It took some work to get the Bromeliad Tree out of the greenhouse. I didn't remember it being that heavy when it went in. After it was out the door, I dumped it on the ground and dislodged 5 plants.
Everything was salvaged with no major harm. As these Broms were replanted another large plant was added to the pot.
The single Brom in the pot at left has signs of approaching bloom, including a brighter center and white growth in the 'cup.' All of these are descendants of the first Bromeliad I bought. Some are third generation plants.
I'm trying not to think about what to do in September when cold weather looms and the Bromeliad tree needs taking inside again.
Little garden projects are harder to get started than large, sometimes.
Dead stems of Brugmansia and other killed-to-the-ground plants were saved over the winter and cut to lenghts to just fill the holes in concrete blocks used as supports for summer pot benches.
The dark brick pieces in front filled the holes after I saw bricks in the holes of concrete blocks on a feature from the Baltimore Sun on the garden of artist Sherrill Cooper. Bricks made blocks look more 'finished' but bug hotels serve a purpose.
One hotel room has plant stems the other has soft found wood pieces. I think putting thin stems in the diamond shaped hole in the center might be a good touch.
Brug stems have pithy centers that shrink away leaving a cavity.
A different view of the opposite side with found wood. I put pieces of brick behind them to keep them wedged in place without falling back into the space.
There will never be a time when there are not pieces of something awaiting its best usefulness.
Once that first block was done, I went on a short yard tour. I saw a Scarlet Tanager; heard a woodpecker, first pecking on a hollow limb and then making that pock, pock, pock call.
Seedlings are coming up: Tithonia, Melampodium and Madagascar Periwinkle are appearing. None of these require effort on my part except to pull weeds.
It's been a week of work. Sometimes I look back and I can't see that anything was done. Today I can point out some major changes.
I think this Hippeastrum is 'Minerva' nestled among
Phildelphus and Sassafras. If it forms an offset, I'll pot it up.
When mowing is finished, there are neat edges like along
groundcover of Confederate Jasmine uncer this dogwood.
Left to grow unrestrained, Confederate Jasmine grows
more than 35 feet up a tree. I suspect it is probably
holding up the tree now.
Between the two previous pics, there was/is what Mama used to call a 'Growed Up Mess of grapevine, running rose, catbrier and who knew what else, all having overtaken some good sized Azaleas and my Tea Olive.
Half the mess is gone. I still have lots of clearing to do to
rescue the tea olive. On the other side, Oakleaf Hydrangea
is overgrowing its companions. I'll be pulling suckers.
Oh, Phooey, it's Dr. Huey. Again. At the other end is
Carefree Delight which I pruned last month for benefit of
Nearer Carefree Delight is Salvia Farinacea and Echinacea.
Salvia farinacea appreciates ample moisture.
While i rested, I sorted through some seeds and now I
know why there are not many Poppies and Larkspur:
2014 seeds are still in containers. Uh Oh. I remember
scattering some seeds but I guess I stopped too soon.
This pale lavender is pretty but the dark is still my fav.
Oakleaf Hydrangea needs room, lots of room and no
companions smaller than it is.
Purple Heart survived a hard winter as did bits of alternanthera that I added to with rooted cuttings. Roses and Daylilies in the yellow bed are blooming.
When I'd pruned all the boxwood I could stand today, I said to He-who-mows and hauls-off-clippings that it isn't finished but it's much farther along than when I started. The thing about boxwood is, once finished it is to do again. The other thing about 50 year old boxwood is that if you pull it out you are left with enormous holes to fill. I even resorted to an electric chain saw yesterday.
Inner View is a daylily that I had a hard time finding companions.
Inner View 2014 in a different light.
Inner View 2015, bright sunlight.
I moved this daylily last year from a bed where it was never really happy. I had tried it other places and it didn't play well with others. It didn't like being with yellow flowers. It looked pallid with bright blue hydrangeas, worse with reds and pinks.
Yesterday I had inspiration. What about those five pots of purple heart cuttings in the greenhouse crying out for a home? Planted.
Oh, Phooey, It's Dr. Huey
Charisma Roses all died in 2013. Last summer a little rose sprout appeared where one had been. I left it, suspecting that it would not be Charisma returning. Sure enough, it is a root stock. I think they're kind of pretty and they smell like REAL roses. (I read that Dr. Huey doesn't have fragrance. I don't believe everything I read.)
Dr. Huey, introduced 1919.
Dr. Huey is not the root-stock of choice for our sandy soil. According to University of Florida, Fortuniana is more resistant to soil nematodes and dieback.
This is not a bed that needs red. Orange flowers will not mind if Dr. Huey sticks around, for a while anyway.
Lately we have seen sunshine for hardly more than a few minutes at a time, and frequent rain showers.
Brocaded Gown daylily bloomed today.
Julia Child rose was blooming on Bloom Day and continues.
Spiderwort started looking seedy and pale, so I cut it to the
ground after I made these pics.
Julia, Julia Child
Just when I thought Grandma's Yellow Rose, also known as Nacogdoches had
given up, blooms appeared.
Sunny Knock Out
Eclipse bloomed earlier in the season and now is looking less than stellar since all the rainy days. We're starting to see black spot starting. Roses need a little sunshine. Maybe next week.
Another look at my favorite yellow daylily, Brocaded Gown.
I planted rooted cuttings of Chartreuse Alternanthera today to bring a little more yellow tones out front. Marigold seedlings came up in the yellow rose bed but I think they may be orange. No matter. White Pentas are coming back from roots. I have another couple of cuttings to plant there.