the last bit of yesterday was finished off at the farm, doing some general clean-up and a bit of planting. the guys weed whacked and planted clusters of jade in the succulent mother garden – i poked around taking pictures and organizing the accumulating detritus that the wind brings in on the field. on the driveway, a number of volunteers have established well in the compacted gravel. seed from Shasta Daisys, Nepeta, Stock and Feverfew – all have been brought in from my truck or the wind, and have settled nicely in various parts of the long driveway. it’s weird how you can try so hard to get something to grow in your garden, and it dies. but do nothing to cultivate a plant elsewhere, and it thrives. the mother garden is maintaining well, despite a lack of water and attention. some of the succulents are growing, but most are just maintaining, bright in color and healthy – but not exuding too much energy this time of year.
the latest at the farm
Wednesday, November 16th, 2011Pilarcitos High School Donation
Tuesday, November 1st, 2011
Pilarcitos High School was in desperate need of some sprucing up! How are these people supposed to learn when there is nothing pretty outside to distract them!? Wildflower Farms (my landscape design company), donated 2, 3 pocket woolly‘s for the cause! We planted them with a mix of herbs, strawberries and cascading perennials to create a lovely textile on the wall of the school. My favorite combination to plant in these pockets, are Annie’s Annuals wild strawberries and any ol’ snap pea. They grow fast and cascade down… making it perfect for you to walk by and snap a little snack off of the stem.
Need help getting woolly’s of your own?
Would you like to donate to this school or programs like this?
Email me @ jenn@dirtygirlgarden.com or visit www.wildflowerfarms.org
Holiday OCD
Friday, October 21st, 2011OCD is a very serious affliction. My friend Wikipedia says, “OCD is an anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce uneasiness, apprehension, fear, or worry, by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing the associated anxiety, or by a combination of such obsessions and compulsions”.
I say that is a run on sentence. I also say, when it comes to a number of unimportant things, I have OCD. Case and point, the holiday season. My sister yelled at me on the phone the other day, for simply asking her what her plans were with Christmas gifts for our mom, and if she wanted to share in a big gift from the both of us. She called me a psychopath, and reminded me that Christmas was weeks and weeks away and that she didn’t want me to even mention it. She says I, “rush the seasons, you know – like those assholes at Pottery Barn”.
I hung up the phone feeling deflated and a little hungry. Deflated from my loud-mouth banshee of a sister, and hungry because it was lunch time and the ice cream I ate for breakfast did little to curb my appetite. A short time later, while inhaling a spicy tuna roll, my mind wandered back to getting my Christmas gifts under way. I love making gifts for people, and incorporating my plant agenda any chance I get. And food (or things related to food) is always good. So I figured that some good home-made gifts would include herbs… the legal kind.
Here’s what I came up with:
Most everyone has at least one or two herbs growing in their gardens… this week do a little harvesting and set some bundles out to dry in a cool, some what dark place.
No herbs? No garden?
Steal some from a friend or neighbor or stranger’s house. You’ll be amazed with how much dried herbs you will get from a fresh bunch. Select a few that you know everyone loves (oregano, rosemary, thyme, sage) and bottle them. It will cure any impending holiday OCD that is creeping up on you.
bottles…. herbs…. plant tags…. mortar & pestle…
Chateau Bawk Bawk
Thursday, October 13th, 2011I designed a vertical garden for a client’s freshly built and devastatingly boring fence in HMB a couple weeks ago. It went from a mundane expansion of fence – to a blanket of lush textures and colors, planted in a way that makes it look like the fence is dripping with foliage and flowers (or, at least that’s how it will look in another couple months as it fills in!). In the process, I notice the contractor on site tossing out old sections of the fence, so I promptly dug them out of the trash and into the back of my pickup.
Hours later (with the help of Dustin, who can build anything out of anything!), they turned into a new coop for my babies.
Presenting: Chateau Bawk Bawk
Zombie Plants
Friday, September 30th, 2011“That plant died.”
“No. It didn’t. You fucking murdered it.”
I love when someone tells me that a plant has died.
Died.
“It died”.
Plants don’t just die. They don’t have depression, anxiety attacks or the overwhelming need for Zoloft. They are not melodramatic, write goodbye letters and commit suicides. I know it’s not good practice to use a single example to validate a statement, but I’ve never once witnessed a plant, uproot its self to draft out a will and testament, and then die.
Here is what actually happens. People or things kill them. When I say people, I mean you. When I say things, I mean natural disasters, deer, gophers, or children with an affinity to stab trees with knives (***this is a real example from a consultation I went on, where the parents would let their devil child stab the trees with a knife! Can’t wait to read about that kid in the newspapers.) I find it funny when blame is placed on the plant, and not the person who is supposed to be caring for the plant. Professionally, I’m waiting for the day that zombie plants come back to life to avenge their own deaths. I would take pleasure in seeing a poorly watered primrose come back to life, and smother an unsuspecting gardener to death. Personally, I’m waiting for the day that zombie plants come back to life and give my sister a good, old-fashion what for. She doesn’t like watering. Or bees. Or when her gardenia doesn’t flower. It’s frustrating on so many levels, and I find myself summoning a zombie attack with every insipid conversation we have about her concerns for her garden. It usually ends in me trailing off about how I’ll fertilize something with something at some point… and her driving us to the nearest wine bar, and quickly changing the topic.
