The everbearing red raspberries are in, and they are delicious. Scrumptious. Wonderful red raspberries that go well with bananas. With watermelon. With cereal. And really well with ice cream. With just about any fruit, or just a big handful eaten while cruising the bushes. Be prepared for seeds in your teeth. Well worth the taste sensation.
Ah, there they are. Some years we have to cover them to keep off the catbirds and robins. So far this year they are uncovered and we are getting a great harvest. They have just really come in at the first of September, and will continue to bear a little until frost. Until then, great eating.
The plants tend to multiply by runner, so I have loads available for you to start your own patch. If you live nearby, give me a shout. If you are further away, maybe I can start a mail order business. A great way to extend your fruit season. My patch has been going for twenty plus years.
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Thursday, September 4, 2014
Friday, May 3, 2013
May First, 2013 - Back Yard Shots
Where does time go? It is May first already, and I am terribly behind in my gardening. It was just such a cold and gray winter that I had difficulty waking up from hibernation. It will be a summer where I have to buy all of my vegetable starts, because I don't even have peppers or tomatoes!
| A couple of driftwood pieces by the Ash tree |
| Bleeding Heart |
| Pause between spring and summer bloomers |
| Rescued kale from park compost pile |
| Enjoying salad greens, May 1, 2013 |
| Anticipate a great garlic harvest the first of July |
| Everbearing raspberry bed starting up |
| Leaf pile still to be shredded, even more work |
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Early May Flowers
Yesterday's blog showed the lay out of the back yard garden, but did not include pictures of many of the plants currently in bloom. So here are shots taken yesterday of some color spots around the yard.
The tree peony is in full bloom now, with each flower six inches across. Unlike the common peony, tree peonies become a small shrub that has branches that don't die back in the winter. They are very slow growing, and supposedly Do Not like to be moved. So if you get one, make sure of the spot you put it in because if it likes that spot, it may well outlast you!
The Jack-in-the-pulpit are in bloom right now, but I forgot to take their picture yesterday. But they are multiplying out of control, so they are an entrant on the give away list. Anyone interested?
The ajuga or bugle weed has invaded the Pachysandra bed. Interesting, as the Pachysandra is quite an invader itself. I was delighted a few years back when the ajuga appeared in the garden as a single volunteer. It generally behaves itself, staying in shady areas that don't dry to the bone in summer. Certainly looks pretty in the bed above in the early morning dappled light.
I like the weigelia, as it behaves and stays in bounds most of the time. It gets pruned maybe every other year, and puts on a beautiful spring blooming session every May. It continues to do well in a spot that gets very little, if any, direct sun light.
I bought the Sweet Woodruff from the donation tent at the Wilmington Flower Market maybe twenty years ago as a little inhabitant in a two inch pot. I planted it under the White Ash where it took hold before its desire to wander around the yard. Now it is in several spots, providing a beautiful delicate green back ground with dainty white flowers in early May. In the dry heat of the summer it gets absolutely decimated and dies back to brown twigs in places. Don't pull it out! It will likely return to its full glory in the next damp spring.
The shot of the Bleeding Heart above is to illustrate just how big they get, if only for a brief time. The foliage will start to fade to pale yellow shortly, and then die back to the ground. But they won't be dead, just resting to come back even bigger next year. This year I probably have ten different clumps around, so please speak up if interested.
The yellow euonymus does not flower, but obviously can add a huge blast of color. And it sticks around permanently. While this plant is mainly a ground cover, if not pruned it will grow into a short shrub, or even climb trees to a height of 20 feet or more. The white variegated form I also have is much less hardy than the yellow form, so may be preferable if you fear an invasion. All are easy to propagate from branch cuttings, so these little babies could be mailed most anywhere.
I can clearly remember finding a small clump of Star of Bethlehem growing behind the hedge years ago. Digging it up and transplanting it to a garden bed. Proudly telling Cindy that morning that I had found a beautiful little wild flower. For free! Well, like the violets to the left in the picture above, we will be at war with these two wildflowers till the day we quit gardening. Then their legions of offspring will live to battle on with the new homeowners. I know the violets are edible, so maybe we should just start eating them. That would stop them in their tracks. The people at Bellevue put in a butterfly garden last year and even welcomed donations of violets. Unfortunately, their enthusiasm waned after only two wagonsfull. The current supply of violets popping up in the back bed makes one afraid to sleep at night lest they should try to move indoors. I wonder if the Star of Bethlehem bulbs are edible?
