falling into the season

Saturday, September 3rd, 2011

I can’t believe Fall is almost here. It truly is the most perfect time of year for us Coastsiders… the waves have been gorgeous, the weather is turning from frigid to warm, and plants in my garden are finally starting to perk up and blossom. I’ve had growth and flowers all year, but it seemed like there was never that initial big swell of growth. You know, when you can almost see your plants expanding before your eyes. One week you walk by and everything looks nice, then the next you walk by and everything is completely out of control… lush, co-mingling and gorgeous. I feel like I haven’t really seem that much this year.

The seasonal change really hit me around friday of this past week. I dragged my plague infected self out of bed (sick w/ strep/cold/gnarly stomach flu for 2 weeks!) and slowly drove to HMB Nursery – top 5 places on Earth that leaves me completely happy. I gingerly pushed the cart down aisles of 4″ perennials, careful not to over do it. And by “over do it” I mean, not to barf or spend too much money. After filling up the cart, I headed up toward the register and saw the bulb boxes. For the 11th time (11 years of STILL finding myself surprised) I said, “Bulbs already!”. It is the one thing each year that reminds me another year has come and gone, and I am ever closer to that compost heap in the sky. Seriously, it freaks me out to see how bulbs are coming into nurseries earlier and earlier. I’m still picking my dahlias and now I need to think about tulips? It seems ungodly or something…

 

Maybe I’m just being too dramatic. What do you think about the fall/winter almost upon us? Are you finding bulbs anywhere?!

recent job

Saturday, September 3rd, 2011

KE’s job has been pretty much a dream. Great client, great property, and all the plants are happy! This has been the weirdest year of weather, and not every project I’ve worked on have grown in as much as they normally do by this time of year. I guess the constant blanket of fog in August was not conducive to fabulous growing. In any event, this job has been great. I love deigning projects for men.

Men = foliage color.

Men = succulents.

Men = dark colors and no pink!

It’s heaven. The pic above are simple spanish lavender, agave attenuata, black smoke bush and a ‘lime light’ viburnum. The soil in this part of HMB is a gorgeous clay, loam which (minus the gophers) makes for perfect growing conditions. I’m not a huge fan of bark (shown – cedar chips) as a mulch, but it was insisted upon, and at the least smells great when you walk on it.

Wide, long bands of spanish lavender, carex grass and black iris (among others) – run along side the vast lawn. The quick growing perennials and grasses will fill in fast, creating a giant, textured sweep throughout the entire back garden. I am not a huge fan of lawn for many reasons – but if one insists upon lawn (and one did!) than No-Mow is the only way to go. Mow it once a year and it looks fabulous. Little water, even less fertilizer and it grows long and lush rapidly. It truly is the prefect lawn for a picnic or naked lounging (so I’ve been told). The pic below was after it was just installed, so it’s much shorter and yellower than it will be in a few weeks.

The dudleyas line the hand-cut, blue tumbled stone pathway beautifully. I’m excited to see them grow in and mix about with the layers of thyme and echeveria.

Succulent Gardens

Thursday, September 1st, 2011

I visited Robin’s nursery about 2 weeks ago… soon after found out I had strep throat. Strep is not conducive to creative posting, so I held off. Albeit a bit late, here are some pics and info from my adventure:

We left early for Succulent Gardens, located in Moss Landing… a sleepy little coast town that has always held my attention. Anything that involves the ocean, nurseries, and fish tacos – holds my attention. If you have never been to SG, you should – like – right now. Imagine greenhouses of perfectly fabulous little succulent ninjas – all ready to be bought and to kick-ass in your garden! I went there to pick out plants for a client and a personal project. It’s my 9th year of shopping there, but each time I go it’s like a kid in a candy store, writing a really big check!

The drive down is lovely, especially accompanied by your sweetie and your favorite podcast. You can’t beat driving down the HYW 1 coast line, with Swanton Berry Farm on your left, ocean on your right, and a smattering of other local farms stands along the way. You also pass the Moss Landing slough which really is beautiful. I wasn’t feeling up to hike about, but it’s on my to-do list for next time.

Succulents always seem so abundant to me… the tiniest cutting can create such a gorgeous mass of growth. Above is a picture of echeverias drying out a bit before propagation…ready for the garden in a few months.

