At the nursery
Well the season’s begun with a shot and bang, 2 weeks of sunshine in mid March will wet gardener’s appetites. We’ve been clearing out greenhouses almost as quickly as we can fill them; our spring annuals seem way ahead of schedule. It’s amazing what a mild spring will do for the garden industry; there’s an excitement in the air. Is it safe for us to go outside again? The chestnut tree in front of my house has swollen buds and will be in leaf within a week methinks.
Like it or not I’ve been a bit zombified as of late, this whole plant thing has been taking it’s toll. I set out to push this to the next level and looking around I might have accomplished that. Between working more than full-time at the nursery, maintaining a large home collection and trying to start up a side greenhouse project; it’s official my life is ruled by plants. It’s exhausting and it’s not even summer yet. In an attempt to maintain fresh inspiration for documenting I’ve now got so much growing that I barely have time to report. If I have any energy left at all the greenhouse project eats it up, then I get home at 8:00pm, eat, bathe and do it again. It’s pure insanity really, a hobby that borders on addiction that has completely devoured my life. What to do now. . . Breathe, meditate and do again of course. That’s springtime for you. Some people run marathons, I collect plants.
Seriously though I always feel overwhelmed at this time of year. Tis the burden of the nurseryman I suppose. When the salmon are in the bay, you get on that boat and get fishing. I never understood it better until this year but spring is the season to do it all. While you can propagate at anytime of year, there is no better time then now. Plants are actively waking up, releasing turbo charged growth chemicals and want to live today more than any other time of year. Seeds sowed in spring have a whole season to grow up whereas mid summer sown only gets a quick autumn of growth. It’s a good time to divide and it’s a good time to reposition. First and foremost it’s a good time to observe, to enjoy and to pay attention.
Some of the nicest Lewisia we’ve grown to date, second season.
A peak into the back greenhouse.
Spring is such an incredible time of year, the growth in the back is almost unbelievable. For the first time in 2 weeks it rained almost all day. Upon coming home the garden was a different place all together. What would seem like week’s worth of growth seems to have occurred over an afternoon of precipitation. Everything is so lush, so pristine.
Can’t find a supplier for Sonchus canariensis? Ok, let’s grow some from seed… 10 months later . . . Now what to do with 35 three foot tall Sonchus…
A lovely plant none the less.
Soak it in while you can, plants are a quick reminder to “stop and smell the roses”. What looks great today, will be gone or different tomorrow. Some flowers appear as if in a blink, just a short appearance to grace your eyelids. If you’re not there, too bad for you, there is no PVR for the garden I’m afraid. As I sit outside and listen to the gentle tap of raindrops I take a deep breathe in and try to truly take in the moment. We’ve been doing it for thousands of years but have forgotten this meditation over a quick generation skip. Put down your iphone once in a while and go for a walk in a garden. Crouch and get at eye level with some plants and take a closer look. Get your hands dirty and give them a feel. Crush a few leaves and investigate there exciting new aromas. Lastly appreciate the miraculousness of life and see the perfection that exists within all things. Mother nature is the finest artist. God I sound like a hippy somedays. . .
Wish me luck ! More photos to follow!
More varieties of epiphyllum than any one man should have. . .
I think this will be the year I’ll get an echium to flower.
After potting up my new palm trees yesterday I found myself in a fury of greenhouse rearranging. This winter we were in such a hurry to get the greenhouse done that when we actually did move in, everything was haphazardly placed this way and that. Yesterday I made the time to organize things properly, it was nice to clear out the junk and keep things tidy. Plants are certainly a demanding hobby, overwintered tropicals need a quick inspection once in a while. Dead leaves, minor rot, and impractical placement all need to be considered. Bugs are more likely than not, and a quick spray of trounce is good even as a precaution. If you’re even a bit OCD about cleaning, this practice will most likely be pleasant and it’s a good meditation for a Sunday afternoon. As the hours went on, nature forgot I was even there, and a murder of crows landed nearby. The valley still supports an amazing amount of wildlife, their songs could be heard carried in the wind. I love silence, it gives me space to think, it’s my favorite kind of music. A dying tread in a humming world of technology, moments spent in the garden have made me much more aware of this fact.
In a blink of an eye a couple hours had passed. I’m often amazed by the work that can be achieved in only a couple hours. From disaster to masterpiece the place had certainly taken on a new look. I grouped the succulents and dormant dry pots in one area, actively growing tropicals in another, and utilitarian nurserystock adjacent. I love organizing and consolidating, and oddly this is what I do for a living. The greenhouses must have brainwashed me…
Just as I was considering leaving, the lighting seemed just right and out came my camera and tripod. This was the first real photo-shoot I’ve had at our new greenhouse, and I was mesmerized by all of the points of interest. A flowering Senacio cristobalensis, an unusually early Iris reticulata, and a tropical Buddleia macrostachya in bud and bloom. A big smile rested on my face as I stood there in the pre twilight of the hour before nightfall. Tis the best time of day to photograph plants and flowers, and very well anything and everything at all. The shadows are forgiving, the lighting honest and true. What a dream it is to have a heated greenhouse in the winter. I hadn’t realized what a gift it really was, this will surely help me get further with my plant studies.
