{"id":5236,"date":"2010-07-04T22:07:54","date_gmt":"2010-07-05T02:07:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/agrowingobsession.com\/?p=5236"},"modified":"2010-07-04T22:07:54","modified_gmt":"2010-07-05T02:07:54","slug":"bivouaced-with-gardens-illustrated","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/agrowingobsession.com\/?p=5236","title":{"rendered":"Bivouaced With Gardens Illustrated"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><big>Or up in the &#8220;biv,&#8221; as we call it.  I&#8217;ve never outgrown a desire for spending time in out-of-the-way spots, preferably off the ground.  I spent considerable time in trees and on the roof as a kid.<\/p>\n<p>This particular bivouac is just the 4&#215;10 roof of the little outdoor washer and dryer shed built against the house, southern exposure, garden side.   The roof of the laundry shed was turned into a little deck\/fort built for the kids but hasn&#8217;t had much use in years.   Only roughly six feet off the ground and can support quite a bit of weight.  Like a bench, your back is up against the house.  A ladder is propped up against the shed for access to the deck.   When the kids used it, we built a railing for safety but recently removed the termite-chewed remnants of it. <\/p>\n<p>To become bivouaced, one grabs a stack of neglected reading material, books, magazines.  Snacks are optional (I brought some pistachios.)  Climb up, and you&#8217;re now righteously bivouaced for a holiday afternoon, waiting to ride bikes to see some fireworks when it grows dark.  It&#8217;s an entirely new perspective up here.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s52.photobucket.com\/albums\/g23\/botanizeme\/?action=view&#038;current=biv74005.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i52.photobucket.com\/albums\/g23\/botanizeme\/biv74005.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Photobucket\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>On the way to the farmer&#8217;s market this morning, I happened to spot some marine-grade, canvas-covered chaise lounge cushions being discarded that would be perfect for the biv. <\/p>\n<p>Full disclosure:  In truth, I asked to be let out of the car because the most beautiful Agave desmettiana I had ever seen was planted in the front yard of a house of this little beach community we were driving through called Naples.  Dark green with slim yellow striping on the leaves.  Maybe there was a pup just hanging off of it.  On close inspection, there wasn&#8217;t.  The agave was perfect, no pups easily seen, and I would never take a chance in possibly desecrating such a beautiful agave, at least without knocking first.  All your plants are safe with me, no worries.  Walking back to the car is when I found the cushions in the alley.  The broken plastic chaise lounges I had no need for.  These are the cushions now in the bivouac, first loosely covered with a beige canvas painter&#8217;s tarp, one of the largest, most useful lengths of finished, durable fabric to be had for about $5 at a hardware store &#8212; its various guises include table cloth, picnic blanket, small tent, impromptu overhead awning, cushion covers, etc.<\/p>\n<p>Back to the biv.  At first, it&#8217;s very difficult to concentrate.  The canopies of the trees sway just a few feet away, birds cut through an air space that we both now share.  Butterflies waft in and out.  After a good bit of skylarking and settling in, it was back to the business of catching up on some reading.  There&#8217;s an article in the Atlantic I&#8217;ve been waiting to get to, but who am I kidding.  The entire afternoon is given up to rapturous perusal of the June <em>Gardens Illustrated<\/em>.   No magazine does plant talk like GI.  I eventually called out for paper and pencil and was handed up a notebook and pen.<\/p>\n<p>Plants of desire:<\/p>\n<p>Akebia longeracemosa; from Taiwan, less vigorous than A. quinata.  This image I found on a German academic website lacks the sheer porn value of the GI image but gives a fairly good likeness, except that the racemes just aren&#8217;t all that long in this photo.  In GI the racemes dripped like wisteria.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s52.photobucket.com\/albums\/g23\/botanizeme\/?action=view&#038;current=288px-Akebia_quinata02.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i52.photobucket.com\/albums\/g23\/botanizeme\/288px-Akebia_quinata02.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Photobucket\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Peucedanum verticillare, an umbellifer I&#8217;d never heard of.  Like bees, I can&#8217;t get enough of umbellifers.  Photo from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.google.com\/imgres?imgurl=http:\/\/static.guim.co.uk\/sys-images\/Guardian\/Pix\/pictures\/2009\/4\/3\/1238773199645\/Gardens-Spring-plants-Peu-007.jpg&#038;imgrefurl=http:\/\/www.guardian.co.uk\/lifeandstyle\/gallery\/2009\/apr\/04\/gardens-spring-plants-fergus-garrett&#038;usg=__lYq3Y8r3jJ88tGvDIOxIBdOiLa0=&#038;h=500&#038;w=391&#038;sz=52&#038;hl=en&#038;start=1&#038;um=1&#038;itbs=1&#038;tbnid=1JH1L63uK3KmIM:&#038;tbnh=130&#038;tbnw=102&#038;prev=\/images%3Fq%3DPeucedanum%2Bverticillare%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26tbs%3Disch:1\">The Guardian:<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s52.photobucket.com\/albums\/g23\/botanizeme\/?action=view&#038;current=Gardens-Spring-plants-Peu-007.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i52.photobucket.com\/albums\/g23\/botanizeme\/Gardens-Spring-plants-Peu-007.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Photobucket\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Cavolo nero, the Italian black kale I&#8217;ve been reading so much about.  Perfect for fall planting.  Photo from the Wine Berserkers website.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s52.photobucket.com\/albums\/g23\/botanizeme\/?action=view&#038;current=Cavolonero.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i52.photobucket.com\/albums\/g23\/botanizeme\/Cavolonero.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Photobucket\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Papaver atlanticum, said to be &#8220;prettier&#8221; than the Spanish poppies that have colonized the gravel garden, P. rupifragum. <\/p>\n<p>Epilobium, the fireweed, or rosebay willowherb, is now called Chamerion.  I had no idea the name changed.  GI always pushes the white version, and it&#8217;s utterly impossible to locate, at least in the U.S.<\/p>\n<p>Ageratina aetissima &#8216;Chocolate.&#8217;  This plant looks awfully familiar, but that name &#8212; oh, yes, Google identifies it as formerly known as Eupatorium rugosum.  Again, no idea the name changed.<\/p>\n<p>Isn&#8217;t it interesting that about the same time people were taking down walls for open floor plans indoors, garden rooms outdoors became the rage.  Every article must use the phrase &#8220;distinctive garden rooms&#8221; at least once, as though it&#8217;s a new and novel practice.  I&#8217;m not against planning a garden in rooms, but it hardly seems distinctive anymore.<\/p>\n<p>I loved Carol Klein&#8217;s quote about a changing garden:  &#8220;Appreciating a planting scheme is more like watching a film than looking at a picture.&#8221;  But exactly, Carol.<\/p>\n<p>Wonderful portrait of Piet Oudolf&#8217;s wife, Anja Oudolf, married to Piet at 21, and runs the nursery.<\/p>\n<p>Another good piece on the designer Raymond Jungles, who counts as major influences Luis Barragan and Roberto Burle Marx.  A client of Jungles describes his style as &#8220;Nature almost wins.&#8221;   And I&#8217;ve now added Brazil as garden trip destination to see Burle Marx&#8217;s estate.<\/p>\n<p>Ending as usual with a great essay by Frank Ronan about seeking perfection in gardens:  &#8220;A garden is a collaboration with nature, which was making perfect things before we were making things at all.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And I skipped entirely the article on meconopsis.<\/big><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Or up in the &#8220;biv,&#8221; as we call it. I&#8217;ve never outgrown a desire for spending time in out-of-the-way spots, preferably off the ground. I spent considerable time in trees and on the roof as a kid. 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