Descanso’s Camellias are Short-Timers

From 7/27/10 New York Times on how public gardens are scrambling to keep visitors interested:

Because of environmental concerns, Descanso Gardens, near Los Angeles, is doing the once-unthinkable: it plans to uproot its historic — but nonnative — collection of camellias, some as tall as 30 feet, which were planted decades ago under the shade of natural woodlands. ‘It’s a fantasy forest,’ says Brian Sullivan, the director of horticulture and garden operations.”

“But the fantasy cannot be sustained. Camellias require so much water that it is killing the trees — not to mention being wasteful. Descanso will relocate the camellias, even though some will be lost, and allow the woodlands to return to their native state. ‘We expect opposition and kudos both,’ Mr. Sullivan said.

“But Descanso still must reach out beyond its aging membership group, he added, so it is remaining open in the evening; offering cocktails (including the Pollinator) at a new Camellia Lounge; breaking ground on a $2.1 million art gallery whose exterior walls will be hung with vertical plant trays that will blend into a turf roof; and maintaining an edible garden dense with fruits, vegetables and herbs that are donated to a local food bank.”

Descanso is a public garden I rarely visit, so I can’t even visualize where the camellia grove is. I don’t make an effort to visit the camellias at the Huntington either. But it’s interesting to hear of the old guard being shaken up. I’m all for that. But I’d always thought mature camellias were somewhat drought tolerant. There’s a huge camellia on my street in a neglected, unwatered garden that flowers profusely.

I don’t grow camellias, so have no suitable archived photo for the occasion, but how about a photo of Garbo, who played Camille? Some faces almost approach the perfection of flowers.

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This Plant Stinks

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Plectranthus neochilus, a very nice plant, similar to the Cuban oregano, Plectranthus amboinicus. but this plectranthus really stinks.
I’m hoping it can fill nepeta’s shoes, a plant impossible to grow with cats roaming the garden. Something tough and textural, not too big.
So far, so good; everyone is avoiding this plant like the plague. Some sleepy mornings I shuffle a little too close, that scent hits the air, and then I’m wide awake.

Stink doesn’t usually bother me in a plant. For example, when I read of gardeners complaining of the stink of clary sage, Salvia sclarea, I think “If only!”
If only the snails would leave it alone, that is, I’d put up with whatever stink it has to offer. Melianthus major, the honeybush, has its own peculiar odor.
Whether it strikes you as peanut butter or old socks, it’s not a scent to delight in.

But this plectranthus is pushing even my tolerance for stink. Distinctly skunk-like.
I like its water-thrifty ways and pagoda-like structure of the flowers though, so for now it stays, but I’m dreading when it’s time to trim it back.

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School Gardens

The April 2010 issue of The Atlantic, which I grabbed for haircut reading yesterday, published letters to the editor (“Grading the Gardens”) in response to their January/February article by Caitlin Flanagan entitled ‘Cultivating Failure.” Readers of Gardenrant might remember the dust-up this piece incited on January 22, 2010.

Briefly, Flanagan argued a causal link between what she deems useless school activities, like including a couple hours of gardening a week into the curriculum, foisted on schools, she feels, by misguided liberals, and a decline in student academic performance, that including gardening in the curriculum “thrust[s] thousands of schoolchildren into the grip of a giant experiment, one that is predicated on a set of assumptions that are largely unproved, even unexamined.”

For those who found the Garden Rant discussion of interest, the letters to the editor further extend that discussion. Letters to editors have become one of my favorite forms of reading, both online and in print. Eric Schlosser (Fast Food Nation) and Delaine Eastin, Former California Superintendent of Public Instruction, Davis, California, both contributed letters in disagreement with Ms. Flanagan’s position. Mr. Schlosser starts his letter with “It’s good to see that The Atlantic, once the literary home of Mark Twain, is publishing satire again.”

Ms. Flanagan’s printed response to the letters hews to her assertion that it was the “complete lack of research, combined with the widespread adoption of the garden curriculum, that prompted me to write the essay,” and then urges all readers with children enrolled in such a program to visit the The California School Garden Network website and check out the curriculum for themselves.