Up close and personal with a Senacio cristobalensis
You’ve gotta love the whimsical leaves of the Senecio cristobalensis. Straight out of a Dr. Suess book, this border-line hardy perennial will add a touch of magic to your garden with little effort on your part.
An emerging node, it’s leaves are even cuter when they first appear. These amazing purple tinted fuzzy trees grow up to 8-10 feet in one season. I’ve read that if they’re properly mulched they’ll grow back in spring after frost. Of course all rumor aside I couldn’t dare sacrifice this one to the elements, as I wanted to see it’s winter flowers.
Right on schedule this plant put out multiple plumes of these strange senacio flowers. While Senacio’s come in pretty much every shape and size, they’re flowers are all remarkably similar. Old granddad Senacio from a million years before must be proud.
As expected the flowers are identical to other senacios I’ve witnessed bloom. The only difference being the color in which they’re tinted. Senecio cristobalensis is the most remarkable shade of vibrant yellow. The flowers coated with enough pollen for an army of bees. Too bad none seem to be buzzing about this early in the season.
Off topic, topic specific plant science breakdown!?
Back to the topic at hand!
Buddleia macrostachya began flowering this week. I’ve watched the blooms form since I first recieved it mid November. The horticultural mastermind Lynda from Happy Valley Lavender Farm gifted it to me when we first built our greenhouse. The tag says Royal Roads 2007, it seems this one has been around for a while now. A quick look online has very little information about it, but sources say it’s from China. The hardiness is subject to opinion and it seems to enjoy the shelter of the greenhouse. Any info someone might have on it would be much appreciated, an exotic addition to collection none the less.
I have no idea how these bulbs found their way into my agave pot. Tis the simple pleasure of working at a nursery, sometimes the compost you take home has extra goodies in it. My garden at home has anemone blanda all over the place for this very reason. While I tend to get tired of these iris reticulatas, it’s always a tell tale sign that spring is just around the corner.
There seems to be no shortage of brugmansia’s this year. A friend and I have been growing quite a collection. Inquire if you’d be interested in trying one this summer, we have lovely 5 ft tall year and a half specimens.
Flowering mid summer Puya mirabilis’s seed pods are still developing. I intend on trying to grow a small army of these from seed, and after nearly six months I still wait patiently for them to mature.
Here we come to the end of my greenhouse tour. Think warm thoughts, spring is only a couple months away. Counting the days, minutes, and seconds! For those that made it this far through the post, an extra gift to you today. Check out this site, it seems like an interesting enough idea. Free Plants by Mail
As some of you may already know a couple friend’s and I have been working on a greenhouse at the nursery. We recently got a push to get things finished quickly as space is running low in the main house and the spot where my tropicals were living needs to be freed up by Monday. We put a good effort in Saturday morning and I was really blown away by how much we accomplished. The main structure is now whole, and we even got it skinned. Now all that remains is the finishing touches, a second layer of plastic and the doors in the front. By next weekend we should hopefully have it ready for the plants, of which have now been transferred to racks and have been moved to another non permanent location.
It doesn’t look much right now but soon it will be filled with many tropical oddities.
I can’t tell you enough how much I love greenhouses, what a treat it is to walk around a lush growing area at this time of year. Dianthus, cyclamen and primulas are almost ready for the first hit of spring. Next thing you know I’ll be pulling racks of Danova mix primulas, dead heading, dead heading and more dead heading. Thus is the life of a nurseryman. Having worked with this company for almost 5 years now I must say we’ve really pulled it together. While things were certainly fine when I first arrived, as the years go on one notices the recipe for success is much more fine tuned. Our fearless leaders do a great job and I’m pretty proud to be apart of it all. Everything’s looking so nice lately.
A quick December Greenhouse walk around:
Earlier this year I was reading about different techniques for taking cuttings of Dahlia imperialis. One person suggested cutting off a 1ft cutting with a growth node and to lay it down on it side. 1-2 months later it looks like the cutting is a success, new growth has started and I’m pretty sure this will be a viable cutting. Meanwhile the other cutting in which I cut the top growing tip and plopped it in the soil, is also growing quite happily. The conclusion? Dahlia imperialis cuttings are extremely easy to get going, and next year I’ll do a lot more.
Sadly my Echium pininana isn’t looking any healthier even though it lives in the warmest house on the property. Still trying have faith that it will bounce back come spring. “It’s just a little wilty, it’s still good, it’s still good!”
Succulents and tropical foliage. It was nice to spend some time with the plants today.
Sometime’s I wonder why I do this to myself. Then I quickly snap out of it, I love them!
Hamming it up with my refugee tropicals.
We’ve been blessed with gorgeous sunshine for almost two weeks now. If December was like this every year I wouldn’t be so eager to escape to the tropics.