The scilla is a relative of the hyacinths, looking somewhat like a wood hyacinth, only taller. Yep, I found this clump growing under the back privet hedge and moved it into the garden. Unfortunately, the leaves just fall to the ground, but the flower stalks are quite lovely. This bunch should be divided after the plant dies back. I noticed a couple of days ago that the mother plant behind the hedge is back. I vaguely remember having left a couple of bulbs there from my previous scavenge. Had I intended to move the whole clump, I luckily missed some bulbs.
These daisies are about to bloom soon. They will be a beautiful sight. Wouldn't you like them in your garden rather than in my bunny protected enclosure. While we are digging them out, how many thousand raspberry plants would you like? I really don't understand why nurseries have to grow the stuff that I can't even get rid of. And to think the raspberries began their reign as five sticks that arrived by mail.
Tis time to quit writing, get some breakfast, put on the gloves, and head out to battle. Garden on.
| Jack-in-the-pulpit and Tree Peony, 5-5-11 |
| Tree Peony, 5-5-11 |
The tree peony is in full bloom now, with each flower six inches across. Unlike the common peony, tree peonies become a small shrub that has branches that don't die back in the winter. They are very slow growing, and supposedly Do Not like to be moved. So if you get one, make sure of the spot you put it in because if it likes that spot, it may well outlast you!
The Jack-in-the-pulpit are in bloom right now, but I forgot to take their picture yesterday. But they are multiplying out of control, so they are an entrant on the give away list. Anyone interested?
| Ajuga and Pachysandra, 5-5-11 |
The ajuga or bugle weed has invaded the Pachysandra bed. Interesting, as the Pachysandra is quite an invader itself. I was delighted a few years back when the ajuga appeared in the garden as a single volunteer. It generally behaves itself, staying in shady areas that don't dry to the bone in summer. Certainly looks pretty in the bed above in the early morning dappled light.
| Weigelia, 5-5-11 |
| Looking through the weigelia, 5-5-11 |
I like the weigelia, as it behaves and stays in bounds most of the time. It gets pruned maybe every other year, and puts on a beautiful spring blooming session every May. It continues to do well in a spot that gets very little, if any, direct sun light.
| Bleeding Heart and Sweet Woodruff, 5-5-11 |
| Sweet Woodruff, 5-5-11 |
I bought the Sweet Woodruff from the donation tent at the Wilmington Flower Market maybe twenty years ago as a little inhabitant in a two inch pot. I planted it under the White Ash where it took hold before its desire to wander around the yard. Now it is in several spots, providing a beautiful delicate green back ground with dainty white flowers in early May. In the dry heat of the summer it gets absolutely decimated and dies back to brown twigs in places. Don't pull it out! It will likely return to its full glory in the next damp spring.
The shot of the Bleeding Heart above is to illustrate just how big they get, if only for a brief time. The foliage will start to fade to pale yellow shortly, and then die back to the ground. But they won't be dead, just resting to come back even bigger next year. This year I probably have ten different clumps around, so please speak up if interested.
| Yellow euonymus, 5-5-11 |
| Yellow euonymus, 5-5-11 |
The yellow euonymus does not flower, but obviously can add a huge blast of color. And it sticks around permanently. While this plant is mainly a ground cover, if not pruned it will grow into a short shrub, or even climb trees to a height of 20 feet or more. The white variegated form I also have is much less hardy than the yellow form, so may be preferable if you fear an invasion. All are easy to propagate from branch cuttings, so these little babies could be mailed most anywhere.
