Friday, January 14, 2011
For my fellow northern gardeners, here's a shot of color for you. Happy Friday!
Okay, okay, I'll write more than just that. But that's how I'm feeling. Grey, grey and more grey, what can I write about during these grey winters when there's no tending to the garden? Yes, yes, I can read the seed catalogs. Perhaps I'll do that this evening. But honestly? We have such great nurseries here I'm getting most of my plants from starts this year. I know. Can you believe it? It's time to admit: there are some things I am successful at, and others I'm not. On the latter end, houseplants and seedstarting. My poinsettias died a long slow death here, well, not that slow, but once they entered our front door, they began their rapid descent. It's my special touch. And seedstarting? It's my moldy touch. Mold starting is what I do.
The photo above is a lovely mass planting of red twig dogwood, as seen in South Waterfront here in Portland. We have two of these in our garden, and seeing how these were grown, I'm going to make sure to cut ours down to the ground this summer. It is the new growth that turns the brightest of reds in the winter. My light touch in pruning in the garden? Not this year. There shall be great pruning.
But for now? Back to the grey. Hang in there. It's winter.