Here’s an outline of the curriculum found on the above website.

* Getting to Know Your Garden: Garden Basics — Bed & box Preparation, Tools & Equipment
* Digging In: Soil, Weather, and Seasons
* Seeds and Planting: Propagation, Germination, Transplanting
* The Growing Plant: Botany, Reproduction, Pollination, and Life Cycles
* Garden Habitat: Critters, Beneficial Insects and Pest Control
* Garden Stewardship: Watering, Weeding, Erosion, and Crop Maintenance
* Harvest: Seed Saving, Food Storage and Processing
* Composting: Recycling, Organic Gardening, and Soil Amendment
* From Farm to Table: Food Systems at Work
* Gifts From the Earth: Plant Based Crafts
* Cooking and Eating for Healthy Living: Eat Well for Nutrition
* Food Around the World: Origins, History, and Cultural Uses of Foods

Judging by Ms. Flanagan’s outrage, you’d think the curriculum also mandates that students go barefoot, forever exchange pencils for spades, and take a vow of poverty.

The third letter, by Mary White, Los Angeles, California, pretty much was the letter I would’ve written, that the subject of gardens and gardening is as vast and all-encompassing as life itself. Ms. White writes: “Many subjects can be illustrated through a garden – biology and chemistry through study of soil and plants, as well as business through inventory, transportation, and sales of the produce.” I would have added art, history, linguistics, research and library science skills, earth sciences, resource management. Ms. White goes on to describe her work with students in a special-ed school. Ms. Flanagan’s response to Ms. White’s letter? “Mary White speaks to the essentially vocational nature of garden classes. This may be appropriate in the special-education context, but not in the instruction of kids whose goals is a rigorous academic curriculum that will bring them to college.”

It does leave you wondering if Ms. Flanagan is a satirist masquerading as a serious journalist.

(My Dolichos lablab, other than being in the plant kingdom, has nothing whatever to contribute to this discussion. But will you look at those purple pods! I need to take one of these pods to the Benjamin Moore paint store and say, “Match this.”)

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July in the Front Garden

The Spanish poppies, P. ruprifagrum, are still blooming, but if I pull out the wayward stalks with their seed capsules leaning every which way, I can manage to get some photos of the other plants that live here. This narrow garden is just two planting beds flanking the main walkway to the front door (you know, where the lawn usually grows…)


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The red yucca, Hesperaloe parviflora, has such long-lasting blooms, you’d think I’d occasionally get a photo of them.

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Weeding the poppies, I noticed that agave Mr. Ripple is offsetting, throwing some pups quite a distance away from the mother plant. That’s a little scary.

This little agave, ‘Blue Glow,’ is much better behaved.

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From further back, with the little Pelargoniun ionidflorum to the right, a very tough customer. The burgundy-flowered Pelargonium sidoides also thrives here in almost xeric conditions.

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Another ‘Blue Glow’ agave tucked in close to phormiums and the Brachysema praemorsum ‘Bronze Butterfly,’ the nasella grass, and poppy seedpods, of course. A little more thinning might be in order.

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Ornamental oreganos flourish in the bone-dry conditions.

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Even though every plant in this photo is green, what different texture each brings to the garden. The Euphorbia nicaeensis, on the left, has gotten a little too happy here.

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Samphire

You’d think selecting plants based on leaves, flowers, bark, and berries would be more than enough criteria to consider, but occasionally the quest for plants takes in other, less tangible considerations, at least for me, and certain plants can edge out others in desirability for reasons other than their good looks.

Take samphire. Isn’t that the most gorgeous word? The hard “m” to bite into, unlike “sapphire,” which spills (or luffs, for sailors) all that air.


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Weather Report

A couple days of over 90-degree heat woke the tropicals up.

Tibouchina heteromalla

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But we’re back to overcast skies and drizzle, lovely for late July.

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In the Tom Waits-inspired, emotional weather report category, we’ve been frantic about a baby mockingbird, who either jumped or fell out of his nest this morning. Evie the cat had him cornered, but the parents were unrelenting in their defense and drove Evie away. We picked up the little guy in a file folder, transferred him to an empty straw basket, and put the basket back in the fringe tree, just below the original nest. Just a few minutes ago, a mocker fed him a worm in the faux nest. What a relief! And all cats are house-bound for the next couple days while flight training proceeds.

