Monday, October 25, 2010
While digging and cutting away in the garden this past Saturday, I got to thinking about this past August, just before Kevin left for school, and how the three of us spent a Sunday afternoon trans-potting two huge bay (laurus nobilis) standards from big pots into much bigger pots in order to keep them happy and healthy and to have plenty of time to adjust and grow new roots while still outside enjoying the late summer weather.
Few things dress up a summer patio or garden path better than a clipped bay standard posing straight and proud in a pretty pot. They love full Sun and are fairly drought tolerant and, as we all know, Bay is used in cooking meats, fish, and used in in sauces and condiments where it's pungent, sweet aroma really comes through. Bay is native to southeast Asia and can grow there up to sixty feet. Oh, what I would give to have a bay, planted in my yard, that size. Even in the southern United States, bay can grow to be as high as thirty feet.
Monday, October 18, 2010
My friend Tami, once again, joined Peter and me there as well to sell her handmade purses. It was so crowded in our booth, we found ourselves taking refuge outside of it where we soaked in the sun and watched the shoppers peruse to their heart's content.
Down the road, a bit, my friends, Kim and Jo Ellen had their own booths set up. This is Kim's booth where she demonstrated the art of lavender wand making while Jo Ellen looked on. Kim had a lovely spot on a shady piece of grass near the center of the town where she had a 3-D view of all of the comings and goings as well as all of the fair visitors from the past and the present.
Monday, October 4, 2010
In my mind, dahlias are purely social creatures inviting willing participants to stop and gaze at their loveliness. Growing alone or in clusters, they are here solely for our enjoyment and help to take our minds off of the severe weather yet to come. Their dizzy array of color promises beauty and frivolity, theirs to flaunt, while continuously teasing the humming birds, until the first hard frost.
If there was ever a flower that spoke to the beauty that variety contributes to the depth of the garden, it is the dahlia. The cornucopia of colors dahlias provide, from stark white to deep reds and purples and even pale creams and burnt oranges all the while boasting versatility in solid and variegated forms, is beguiling. In fact, there is such a vast assortment of dahlia shapes and sizes that they are grouped into six different categories of sizes from the "Giants" that are about 10 inches in diameter all the way down to the "Mignons" that are 2 inches or less in diameter. From there, dahlias are further divided into 11 more categories ranging from "Decorative" to "Novelty." My head is spinning so let me just concentrate on the graceful majesty the dahlias in my gardens are currently displaying like proud peacocks. To me, each dahlia petal, plain or frilly, mammoth or minuscule, is a thing to savor during these early autumn days.
Most gardeners will tell you to preserve them by digging them up and storing them away during the cold winters. Maybe I've been lucky. I don't dig them up and their rich green foliage deli-gently appears in my garden borders each spring, encouraging their ruffled blooms from mid-summer until well into autumn. And, for that, I am truly grateful, for their presence in my garden beds as well as gracing my summer and autumn tables, year after year. I love dahlias!