrow is my sixtieth birthday.  To put it mildly, I have ambivelent feelings about it.  I do not especially treasure my early years-I was young and stupid. My Mom, how she endured me-I cannot imagine. I very much more like myself, and my life-right now.  However the reality of turning sixty-tough.

Take my word for it.  It is a considerable age no longer looming in the future, but right here and now. Rob was so kind as to load the corgis up at the end of my/this 14 hour day. He remarked-“enjoy the last evening of your fifties”.  It made me furious.  Probably as I was not ready for the last day of my fifties. What if I did not want to give up my fifties?  They had been pretty good, all things considered.  For all the world it sounded like I had only one more night to enjoy my life before plunging into the darkness of an unknown decade to come-my sixties.  OK, this is enough drama to make all of us laugh.  He reminded me of the post I had written-about how since you can’t be anyplace else other than where you are, you might as well treasure it.  Fine.  But I reserve the right to miss my fifties.

SOS: Plants Overboard

I get calls from people with trouble. More than landscape design, they need emergency services. When the basic requirements to sustain life go awry, and awry over time, an entire landscape can be threatened.  The storage facility next door to Detroit Garden Works had me landscape their property when it was built-some 10 years ago.  A company in Texas committed to enhancing and softening their buildings engaged me-a plan was installed.  3 years ago this facility was sold-to a person who has never activated the irrigation, never prunes, never feeds, and barely mows.  I have been forced to watch this landscape decline-it is next door.  I do not understand the thinking here-a landscape that was considerable to install does not take that much to maintain.  Should the landscape need replacing-very expensive.  What is the thought process here?  The property next door-shabby.  Making things grow is really not all that tough, if you are paying attention.  Like every living creature, plants need food, water and shelter. The water laying below the sod, and on top of the soil in the picture above-dreadful.  A lawn mower ripped the sod away-grass floating in water does not root.  I knew I had a client in trouble.  

My client-her only clue that something was wrong was her poorly performing impatiens.  Yellow leaved, stunted-and not growing. This picture was taken August1-terrible.  No kidding, this property was not draining.  Every plant was overboard without a life jacket.  Drowning.  I see this more than I would want to.  The process of creating a subdivison-not so pretty. Some are built on land that does not perk-or drain.  Giant basements come first-the stinking and metallic clay from that basement excavation gets spread on the surface of the property being built.  The native topsoil has been scraped off, and sold.    

This old and regal fir has been drowning for quite some time-the end is near.  The new growth at the tips drooping-a dead giveaway.  Too much water rots the roots of trees, shrubs, perennials.  No matter how much water is available, the plants cannot absorb it.  Rotted roots-terrible.  Ironic-a plant or tree wilted from root rot cannot be helped by more water.  Plants need drainage away from their roots-unless they are lotus, bog plants, or banyon trees.  When I water a tree, or a perennial, or a pot, I have every expectation that the water will drain away.  Should it not-big trouble. 

There are those landscape companies that make a business of rocking up and planting new suburban homes.  They build great grindstone rock outcroppings without one clue as to how to plant them.  This opera of a bed-left blank.  The soil that does not drain-in their defense, I will say it is very difficult to explain to a client that wants flowers and color that they have to deal with the dirtiness underground.  I have some skill in this regard-I brought that to bear with this client.  Her landscape was in great distress, and in danger of dying altogether.  Not that I love delivering that message-I still try to help, if I can. 

No one likes to spend their hard earned money getting water to drain.  You get this-do you not?   I like to show my friends my pots, and my fountain-would I take them to the basement to show them my new furnace?  No.  If I spend money, I like that expenditure to be fun-and an event I can share.  A new set of dishes, new garden chairs, a new pot-you get the idea.  Persuading people to drain their property-a tough go. 

This client had other landscape issues.  The design of this boxwood square implied some object of interest that was missing.  A barked bed hosting two plants not related to each other-whoa.  My client was at the mercy of a design build company that had little idea of how to design, and even less idea about how to build. They planted in soil that did not drain, topdressed with some dark bark so all would look good, and moved on. 

I did persuade her to add a pair of artichoke finials from Garden Traditions to her rear yard-the giant stone pergola and pool needed some company. The triangular growing junipers in the above picture-who would plant this plant as a hedge??- we replaced with arborvitae.   

Solving her water issues was the organizing metaphor of our relationship. We installed drains, catch basins, regraded, planted- all at enormous expense.  The company that installed this landscape rolled in, made a few moves, and drove away-leaving my client to pick up the pieces.

I did replace the drowning boxwood in front of her pool, after excavating and replacing that basement blue clay with soil that would sustain life.  I did a giant amount of work for her-none of which blooms or can be shown to friends.  The entire process wearied the both of us.  I cannot remember how we parted ways-but there was a point at which I could no longer convince her to go on cleaning up the dirtiness that was going on underground.  I happened to drive by the other day-looks to me like all of her plants have proper food, water and shelter. Her landscape is thriving.  I feel good about this.  Food, water, and shelter-simple.