Ilex verticillata ‘Winter Red’

Garden Trout

Imperata cylindrica ‘Red Baron’

Fargesia rufa ‘Green Panda’; Aspidistra elatior ‘Alahi’; Danae racemosa

Confused forsythia bloom

mossy, fecund thoughts about gardening and nature
Ilex verticillata ‘Winter Red’

Garden Trout

Imperata cylindrica ‘Red Baron’

Fargesia rufa ‘Green Panda’; Aspidistra elatior ‘Alahi’; Danae racemosa

Confused forsythia bloom

I’m all for celebrating insect life in the garden, except when it’s something like this:

My son enjoys jumping past these azalea bushes in our front yard on the way to the front door. Luckily he spotted this behemoth before he brushed past it and angered its occupants.

Removing the hive was a scary process, but the denizens (which we surmised were Bald-faced Hornets) weren’t overly aggressive and luckily I didn’t get a single sting.
Later, we opened it up to investigate, and discovered the architecture of the hive: layers upon layers of thin walls protecting the eggs in the middle. We felt a bit guilty at having laid waste to this tiny society.

But sometimes the humans come first.
Grapevine Christmas Tree

Family Pictures


Hymnal
Balloon Man
Dog Treats

Opening Presents

Cleaning Up

Leftovers

Mount Cuba Center, in Hockessin, Delaware (near Wilmington), has long been on my garden visit bucket list. It is a paradise of native Piedmont plants, and an inspiration for all of us living in “suburban woodlands” here in the mid-Atlantic.
What I learned: the key to a great Woodland Garden is open shade. They had almost all of their big shade trees limbed way up, plus there were a lot of tulip poplars, which don’t have low limbs anyway. There was plenty of bright filtered light for the wildflowers to bloom in abundance.
Enjoy the photos!

You wish the woods in your neighborhood looked like this, instead of being smothered in invasive vines.

Ferns emerging from Purple Phacelia (Phacelia bipinnatifida) plus some Wood Poppies and Bottlebrush Buckeye in the back.

They have a lilac allee there, left over from the orginial duPont garden plan. Here is my sister taking a whiff. Mmmmm.

A view toward the meadow with Quaker Ladies in the foreground. I want to come back in the late summer to see the meadow in its glory.

I believe this is a Southern Red Trillium (Trillium sulcatum) floating over a sea of Rue Anenome (Thalictrum thalictroides?)

The circular formal garden (another remnant from the original duPont house) was planted out with electric blue delphiniums and the most fabulous array of peach, pink, and yellow tulips of different heights. Awesome!

Yellow Mandarin (Disporum lanuginosum). A unique perennial with delicate little yellowish flowers that hang down….hard to see with the green background.
Things have been rough at work lately. Test scores have plummetted, students are troubled, many teachers are talking mutiny or early retirement. Morale is generally in the toilet.
On the drive home from work, I find that stopping for a large chocolate chip cookie and a Frappuchino from Starbucks is often just the pick-me-up I need to transition from work to home, where I will be greeted by a gregarious old yellow lab and a still-very-wiggly seven-year-old boy, both of whom will be requesting play and attention. (The martini, slippers, and newspaper are nowhere in sight!)
I may not be installing giant lakes, building fake temples, or displacing villages full of peasants, but I have been improvin’ my landscape lately, indeed I have.
First, an update on the play structure thingee I started building in February. To refresh your memory, here is what it looked like several weeks ago:
I’ll I’ll be honest. I had a hard time figuring out how to approach this topic. As I have mentioned before, I am New Dirt and not Old Dirt, meaning I do not come from a long line of gardeners, but rather picked up this obsession at age 36 with no influence from parents or grandparents. Like Constantine’s conversion to Christianity, my conversion to a life of gardening was sudden and complete. (Whether or not Constantine was pruning Euonymus at the time of his revelation, as I was, is not clear.)