A Green Garden

I have never had the discipline to plant my containers with green plants.  I am soft in the head about flowers, and color.  Every year I think about greening it, after which I invariably buy pink or orange or carmine flowered plants.   I have been planting containers that feature the color green for this client a long time. This years containers are making me think about green all over again.  The boxwood balls with attending topknots get overwintered in an unheated greenhouse space.  The skirt of variegated licorice is all they need.  The late afternoon sun dusting the boxwood-a beautiful moment.

The Kimberly ferns that were lanky in the spring are holding forth some 2 months after planting.  The maidenhair ferns planted underneath them are in a trailing phase-this I like.  The caladiums and pteris ferns in the wirework planters are a delicate foil for the massive ferns.

The view out from the porch is just as green.  A planting of butterburrs contained by sheet metal set 24″ deep into the soil is a big textured groundcover for a series of Bradford pears.  The densiformis yews either side of the walk are thriving.  Everywhere I look, I see green.  What a pleasure.

She has a collection of topiaries which we winter over with the boxwoods.  This silver germander, teucrium fructicans, grown on standard is a standout. It has been wintered over successfully for many years.  The trunk must be over an inch in diameter; the head better than 4 feet across.  Wintering topiaries is a nuisance, but this germander is not hardy in our zone.  A topiary like this is worth the trouble to cultivate. 

A double ball bay tree is older still.  The window box is so narrow and shallow, I would not think of planting it with anything else than heat loving drought tolerant plants. That dark green paired with all of those blue grey diminuitve plants, an interesting conversation about contrast.

A collection of pots on the terrace is dominated by an agave; the bloom spike is spectacular.  The agave is underplanted with showy oregano. I like the relationship of the giant stiff agave leaves, and the drapy stems of the oregano.  That idea is repeated with the lime striped phormium, and euphorbia.  The stone planter box was planted with 3 one gallon Chicago figs-so called, as they are root hardy as far north as Chicago.  They are happy enough to have set fruit.  

The visual success of this planting is all about the relationship of one plant to another, but the spot on watering ranks right up there.  The container has been watered sparingly, in spite of all of our heat. The long iron box-stuffed with lavender, cirrus dusty miller, white trailing verbena, and a trailing blue succulent whose name I do not know.

White New Guinea impatiens are neither rare nor remarkable, but for the size of the flowers, and their color.  This is the cleanest, freshest, brightest white in the annual kingdom.  They also have a very dressy look-a decided contrast to the lavender.  The white dahlia in the center, about to send forth another round of blooms.

The quartet of baby blue foliaged agaves just filled this old concrete container.  Each of these two elements makes the other look better.  The silver dichondra in the adjacent box is the same color, but of a much different form and habit. 

The white marguerites bloom heavily a few times over the course of the summer.  The sporadic blooms in between are fine.  The dark green ferny foliage takes well to clipping. It is a lush look, even without flowers. Variegated licorice and cirrus dusty miller are surprisingly good together.  The dusty looks so blue-the variegated licorice so lime/yellow.  Very subtle the contrast, and very satisfying.

Some of my favorite plants that are predominantly green, or green and white?  Lime irisine, phormium, white Sun Parasol mandevillea, maidenhair ferns, white trailing verbena, lavender, licorice, dichondra, basil, plectranthus of any kind, and euphorbia Diamond Frost. 

The giant growing nicotiana mutabilis on the far right is the only plant that flowers with any color to speak of.  I cannot hold those pink flowers against one of my most favorite summer plants.

I winter a number of triple ball brush cherry topiaries for this client-I sprinkle them all over the terraces.  The begonia which is the underplanting here-I have not the faintest idea of its name.  I just knew the texture, the shape of the leaf, and the plant habit would work well with this green scheme. A gorgeous green garden-I think I might have to have one.

Too Much Water


I knew from the start that the installation of this landscape would prove difficult.  The property on the whole drains poorly at best.  The soil is very heavy clay; parts of the property would hold water for weeks in the spring.  It is not as if I were hoping for the best; an extensive drainage system was installed, and 1000 yards of soil added to bring the grade up.  Faintly visible above the boxwood in this picture, one of many catch basins.  The central landscape feature for the rear yard-14 very large columnar carpinus.  By very large, I mean in excess of 25 feet tall.  In front of those carpinus, densiformis yews and boxwood planted on a large radius.  A rose garden and fountain completed this center portion of the landscape.   

On either side of this center section, simple lawn panels edged in boxwood.  At the far ends, a pair of herbaceous borders on both sides of the lawn.  The wild landscape in the background would be left as is, although there were a number of ash trees dead and dying which had to come down. 

The perennial gardens are backed up by a long hedge of Limelight hydrangea.  The perennial border were planted with Russian sage, boltonia, peonies, Siberian iris, Shasta daisies, coneflowers-all the usual suspects.  I was interested in those perennials that are fairly easy to grow, and lots of them. I did plant the perennials alternating; that meadowy look would pair well with that untouched wild background. 

Within a year, the carpinus had begun to show definite signs of water stress. Roses and perennials, going into the winter soaking wet, died.  I suspected that the irrigation system was pumping as much water to all of the beds as it was to the lawn.  Once woody plant material is established, its need for water declines.  I was by no means thrilled with how the irrigation system had been designed, but it was what I had to work with.  The lawn looked fine-the landscape did not. 