Some people fight for the corner office, I think my view is better.
Greenhouse 1 of 6, primulas. *Shutters*
So many Dianthus super troopers. Looks like a healthy crop!
Thanks for joining me on my tour.
Filmed on an iphone, makes for a squished video.
Well well, oh to be laid off in the winter.
After two weeks of being off work much of my mental tension has been relieved and I’m almost human again. Chores and tasks that have been on hold for the last 10 months are finally starting to get done and I’ve almost caught up on a years worth of sleep deprivation. While November is probably my most hated month of the year, the short days and sleeping garden allow me to pretend to be a real person again. My garden chores are at an all time low and as night falls somewhere around 4:00pm I can actually have a life beyond plants.
Of course this doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about plants, on the contrary. In the late evenings spent on the computer I’ve been browsing plant mail-order companies, and swiping visa cards, not even the cold sting of winter will stop my insatiable appetite for strange and unusual plants. It’s a curse and a blessing all the same, I feel very fortunate to have found something I enjoy this much. I digress.
Today I went to the nursery to work on the greenhouse a couple of friends and I are building. So far it’s 32×16 lean to, next to the hottest house on the property. This should make over wintering plants much easier in the coming years, and perhaps allow me to expand my propagation madness even further. While at the nursery I also got a chance to tend to my tropical collection of which was looking a bit worse for wear. A lot of the plants are still actively growing regardless of their barely over freezing winter home, like any garden there was still work to be done. In the two weeks I’ve been gone, some of the plants had completely dried out and sagged with disapproval. Some of the others had some cold damage and had to be cleaned up to leave less opportunity for rot and/or fungus. A gardener’s job is never done.
While visiting I couldn’t help but to wonder how my good old friend, Tree Echium was doing. I must admit it’s a bit disheartening to see my once large, impressive echium, slunk down in protest against the less then tropical conditions. Sometime around the first frosts, a chill must have got into the greenhouse and my echium deflated in a hurry. While it certainly doesn’t look very happy, it’s growing tip seems healthy enough, I have a feeling it’s going to pull through. In the warm months of October it was still thriving and I watered it as regularly as I had ever done. In hindsight I think I should have let up and let it dry out a bit, when the first chills swept in I think it didn’t appreciate the wet feet. I guess I got carried away with how beautiful it was this autumn. I guess only time will tell.
More posts to come, btw thank you to all who responded so well to my plant a tree concept, a followup post is soon to follow.
Hello plant people
While going through some photos I took at the nursery the other day a thought suddenly occurred to me. I’ve been blogging about plants for nearly a year now. Actually it turns out Stupid Garden Plant’s very first post happened today last year, oh how quickly time flies. 185 posts in a year, that’s almost a post for every second day. It’s been a good year of plant blogging and so far I’m quite pleased with this creative outlet. Sure my personal journal is a bit light this year, but think of all the plant science documented. Thank you to all my readers who encourage and inspire me, without you I would be lost.
On to other topics. Life has certainly become a bit busier as of late, at times I feel a bit overwelmed. The last rush of the year is upon us at work and we’ve been frantically shipping out racks of fall mums, pansies and decorative cabbage and kale. While the orders get a little bit bigger every week, at this time of year the mix stays the same. I feel like I’m stuck in a same 2 hour time loop in which I finish one identical order after another. It brings on a strange sense of hysteria, a common emotion felt by late season nursery staff.
When I first got into this line of work I often wondered why the staff acted the way they do. Nursery workers are a strange breed of people. A bizarre sense of humor runs rampant in this business and the first lesson you should learn, is not to take anyone too seriously. If you’ve ever pulled 200 flats of gallon mums, or spent an entire day in a field of pansies, you know that familiar feeling of crazy. The guys and I are adept at overcoming the insanity, but often not without a certain amount of ridiculousness. It takes a lot of sarcasm, nonsense and down right smack talk to get through the day. We often like to joke about how we get meaner as the work gets less exciting. “This is going to be one hell of a MEAN week”
Being a bit more sensitive then some it took me a while to warm up to this kind of head space. Of course in time I have realized the value of being mean without meaning it. While the job requires some skill to accomplish properly , the tasks themselves can sometimes come off as a bit monotonous. In these moments of perpetual plant pulling a staged fight with a friend can add a bit of excitment to your day. It’s not a strange day to flip off one’s co-worker as you head up to the top of the property. Some day’s we’re downright mean, but like a family, we’re stuck together, for the good and the bad. If everyone keeps a thick hide to themselves, the game works rather well and keeps the day moving along smoothly. Unlike retail we don’t really have any new people to spice up the day, so we’d better find ways of entertaining ourselves.
All ranting aside, it’s been a couple mental weeks of plant pulling and I’m well on my way to exhausted. It’s been a great year of blogging, and I hope to continue to entertain and amaze via strange plant photos and facts. For those still hungry for some good plant posts, take a look at a couple posts that I felt stood out.