| Star of Bethlehem, 5-5-11 |
I can clearly remember finding a small clump of Star of Bethlehem growing behind the hedge years ago. Digging it up and transplanting it to a garden bed. Proudly telling Cindy that morning that I had found a beautiful little wild flower. For free! Well, like the violets to the left in the picture above, we will be at war with these two wildflowers till the day we quit gardening. Then their legions of offspring will live to battle on with the new homeowners. I know the violets are edible, so maybe we should just start eating them. That would stop them in their tracks. The people at Bellevue put in a butterfly garden last year and even welcomed donations of violets. Unfortunately, their enthusiasm waned after only two wagonsfull. The current supply of violets popping up in the back bed makes one afraid to sleep at night lest they should try to move indoors. I wonder if the Star of Bethlehem bulbs are edible?
| Scilla, 5-5-11 |
The scilla is a relative of the hyacinths, looking somewhat like a wood hyacinth, only taller. Yep, I found this clump growing under the back privet hedge and moved it into the garden. Unfortunately, the leaves just fall to the ground, but the flower stalks are quite lovely. This bunch should be divided after the plant dies back. I noticed a couple of days ago that the mother plant behind the hedge is back. I vaguely remember having left a couple of bulbs there from my previous scavenge. Had I intended to move the whole clump, I luckily missed some bulbs.
| Daisies to bloom soon, 5-5-11 |
These daisies are about to bloom soon. They will be a beautiful sight. Wouldn't you like them in your garden rather than in my bunny protected enclosure. While we are digging them out, how many thousand raspberry plants would you like? I really don't understand why nurseries have to grow the stuff that I can't even get rid of. And to think the raspberries began their reign as five sticks that arrived by mail.
Tis time to quit writing, get some breakfast, put on the gloves, and head out to battle. Garden on.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Horse sh..., manure story
Wrote this before my blogging days, so it doesn't have any neat little pictures.
From an email from my sister Sally, without her permission. Hope you don't mind kiddo.
Just got back from shoveling a load of horse manure into the truck. Might wait for Mark to help me shovel it out! I'm so aware of the need for soil improvement. Thank goodness I found a free source of manure. The 20 mile drive is a very pleasant one, through some beautiful countryside.
So you think she must be weird like her little brother. That we must come from a gardening family. Nope, Dad was a lawyer/banker who thought it was totally illogical for people to spend big time and money for gardening when you could just go to the store and buy a perfectly horrible tomato. Mom would try year after year to grow tomatoes in the one spot in the yard that got four hours of sun a day. You already know that result. Dad's only respect for my gardening endeavors was that he was intrigued when the purple beans miraculously turned green upon cooking.
Enough already, what about horse sh..., manure. When I was eight years old, our family moved into a big old stone barn that had been remodeled into a very neat place for a kid to call home. Across the street lived David, my age, and Larry his brother who was a couple of years older though none the wiser than us youngins. They were my buddies in crime growing up, till college moved me away. Well David and Larry's father, Mr. G. - I won't use his name for fear that he might rise from the dead to come back and thrash me - was into the horses. The ones that had the little carts behind, the sulkies? Mr. G. had a brilliant idea that he could own a horse and race it. And of course become a millionaire. And retire and live happily ever after. He got permission from a neighbor to clear a couple of acres of woods behind us to build a corral and a two stall horse barn. He did this I think by his own hand, so you can well imagine the time, money, energy and sweat poured into that black hole. Well the horse did what most horses do which was eat and sh.., and not win horse races. In the meantime, the horse manure pile grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger still. I suspect that being on fairly high ground in Delaware to start with, that the top of Mount Manure may well have been the highest point in the lowly state.
Well after a couple of years of non winnings, the horse farm was shut down. A couple of years later yet, I was out looking for raspberries - even back then - and remembered that they grew in the overgrown remnants of the horse corral. A better place to look than the patch across the street protected by the stinging nettles mixed in. Well after a time, I found a patch of berries that were the biggest, plumpest, most delicious berries I had ever seen or tasted, even to this day. Yep, you guessed it. Growing upon the remnants of Mount Manure were the best berries this world has ever seen. Bar none. So if you want great berries, buy a horse? The pick up truck method seems far easier.
Maybe next year I'll go across town to see if anything is left of the patch some 40 years later. Probably all shaded in. Whoops I lied. Come to think of it, it is more than 40 years later.
Be Berry delicious. - George
Be Berry delicious. - George
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