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Foliage Followup

The book-end to Bloom Day, the 15th of every month, is when leaves get their due, Foliage Followup, the brainchild of Pam at Digging, who’s been regaling us in words and photos with an account of the recent blogger mash-up in Buffalo, New York.

One of the mossed orbs on a 5-foot stand. Snails rarely climb this high, or I find them in the morning when they’ve just arrived at their destination and are too exhausted to eat.
Not too sure if snails really ever exhaust themselves, but for whatever reason, these succulents go unmolested.

The variegated succulent in the upper left is an impostor, not a succulent at all, but a chunky-leaved plectranthus, Cuban oregano, growing compact and lean on a succulent diet.

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Sybarites Unite!

The cats have completely taken over the biv, as they do all the choice sitting spots.

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Work schedule causes summer to hurtle along into fall. I know, I’m grateful in such perilous times to have the work. But amidst this unjust state of affairs, where there are those who work too much, some can’t find enough, some find none at all, it occurs to me that gardeners are the true sybarites of the world. Who enjoys the world more than us? (Well, forget about cats for a moment.) We don’t defer enjoyment, as in having to drive to the perfect rock-climbing or fishing or surfing spot. We simply step outside the door, and enjoyment floods in.

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To chain a sybarite to a desk in summer is a crime analagous to slipping amphetamines into the morning kitty kibble, in a reversal sort of way.

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Someone once gave this mostly Irish family a sign: “Authentic Irishman for Hire.”

Perhaps there’s one hanging in your garage too.

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Sybarites can do all of the above and more. We just need a bit more self-promotion:

Authentic Sybarite For Hire (Summer)
Botanizing and pontificating
Gardening, skylarking, and carrying on.
Available all hours.
Experienced digging companion.

Sybarites unite!

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July 2010 Bloom Day

I’m late, I’m late…

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for a very important date…(yeah, right. It’s called a job.)

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No time to say hello/goodbye, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!

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Now scurry over to our host’s site “May Dreams Gardens, for a perusal of Carol’s and other bloggers’ garden blooms for July 2010.

And take your time.

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Plants, Get Thee Behind Me

Just wanted a quick outing, a bit of plant gawking after a week of far too much sitting.

But the flesh, as usual, was weak. Too many mid-summer temptations at the nursery.

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The eggplant-colored beauty is Pseuderanthemum ‘Black Varnish.’ I ordered this from Kartuz Greenhouses last fall, very poor timing to bring this heat lover on board even in Zone 10, and it slipped away over the winter. I think these “repurchases” go in an entirely separate category of commerce, more akin to honoring a commitment, even if repeatedly at full price. The ‘Mojito’ colocasia was a good bargain in a gallon. Nuff said there.

The firecracker plant, Russelia equisitiformis ‘Yellow,’ is new to me, and I’m completely smitten with its spilling, horsetailish ways and tiny, pale yellow, phygelius-like blooms. Hopefully, a better photo soon, this one being purely illustrative of its growth habit. Morning sun and afternoon shade will suit all three newcomers.

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An overgrown Helichrysum petiolare was pulled out of the large pot it shared with a little manihot tree, whose trunk is visible in the above photos. Kept the manihot, improved the soil, and added the new tropicals. Typical of manihots, its leaves are several feet out of frame, sprouting at the very top of its 5-foot trunk.

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At the nursery, something strange happened as I walked briskly past the tables full of summer annuals.

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Meet Petunias ‘Phantom’ and ‘Pinstripe.’ So incredibly velvety. Now, I’m definitely not a plant snob, but I just haven’t felt the need to bring a petunia home in, oh, 20 years or so. Chalk it up to mid-summer plant madness, or maybe I was mesmerized by that Joker pinwheel, unhinged by the splashy colocasia, or just plain succumbed to how smashing all these plants looked together in the nursery basket. But I think these oddities deserve — no, require — a pot to themselves. Perhaps in an out-of-the way corner.

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