I’m pretty sure Pam over at Digging thinks that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. She beat me to the punch with her Year in the Garden post. But honest, I was thinking about doing the same here.
I committed to really give blogging some effort last winter. (I started the blog in August 2005. But it took awhile for me to get into the habit.) So there wasn’t much in the way of gardening to post about last January. ‘Rosie’ (right) took up residence in my office (where I wrote a popular article about the warm winter, hitting 59 F on Jan. 6), Cal Lane’s artsy shovels caught my eye, I ordered my veggies seeds, and blogged about music. I may have lost my lunchbox, but Iâ€™m still here.
In February, blogging was still slow. I praised weeds mined images from 2006, and reviewed Anna Pavordâ€™s The Naming of Names.
Heuchera and lysimachia
In March, the gardening season kicked in along with the spring ephemerals. I love to watch them as the snow retreats. I discovered Iris histrioides â€˜Katharine Hodgkinâ€™ had hitchhiked in with some minor bulbs from a friend. I enjoyed the floral foreplay that is March. I couldn’t get Duncan Shiek’s White Limousine out of my head.
Iris histrioides â€˜Katharine Hodgkinâ€™
Tulips and cyclamen.
April was a busy month. It hit 64 on the 3rd and the peepers came out in force. The early spring bulbs flowered in profusion. I reviewed Amy Stewart’s Flower Confidential. Kurt Vonnegut died. I did my first bloom day scan. We got hit by the Tax Day Nor’easter and Jade had a ball in the snow. I discovered that you could see my pickup truck from the aerial photos at local.live.com. I snarkily reviewed garden footwear. And turned 50.
Chionodoxa and verbascum.
April bloom day scan
Me, Corey and Fred by the water garden on my 50th.
In May, there were mulch races outside my office window. Such joy does spring bring to students’ hearts. We visited our son in Jacksonville, Fla., May 9. It was 69 F there. 81 F in Ithaca. Go figure. The rescued tulips bloomed, as did primulas, the double bloodroot and other spring favorites. In the wetland, the lone crabapple and marsh marigolds did their thing. I visited my friend Marguerite at MotherPlants nursery, where she and her partner supply the burgeoning green roof trade.
Demo dog houses with green roofs at Mother Plants.
I kicked off June, with an exploration of sex, antiquities and modern garden statuary in bondage in Honey, does this peplos make my butt look fat? My Early June picture purge will fill you in on what actually was going on in the garden. I had fun with Fun with fish and Photoshop. I celebrated the saving of the pink famingo factory, the anniversary Doc Ellis’s LSD-fueled no-hitter and the release of my favorite CD of 2007, Gogol Bordello’s Super Taranta. Also took my best garden picture to date. June is all about the light.
First peony from seed.
Fun with fish and Photoshop.
Acoustic version of Supertheory of Supereverything
June light, borrowed scenery
July. High summer. Cuisse de Nymphe roses. Verbascum. More great weeds. Sunsets. From Idiocracy, Brawndoâ€™s got what plants crave. A Living Wall Installation. Lots of bees, despite CCD. Pink filipendula.
Cuisse de Nymphe
Bee on Echinacea
Bee on verbascum.
In August, I ‘Simpsonized’ myself. The bananas in the garden outside my office made a statement, along with the blue alliums. I went to a tomato tasting to sample crosses between modern cherry tomatoes and heirloom varieties. There was a surfeit of purple in the garden. I made a floral mandala.
Me Simpsonized. I should have added more gray.
Bananas in Minns Garden
Experimental cherry tomatoes.
September. I played around with video to record plants in motion. A sod sculpture went up at Bluegrass Lane. Saw Nanci Griffith at the State Theater. Considered what statuary might look like in the garden. But September is really the month for grasses.
If I could afford statuary.
September bloom day scan.
Secret garden anemone.
October brought Colchicum autumnale â€˜Alboplenumâ€™ and Eupatorium purpureum â€˜Joe Whiteâ€™. Cover crops blanketed the veggie garden. The Dalai Lama visited Ithaca. Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize. First frost came the 16th. We discovered that the beavers had been busy. Fall colors were only mediocre. Janis Ruksans shared his bulb expertise with our rock garden group.
Colchicum autumnale â€˜Alboplenumâ€™
Eupatorium purpureum â€˜Joe Whiteâ€™
Cover crops in the veggie garden.
Mediocre fall color.
Scilla armena, Photo by Janis Ruksans, used with permission.
In November, Bill Millers perennials class planted a bulb labyrinth at Bluegrass Lane. Jay Hart’s â€˜Terrain artâ€™exhibition opened at Mann Library. Mornings were frosty. Textures got fuzzy. I shot Art of Horticulture class projects.
Bulb labyrinth at Bluegrass Lane.
Transitions by Jay Hart, used with permission of the artist.
December’s short days featured bittersweet, the mystery of the Christmas Amanita, and I confessed to my houseplant problem.
In the Liberty Hyde Bailey Conservatory.
December Bloomg Day scan: Bittersweet and lunaria.
Thanks to all of you who stopped by and shared comments, as well as all you lurkers out there. Best wishes for a safe, healthy and peaceful New Year.