Plant murderers never admit to their misdeeds. And you have to be careful, they are tricky and cloak themselves under the false identities of little old ladies, mow-blow-and go gardeners, and people working in professional buildings. The poor Philodendron in your cubical (no doubt lacking real sunlight, air circulation, water and nutrients) didn’t just die. It was a victim of a full blown office assault! Or the hapless hydrangeas, though planted with what resembled care, were subsequently murdered from lack of water while sweet Grandma Jones went away on vacation, to see her grandchildren for three weeks. Grandma Jones is a murderer.
In conclusion, it didn’t just die. You killed it.
But if you’d like a list of zombie plants (plants that seem to come back to life after just about anything!) peruse below and add some of your own:
Salvia luecantha
Salvia uglinosa
Mint
Eucalyptus
Miscanthus
Morning glory
Ivy
Alyssum
Calla Lilies
Crab Grass…
*What are some others?
fall equinox… talk dirty to me.
Thursday, September 22nd, 2011Today is the Fall Equinox (9/23/2011), an Equinox occurs twice a year when the Earth’s axis is tilted neither away nor towards the Sun. In garden terms (given there are no natural disasters where you live), your garden looks good. Probably a bit tired from the Summer’s bloom, but still full and spotted with color from the remaining mild weather. Rain and cold haven’t put it to sleep quite yet, and you still have enough time to get those last Winter veggies in the ground before turkey day.
*I l o v e this time of year.
If this time of year was a man, I’d marry it. I find myself writing “Fall” over and over on my notebooks. My papers are doodled with, “Mrs. Jennifer Fall. Mrs. Jenn Fall. Mr. & Mrs. Fall.” Let’s just say if Fall was porn, I’d be subscribing to “Deciduous Studs xxx” and having a grand old time. Yep, me and Fall are getting pretty serious.
Botanically speaking, my garden is rather schizophrenic this month. On the Coast, we had a heat wave and frost in Feb, a cold summer, and the sun is just now warming up our sea-salt-soaked bones. My lavender plants have just been sheared back from their summer blooms, the annuals are filling out and flowering, but my roses, salvias and poppies are spent. Generally gazing over the whole garden, it doesn’t look bad, but not as full and flowering as was last year.
Ah well.
In my recent nursery trips, I was able to procure some fabulous black bearded iris, black calla lilies, black poppies and black pansies. As you may or may not have guessed, I’m really into planting black flowers right now. Maybe it’s my mood from the shorter days and the darkness descending, maybe it’s Halloween inspired, or maybe I just like black. Either way, it’s Fall and I’m primed for the season!
What are the Fall plans for your garden?
recent job
Saturday, September 3rd, 2011KE’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, 2011I 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…
Alena Jean Nursery & Flower Shop
Thursday, August 18th, 2011
I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to post about Alena’s shop! Other than being friends with her forev’s, Alena’s shop is one of my weekly addictions:
Cracked out from green tea at the sushi lounge - check.
Veggies & fruit (and those crazy good malt balls) from G. Berta farm stand - check.
Flowers from Alena’s – check!
Alena opened her adorable shop on 340 Purissima (x street Mill) in Half Moon Bay, in 2005. Nestled in the amazing barn her dad (Jerry Whiting) owns and operates his landscape construction company out of. Jerry has been doing coastal landscapes since the 70′s, and has created gorgeous gardens all over HMB and beyond. She started small, just using a corner of the barn, sharing the rest with her dad. As business grew Alena booted him out and e x p a n d e d, creating a fabulous flower shop and nursery. There you will find flats and flats of gorgeous Annie’s Annuals, and other hard to find gems. Alena’s style leans towards (grabs and smacks about) the eccentric… always interesting and architectural. You will find your basic and beautiful rose and lily flower arrangement – but you’ll also find arrangements with artichokes, pods of all sorts, tillandsia, moss dripping, wild branches… in all sorts of cool vessels. However, my favorite part of the shop, is the shop itself. It’s worth a trip just putzing around and eying all of the gorgeous wood architecture and interesting fixtures. Wide plank barn wood. Irrigation key handles. Driftwood. Yep, it’s rustic heaven!
Next time you are in HMB – or need some fabulous flowers – check out Alena Jean Nursery & Flower Shop!
340 Purissima, HMB. 650.726.3662
Hours – Tues – Sat/ 10 – 5pm. Sun/ 11 – 3pm.
Sexuality in the Garden: Insects, Nature’s Pimps
Monday, August 15th, 2011Nowadays, 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.














































