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Belatedly, The First Of April

I know, today is April 2. April 1 news is regrettably old news. A day late will be a regular occurence now-I am back to work. Making landscape calls for both new house construction and landscape renovation-despite the snow and ice. Studying site plans and taking pictures. A few unfinished projects from last year need to be buttoned up. I am almost finished with the the spring display at the shop. I am back to designing.

The fifteenth anniversary of Detroit Garden Works means much to me. I am pleased to report we are still going strong. Keeping a business going 15 years pales in comparison to Clifton Little Venice in England-could it be that they are celebrating their 160th birthday? Yes, they are. Established in 1851, they are celebrating 160 years this year. Clifton Nurseries is London’s oldest garden centre, only minutes from London’s busy West End. Check them out, as I do, regularly. www.clifton.co.uk. Their age, cache and great style does not discourage me in the least bit. They encourage me to be the best I can be. I am very pleased to report that I spied English made concrete pots in the classical Italian style in their nursery-we too have these great concrete pots available.

But April first marks a few other modest milestones. April 1 of 2009 I wrote my first Dirt Simple post. I started writing with the intention of writing every day. Every day, rain or shine. I have not been perfect in this regard, but I made a decent effort. At 703 posts, I am 27 posts shy of perfect given two years, this April 1 of 2011. Somewhat shy of perfect is plenty ok with me. I so enjoy the writing. I enjoy so much more the contact I have made with gardeners far from me. This could be a few miles away, or an ocean away; my French friend and garden writer, Delphine Gitterman-we have made a relationship, never having met face to face. Paradis Express is a daily read for me-she exposes me to things I would not have access to otherwise. Look her up. Ditto Rochelle Greayer at Studio G-does she not shine?

Beyond the 2nd anniversary of the blog, April 1 was Rob’s 19th anniversary with me. Nineteen years-holy heck. We went to dinner in celebration of that milestone at Pepinos, in Walled Lake. Early on, we went there regularly after work. Though I moved away from that neighborhood 15 years ago, the hostess who has been there 27 years recognized us instantly. She asked after us; her knowledge and interest was genuine. We got a great booth. We had a great dinner. We shared a great bread pudding for dessert on the house-a lit birthday candle stuffed into the whipped cream, on Karen. Any relationship-whether personally or design oriented-matters much. Should you live near me, and like to have dinner at a great supper club witha relaxed atmosphere, try Pepinos.

The big idea here? Age is good for certain things. Age makes for great lichens, big and gorgeous plants, good looking trees. Age has its advantages. April first in my life is all about serious, funny and engaging relationships. This blog-a new member of the April one club. Rob-a charter member of the April one club. April first-of course this can only mean the best is yet to come.

Posted on: April 2, 2011 1 Comment

The Opening Party

I have devoted a lot of ink on and off over the past 5 years to the story of how my shop came to be. Why is this? As important as it was to me personally, I think it is an interesting story. The bel’occio gene-I think both Rob and I have that. When I look at these pictures of our opening night, I am struck by how sparsely furnished the space was. It was a giant expenditure to get the building ready for company.

What I had to spend left over to furnish it was 1/4 of what it cost to make the space habitable. We did as much of the work as we could ourselves. And we bought a few great things. Beautiful handmade pots. An antique iron sculpture from Paris that took the lions share of what we had to spend on ornament. So we had lots more that opening night in the way of excitement and good will than ornament for the garden. A place where people would feel welcome came first.

Two of my oldest landscape clients sprung for this opening party-I still work for them both, and love them dearly. They saw to entertaining my guests. Forging relationships over the landscape is one of the best parts of my job. They encouraged me to persist in transforming a dream into a reality. Though that night was many years ago, I still recall it vividly.

I was excited beyond all belief to have Detroit Garden Works full of people for the first time. No landscape I have designed and installed gets my seal of approval until I see how people interact with it. Do the spaces work? Are they comfortable? Are they on occasion provocative? Is there a natural and easy flow? Does it handle traffic, kids, entertaining, reflection and family? Would you smile, or study what you saw? This particular landscape was near and dear to my heart. As it turned out, there was no need to be nervous. Landscape clients and friends were all about expressing their good will.