OH! SG is having an event… check it out! Looks like all kinds of fun…

Sexuality in the Garden: Insects, Nature’s Pimps

Monday, August 15th, 2011

Nowadays, sex is easy to come by. A meal bought, a bottle of wine consumed and hot botanist later, you’ll find yourself blissfully falling asleep and satiated. (You can go here, here or here.) But for most plant life, sex is a bit trickier. Imagine being firmly rooted, seeing a potential mate, feeling the urge and not being able to reach out and say, “Hey, are you from Tennessee? Cause your the only ten I see!”.

Devastating, right?

Take for instance a simple Coconut Palm tree (Cocos nucifera), a tree that can grow on a beach, drop it’s fruit, ultimately getting swept away by the tides, and redeposited on another beach thousands of miles away. This coconut (not a botanical nut at all, but a fruit) can germinate and grow on a beach, so far from it’s species with only a washed up bottle of  rum, and the soft, distant melody of steel drums to keep it company.

With such a divide, it’s amazing how these trees pollinate and reproduce. Even self pollinators need some help (by wind, insects, etc.) with getting off, so to speak. However, Nature has that covered by introducing pollinators. Insects such as, honey bees, wasps, moths, flies and beetles – eat and mate within flowers, collecting pollen on their bodies, and transferring that pollen to other plants. Arguably, these pollinators act as the most successful Pimps, in the history of “Pimpdom“. Not only are the plants getting what they need – hot, nasty, throw-me-down pollination – but the insects are benefiting immensely as well. In the form of money – one might conclude. A safe place to hide in, eat from, and mate among is damn fine payment for a little exchange of plant jiz.

Although it may seem like the insect is doing all the “dirty” work, some flowers can aid the pimping process along, quite ingeniously. Take, for instance, the Yucca flaccida plant, which has evolved to attract the Tegeticula yuccasella moth. The yucca provides food for the moth’s larvae, and in exchange, the female moths pollinate. First gathering up to a dozen pollinia within the yucca flower and forming them into a golden mass with her prehensile palpi. When ready, she crawls into the flower and positions herself in such a way that her egg deposit into the flowers ovary wall (between the carpels). A single, slender egg is inserted into the flower’s ovule chamber. After laying, she takes the pollinia and draws them back and forth over the stigma, pressing pollen into the central stigmatic depression. This insures pollination of the flower in which she has deposited an egg. Germinating pollen grains send up to hundreds of sperm-bearing pollen tubes into the ovary, resulting in the fertilization of hundreds of ovules (immature seeds) inside, some of which provide food for the hungry moth larva. Sex had. Moth paid. Transaction completed.

In conclusion, in the words of the late, great Notorious B.I.G., “Pimpin’ ain’t easy, but it sure is fun!”.

 

A few of the BAPP’s crew have come together for a united post! For more fantastic plant/sex posts, check out – Derek‘s, Katie‘s and Rob‘s.

a botanical BFF

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011

The other night coming in from work, I tossed my collections from the day (paper work, keys, phone, jacket, usually some sort of branch or piece of bark or both, etc.) onto the kitchen table, and headed for the nearest glass of wine I could find. Luckily one was available for me in my kitchen, and I perched on the counter simultaneously picking dirt out from under my nails, sipping the Sangiovese and retracing the events of the day in my head.

“Did I remember to plant that last chamomile?”. Yep.

“Was everything watered?”. Yep.

“Was the hose turned off?”. Probably.

“Do cupcakes and wine make for a sufficient dinner?”. Let’s find out…

Then I remembered my marimo friends, and how I have been a bit neglectful of them the past few weeks. It’s hard running hugecorporations, being a plant blogger socialite, and making time for your botanical BFF’s! Conveniently, the marimo are self sufficient and fairly low maintenance friends. I can breeze in for a visit with them, catching up on what they think about the latest episode of the Real Housewives or we can debate about the debt crisis. They are flexible with topics and conversation. Marimo (or Lake Balls) are a species of algae (Aegagropila sauteri), usually found (and harvested from) Japan. This underwater algae, exhales oxygen which collects as small bubbles entangled in their “fur”. When enough gas has accumulated, the marimo rises to the surface. It breaks the water with a gentle plop and rolls around languidly until most of the gas has escaped. Then it sinks to the bottom for a little R&R and to collect more bubbles. This is one of the ways it keeps it’s round shape as it grows.

Apparently, when you order these marimo from a bootleg site that no longer exists anymore and most likely stole my identity online they can be accompanied by a snail. A few weeks after I got mine, Mildred appeared. Her and I have become fast friends, and she happily rules the balls – never to escape or terrorize anything. (More on Mildred in another post…)

It’s nice being so well understood and loved by low forms of plant and molluscan life.

