If plant recognition exists, can plants have an orgy?

Thursday, February 24th, 2011

Ongoing studies suggest (notice I say, suggest) that plants not only recognize their kin (their own species, not including a different cultivar) but act aggressive to “strangers”, or different species trying to grow in their root space. There are many articles to read on this subject which led me to staying in my office for far too long last night, freezing – but intrigued in the topic and debate. I scrolled through some pictures I took earlier in the day, and noticed all the botanical kin recognizing and un-recognizing  going on in my own garden. The pot of annuals, happily co mingling together. The lone Aloe – who’s roots expand frighteningly fast without another to crowd it out. And the Buddlea – that committed suicide last week from being associated with the Oxalis that reseeded in the same pot (or because it was really cold).

Stop and think about the relationships in your garden, I bet there are a plethora of plant liaisons. I can’t even count how many orgies I am hosting in my garden. For instance, the pleasure pot you see in the main image is a menagerie of Echeveria (not sure the species, it was a cutting/gift from a grower), Sedum (Sedum angelina), Arctotis (Arctotis acaulis) and the always fabulous Penstemon ‘Blue Springs’ (Penstemon heterophyllus). They grow wonderfully together and are clearly not recognizing that they are different species and should possibly be orgy-ing with only themselves (can you orgy with just yourself?). Maybe, kin recognition is limited to in ground planting, and the secret rule is when planted in a pot – all bets are off. It sure looks that way – that Sedum’s inhibitions are completely gone, it seems.

Adversely, the Gunnera is self loving (or self soothing… that’s a whole different post) in this wretched cold weather. No orgies for this prehistoric plant.

What kind of orgies do you have going on right now?

The Hook Up

Friday, February 11th, 2011

This beauty is a Gunnera that Rob (the famous Pitch Plant guy) gave me.

Wait.

Let me begin, from the beginning… Rob had dug up a giant cluster of gunner he had growing rampant in his garden, and asked if I wanted some. He reminded me of how giant they get and told me he had a bunch of them. I enthusiastically said Yes! I wanted them all. I am a glutton for plants, and even though my garden is tiny – between my vast driveway, little farm, and endless plant friends – I figured they would find a home. So Rob drove them to my house (encased in garbage bags, seat-belted in the back seat of his car – that looked eerily reminiscent of dead bodies) last Sunday and I now have a family of gunnera.

I planted two in my back garden, to (hopefully, one day) achieve the hermitage I’ve always wanted, in and amongst giant plant foliage. But one cluster is going into a giant pot in a really bright room I have upstairs in my house. I understand no one in history has attempted to plant gunnera inside of their house in a pot – but I will, and it will prove to be fabulous. I’ll keep you posted.

(Thanks again for the hook up, Rob!)

Here’s Sprout, pouting because I’m forcing her to take a picture next to the gunnera. She’s such a little bitch sometimes.