This night was not about making a passing grade. Or who we had been. It was a beginning. An opening statement. All these years later, it only takes the first signs of spring to bring out the garden in us.

All of the food was served in Italian pots. Pots from Crete. Pots from England. Pots from France. The big idea here-a garden can nourish.

We had an idea about gardens. We made that come to life. This was one of my most favorite gardening moments ever.

Posted on: March 29, 2011 12 Comments

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Once A Year. This Is It!

We have been slammed at the shop since this past Monday. Detroit Garden Works conducts one sale a year. From the day after Christmas until January the 8th, we put every holiday item on sale for 50% off-and everything and anything else in the shop at 20% off. Should you be a gardener interested in a bit of a bargain-once a year, we oblige. This is it. Jenny has plenty of pictures posted; www.detroitgardenworks.com. After the 8th, we are open by chance or by appointment until March 1. This gives us some time to travel, shop, repaint, clean, and plan. So should you have a mind to drop by after January 8, email us, call ahead, or knock on my front door.

Gardening might be best defined as a “this is it” pursuit. Should I neglect to plant crocus in the fall, I will have plenty of time regret it, come spring. Should I not take the time to see and enjoy my March crocus, I might miss them. A two day span of exceptionally cold weather-those flowers will vanish-until next year. There are times when I might turn back the clock, or ask for an extension-but time waits for no garden. Tune in to the crocus, or wait until next year.

The hellebore flowers are not nearly so fragile. They stay with me for a while in late March and April. I make it my spring business to look at them every day. Planting them on the driveway was no accident; I have two chances every day to enjoy them. How the flowers emerge from the ground, mature, and dry right on the stalk is a process that takes weeks. But once those weeks pass, hellebore heaven will have to wait until next year. I leave the flowers be, hoping some seed will mature, drop and grow.

I may photograph the tulips outside my office every day. Like the hellebores, observing their manner of emerging from the ground and growing is a yearly treat. The flowers are glorious. They come in an extraordinary range of sizes, colors and forms. For my pots in the garage, I bought smaller numbers and as great a variety as I could. Why not try as many as possible? I was caight flat footed by the early cold this fall; the pots were outdoors a little too long. Every time I look at these pots filled with dirt, I search for signs of a bulb-fest to come. Nothing doing. I’ll have my this is it moment, for better or for worse, months from now.

With the exception of double bloodroot, no flower is more fleeting than the magnolia. Really cold spring weather can shut down the show before it even opens. No matter than you have a valid ticket. Should I be so fortunate to have a good show from my Galaxy magnolia, I can be assured it will not be a long one. I have 2 chairs and a table on my upper deck. They are placed to take advantage of the aerial view pictured above. I may need a coat and hat, but I am out there. The ephemeral beauty of everything that blooms in my garden has much to do with why 2011 will be my 33rd gardening season.

I cannot remember another year when the roses were this prolific. 2010 provided spectacularly great growing weather from early spring through June. This John Davis rose of Janet’s was smothered in flowers for weeks. Wherever I saw roses, they were glorious. Janet, who devotes her summer gardening life to her roses insisted that I come and spend some time with hers. I am so glad I did. On both of our minds-is this it? Is this the best the roses will ever be?

Even the Queen Anne’s Lace in the field was lush. Regular rain early, and a very hot and dry July made the meadow next door look dreamy. This was nature at its weediest best.

The sunflower season is one of my favorites. I buy them at market as often as I can. There is not a form shape or color I do not like-although the orangy brown varieties seem a little silly. I like my sunflowers to remind me of the sun, and sunny summer days. I like to have bouquets of them throughout the season. These stems I stuck into a large brick of oasis taped into a clear floral dish. Sunflowers are big, heavy and unwieldy. Worst of all, the water fouls quickly, and needs frequent changing. I set this dish on top of a glas vase full of water which I tinted yellow with food coloring. Amazingly, sunflowers last for days out of water altogether.

By the time my Honorine Jobert anemones start blooming, I know the end of the season is not long off. The cooler nights make this once a year display go on for quite some time. But once the nights turn very cold, the flowers vanish-until next year.

The fall color on the Boston Ivy was short lived this year. Some leaves dropped from cold before they turned. The color-not so great as it was in 2009. But I had no complaints. Once a year, I have my chance to enjoy it.