After we decided who was the most wretched beast on the last Real Housewives episode Ramona, and agreed dead Bees should be used as a form of American currency, I bid my marimo pals adieu for the evening, and retired to bed.

Mildred and the Marimo

BAPP-ers admiring Mildred and her balls

BAPP’s Party!

Monday, August 1st, 2011

 

Thank you so much to everyone who could make it (and the couple who got stuck in traffic :( Megan&Matti) for coming to our 2nd BAPP get together. It was awesome to have all of you over to chat about carnivores, bottle orchids, heavy metal and cupcakes and tons of botanical dorkery!

(PS – Rob, I stole this pic from you! Hope that’s ok!)

(PSS – I have so much alcohol left over… we must do this again soon!)

tub time…

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

This is strictly an unapologetic plug for my fabulous product line, Garden Apothecary. Rob (pitcher plant madness!) hooked me up and p i m p-ed my pic’s for the product line. Look how great they came out:

What do you think???

Repurposing

Tuesday, July 19th, 2011

Behold!

A busted pittosporum tree that some gophers jacked!

Now, it’s yet another strange ornamentation affixed in my garden. I wrapped some coir in the branches, and nestled a bit of ‘Elfin’ thyme. Let’s see how long it lasts until the chickens demolish it.

Sweet dogs, get the fu*k out of my way!

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

I bet National Geographic photogs think they really have it rough. Taking dramatics pictures of lions stalking their prey in South Africa. Stealing gorgeous underwater images of penguins ascending in the ocean of Antarctica. Or capturing exotic photographs of the everyday life of nomads in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. I have three simple letters for them: BFD.

 

Readers, blog photography isn’t the piece of cake it looks like it is! (Although, maybe it would be a bit easier with a piece of cake… like delicious lemon cake, or even a cupcake. I would take pound cake for that matter.)

 

To prove my waste of time theory, here is a photo-log of my trials and tribulations of trying to take just one picture of the darling pansy growing through a crack on my driveway. Alas, my mangy mutts got in the way. Foiling my efforts yet again! Until the last picture, when they left, but it still came out blurry and I decided to quit being a pansy paparazzi. You won this round (again, see this past post) Nat Geo assholes!

the buzz on bee’s wings

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

I took this picture in a client’s garden a few weeks ago, and found myself instantly enamored with the detail in the bee’s wings. Constantly carrying a camera on me, paired with constantly being amongst dirt and the like, tends to make for great pictures. This bee picture being one of them, as it quickly became my muse on the subject of bee’s wings.

The Western or European honey bee (Apis mellifera) have two pairs of wings, the fore wing being larger and the hind being the smaller of the two. Each wing is flat, thin, membranous and strengthened by various veins. The wings have 8 sets of muscles that move these wings in the precise way necessary for flight. A honey bee’s wings are arranged in two pairs that are coupled together by a row of hooks on the hind wing that grip in a groove that exists on the rear edge of the fore wing. As the wings unfold for flight the hooks automatically fall into the groove and lock the two wings into a single aerofoil surface. Although the wings are coupled they are still relatively flexible due to a chemical that moves through the hollow veins. This traveling chemical allows for the wings to bend considerably while in flight.

However, just flapping the wings does not result in flight. The driving force results from a propeller-like twist given to each wing during the upstroke and the down-stroke. Slight variations in the actual angles of the wings determine whether the bee hovers, moves forwards or turns. When bees need to compensate for heavier cargo, they don’t flap their wings faster – they stretch out their wing stroke amplitude. This way of compensation, has spurred much research for model designs for aircrafts that hover in place, and can carry loads for disaster relief efforts.

Honey bees have an incredibly rapid wing beat. The fruit fly (that is 1/8th the size) flaps it’s wings 200 times each second – the much larger honey bee flaps 230 times per second (this is just for hovering – not transporting pollen, etc.). As an insect gets smaller, their aerodynamic performance decreases and to compensate they tend to flaps their wings faster. A honey bee can fly for up to six miles in one flight, and as fast as 15 miles per hour.

Bees buzz by generating rapid wing-beats that create wind vibrations, which people hear as buzzing. The larger the bee, the slower the wing beat, and lower the buzzing. Other bees, such as bumblebees, are capable of vibrating their wing muscles and thorax (one form of buzzing) while visiting flowers – this helps shake pollen off flowers for easier collection. Honey bees are incapable of this kind of pollen collection, thus quiet while foraging. Bees use their wings for flight, as well as thermoregulation, hive communication, and pollen harvest/collection.

Interesting, no?