
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008

Mock orange, real fragrance.

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Volunteer bachelor buttons.
Ballerina rose.
Below, Shasta daisies, old roses and gold leaf caryopteris.
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caryopteris,
mock orange,
ogr,
shrub roses,
shrubs
Monday, May 26, 2008



EDIBLES, YES
There are those in my village who worry about their gardens being U or non-U. This, in spite of the war with Iraq, rumors of war with Iran, the high cost of fuel and and food. I share none of my fellow villagers concerns about a Nancy Mitford's notion of how the British upper class ought to behave. We are no longer a British colony. Ours is a different society ; we are very reluctant to tug at our forelocks at the sight of some bloke whose ancestors were better plunderers than ours.
There are those who say that it takes six hundred years to make an English lawn and an English gentleman. Well and good. I do not admire gentlemen such as the little prince who dressed up in Nazi garb for a lark, nor do I think that conquering the Falklands is all that and a side of fries. So, fie on class ridden societies, fie on the British gentlemen who say that Americans not being able to have real gardens since real gardens have "bones."
My garden has no bones--no ancient box hedges to be tended by the underclass. It has a modest evergreen hedge to serve as a windbreak and as a place for birds to rest on windy winter days, not to comply with the British notion of U bones. I live in a non-U house in a non-U neighborhood. I plant flowers, vegetables and fruit regardless of whether Nancy Mitford would approve of them or not. I suspect that rhubarb and strawberries are non-U. Of the latter, I have grown both the grossly overrated fraises des bois--think little blobs of cotton soaked in red tinted sugar water--and the good old standbys of American kitchen gardens--Ogalala, Ozark and Tribute. The latter grow rampant and produce fragrant berries whose perfectly balance of sweetness and tartness is a delight to the palate. The rhubarb makes delicious pies with a populist appeal. I like it all the better because I know in my non-U bones that Nancy Mitford would not like it.




"Nightingale, have you heard the news! The Rose has come back and the green and the blue, And everything is as new as the dew—New nightingale, new rose." Hafiz
There are no nightingales at The Brambles, but, my, are there roses. Noisette Claire Jacquier (1888), Hybrid Musk Buff Beauty (1939), Hybrid Multiflora Russelliana (prior to 1837), Shrub/Kordes Alchymist (1956) Damask Madame Hardy (1832), and modern kordesii hybrid William Baffin begin their annual show in concert with clematis, peonies and irises. As for bird song, this is when the wood thrush comes to our woods to grace us with silvery arpeggios to rival any nightingale's. Among the winged, cardinals, bluebirds, red headed woodpecker have joined azure moths and monarch butterflies in airborn passegiatta around the flower beds. It is not Shiraz, but methinks Old Hafiz would have approved.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
LET THE PUNISHMENT FIT THE CRIME

Please note snail damage to basil seedlings in foreground. French persons fond of sizzling the critters responsible in garlic butter may apply for the post of Escargot Hunters. As for me, well, I can try the old trick of baiting them--the escargot, not the French persons--with beer, but it seems a misuse of Stella Artois. I can also surround the basil with a nice layer of sand, which the beasties find unpleasant to navigate. Somehow the garlic butter treatment seems more appropriate.

The inner Enzo, photographed by the Ferrari makers.
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cottage gardening,
ferrari. racing cars,
ogr,
old roses,
peonies,
shrub roses,
turtle,
wildlife


Sweetly scented, remontant Hermosa, introduced in 1832, is one of the few Chinas capable of surviving zone 6 winters. In his informative Antique Rose Emporium catalog Michael Shoup mentions that it was a popular container rose for European window gardens. At the Brambles, it firs beatly under the Persian lilacs in the doorway garden.
Labels:
ogr,
old roses,
peonies,
rhododendrons siberian irises
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