By the third year, there was no mistaking that the trees were not going to tolerate the level of water they were getting.  Added to that, some hard late spring frosts with below freezing temperatures for 4 days in a row.  There were lots of leaf buds damaged or destroyed.  My client was alarmed by what she saw.  I told her there was no giving up on the trees.  We no longer had access to the rear yard to plant trees.  She was going to have to grow them out. My client is a very decisive individual.  She turned the irrigation off, and locked the box.  The lawn was irrigated as little as possible, and definitely not on any regular schedule.  

5 years later, the carpinus have made quite the comeback, and are growing vigorously.  They only get water when it rains.  All of the woody plant material has stabilized.  It can be very difficult to establish a landscape on clay, but once it is established it is very long lived-unless you overwater.  Enough water to live, and enough water to drown can be close to the same amount.  Once you see the foliage on woody plants start to yellow, check the water first.   

Even the yews behind the boxwood have stabilized  If you are wondering how it is possible for it to be shorter than the boxwood-the deer keep it pruned like this.  I am amazed at how level a job they do, chewing.   

The lawn has spots that look like they could use a little water, but a sustainable equilibrium here is more important than a perfect lawn.  The foliage color of every plant is exactly as it should be.  M and M maintains this landscape; Mindy keeps a sharp eye out for any sign of too much water.  It has taken 6 years to get this landscape to thrive as it should. 

Even the perennials have put on size.  I find it very easy to get perennials planted in sandy soil to take hold, but it is so hard to keep them thriving.  The only solution there is to add organic material to the soil and mulch every chance you get.  Perennial bark fines add a lot of organic material to the soil, when it decomposes.  Once perennials are well established on clay, they can live a long time. 

We have the watering on the pots down as well. One of the reasons I so enjoy container gardening is my option to pick the soil, and supply adequate drainage.  My experience planting indicates that attempting to radically change the composition of native soil is futile.  I plant trees that like wet feet in very heavy soils; I have success with evergreens and lavender on sandy based well drained soils.  I almost never plant rhododendron-our soil is very heavy and alkaline, not acid and compost based. But the pots are different-I get to pick the soil.  These yellow cannas are beginning to spike; they have had enough hot weather and regular watering to flower.   

This is a much happier garden than it was 6 years ago.  As Jennifer commented yesterday, a gardener is a person who is in it for the long haul.  These pot planting only last one season.  I like that.  I can start over, and do better next year.  But a  landscape is a committment that needs looking after, year after year.  

No sign of any trouble here today.

Monday Opinion: Cool

The word cool suggests plenty.  Cool may imply chilly temperatures in the fall, or early spring.  Cool might just as easily be an apt adjective for an unexpected design solution, a truly original landcape design, that product or place which is hip, current, timeless, or easy to fall for, no matter the time or circumstance.   Cool might be an entirely involuntary expression given exposure to an extraordinary and surprising individual expression.  The word cool may be a low key response that just pops out there, given an expression that is shockingly hot beyond all belief.

The cool expletive has been in my vocabulary for decades-it was especially popular in the 60’s and 70’s.  I hang on to my history for all I am worth-this seems fairly normal.   A sisterly and equally energetic expression-far out.  I get curious stares when I use either expression today-the winds of popular culture shift faster than I can take a breath. It is hard for me to believe there are people who were not alive in the 60’s and 70’s. Those post mid century post 80’s people have their own culture, and a language to go with all their own. Monica, the mainstay of our office, shot a 46 for 9 holes of golf yesterday.  Her husband trailed behind-whoa.  Her son of 29 years says to her: “You played lights out, Mom.”  ??  What does lights out mean, pray tell?   But back to cool-What exactly do I think is cool? 

Any person for whom a garden is a way of life.

Any gardener who takes the stewardship of a property seriously. 

Any garden or landscape that is home grown. 

 Any garden or landscape which is clearly stamped “individually owned and operated”. 

 Any gardener who will tear out and redo, given a new idea. 

Any gardener who will not walk away from trouble. 

Any heartfelt expression. 

Any gardener whose vision has been expressed clearly enough to move me. 

Any garden with a story to tell.

Any gardener who keeps coming back for more.

Any great book. My favorite book about gardens:  The Gardens of France by Anita Periere and Gabrielle van Zuylen, published in 1983.  This book includes stunning black and white photographs of my most favorite garden, La Mormaire.  Very cool.

Beautiful garden ornament-new, vintage and antique.  No matter the country of origin, the age, or the material, beautiful is beautiful.

On a lighter note, I find the following things equally as cool:

Dog-friendly gardens and landscapes.

A patch of grass big enough for said dogs to roll around on.

Vintage concrete garden ornaments, including but not limited to birds, angels, dogs, frogs, squirrels, rabbits and hares, trolls, gnomes and snails.

bins, wood crates and string of any description.

As for far out, I have lots of things on my list.  Here are but a few:

The northern lights, the blue moon, a good soaking rain, friable soil, spider webs, buds, flowers and seeds, the change of seasons, shells, twigs, clouds, the ocean, bulbs of any description, ancient breeds of cattle and sheep-as in Jacob’s four-horned sheep, mosses, lichens and fungi, you get the picture.  Most everything in the natural world-very far out.  There are a few exceptions.  I have a tough time with slime mold, woodchucks, Japanese beetles, slugs, shrews, and death. 

There are lots of cool things in the world of landscape and garden-who could begin to name them all?  There are even more far out things-most of those come courtesy of the natural world.  The distinction between cool and far out?  Who needs to make a distinction?  The relationship between talented designers and gardeners in conjunction with the natural world-the subject of a long essay about cool, and very very far out.  Most gardening discussions involve lots of issues. Any good gardener-they handle lots of issues.

At A Glance: Eccentric