Pilarcitos 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, 2011

OCD 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:

dried herb bottles for stocking stuffers... lavender, thyme, oregano, tarragon

i used metal plant labels as tags... adorbies!

let the herb smushing begin!

mortar and pestle

thyme stems after smushing

dried thyme, not weed.

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, 2011

I 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

front view of the new coop

hooks hold the romantic lights, burlap with plastic keep the rain out

a sand-blasted manzanita branch

wood from my fence, a client's fence, and driftwood from a trip to Port Townsend

happy bawk bawks, checking out my stock of plants

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?

lav. 'grosso' about to be transplanted. wonder how they will seal my fate...

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?!

Alena Jean Nursery & Flower Shop

Thursday, August 18th, 2011

Alena Jean Nursery & Flower Shop

 

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.

www.alenasdesigns.com

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.

This is me, looking dead, in Montara

Saturday, February 6th, 2010

This is me, looking dead, in Montara.

I was imagining what it would be like to die from a Fly Agaric mushroom… plus, my amazing paparazzi photographer, Carla, threw a little dirt on me and some got in my eye balls. I could tell right away the photo shoot was going to be amazing, since she was laughing at me and telling me how there was probably bugs in my hair – or that I was ingesting deadly mushroom spores. Nothing says professionalism, like when your photographer keeps looking down at the camera to review the shots, and says, “Ohhh man! That one is really bad. I’m going to delete it right now.”

But it’s not Carla’s fault. I lead her there under false pretenses, saying it would be a 30 minute trip to take a couple fun pic.’s of me next to these really cool mushrooms. (“let’s go! It’ll be sooo fun!”)And, I needed her to come – uh, like, now! – since rain was upon us. It probably wasn’t until she saw the pearl necklaces, wardrobe changes, and Dior lipgloss did she realize what she committed herself to.

I have been trapped by Carla many times before though. Back in the days where Carla did amazing flower arrangements – rather than amazing gardening – she would trick me to go with her to the SF Flower Market.

Carla: “Jenn do you want to come with me to the flower market!? It’ll be so fun and there are tons of flowers!”

Jenn: “Sure! That sounds great!”

Little did I know it meant getting there by 3-4AM and schlepping her bounty around like some sort of tired pack mule. It was cold and thankless… but for some reason, I’d keep going back with her… thinking maybe the next trip would be really fun.

So, I guess you could say I took a little pleasure forcing Carla to be my paparazzi for the morning. It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta take pic.’s of me in dirt next to deadly mushrooms.



Uh oh, dead again next to mushroom


Happy Next To Mushroom