For A Good Time, Ask For ‘Angelina’

Sedum rupestre ‘Angelina’ is almost unforgivably easy. But when something fast and aggressive is needed for experimenting with planting some concrete columns, there’s no better choice. Besides, three big handfuls could be taken from the mother plant without the garden looking disturbed at all.

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These three 100-year-old concrete columns were pulled out of the gas fireplace flue when making repairs for a new heater and have been lying around the past month. Very intriguing.

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The columns are narrow and hollow, so what to use to hold some soil? The reusable shopping bags have a “woolly pockets” look about them, so I cut some bags apart, made little informal pockets, filled them with soil, then stuffed them tight inside the columns so they don’t slip down.

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This narrow strip against the eastern fence holds the rose ‘Bouqet d’Or,’ some Miscanthus ‘Gold Bar,’ Agave bracteosa, Salvia broussonetii, and other disjointed odds and ends. I’m not quite sure if the columns will stay here permanently, but I’m interested in finding out how the home-grown “woolly pockets” experiment turns out.

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And I’m counting on ‘Angelina’ to do her part and live up to her easy, fun-loving reputation.

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Must I Eat My Vegetables?

Three leeks isn’t many. All will be grilled and consumed in one night.
Realistically, I’ll probably end up watching them flower and set seed.
(The flower color may not be as fine as Allium ‘Globemaster,’ but the leeks are a lot cheaper.)

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I’ve been slow, stubbornly slow to grow a few edibles in the garden. Having a magpie ornamental plant collector at the helm is challenge enough for this garden.
But winter in zone 10 offers that rare opportunity, an almost brainless season in which to grow vegetables. Cool-season vegetables only, of course. Lettuce, spinach, peas, et cetera. This fall, I stingily gave up a few inches of winter’s bare ground to the leeks and mustard, more to reassure myself that I can be flexible.

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I admit, the leeks are seductively beautiful. Not a speck of insect damage. (I have no fight in me against insects. They win, I lose. End of story.)
And the fall-planted mizuna has been a happy pig in all this rain. The pink flower is from a gomphrena, not chives.

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This doesn’t mean there will be zucchinis in the garden this summer. My mom’s little garden has summer vegetables covered. But I do have seed for an amazing climbing Italian summer squash that I can’t wait to swag through the pergola, Trombetta di Albenga from Renee’s Garden. It bears the most bizarrely wonderful, meerschaum pipe-shaped squash. Which, realistically, I probably won’t eat either.

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Storm Damage/The Politics of Eucalyptus

The recent heavy rains in Southern California brought down a half dozen or so eucalyptus at a local park. A spectacular sight but not all that unusual. The gum trees are notorious for dropping branches and sometimes heaving out of the soil entirely during extremely rainy and windy weather. The full complement of evergreen leafage they carry creates a tremendous sail effect. Before the heavy winds, which lasted just a couple days, these trees had already fallen; the sopping, nonstop rain clinging to the leaves must drag on the evergreen canopy like a sea anchor.


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These fast-growing, shallow-rooted trees brought to California from Australia during the Gold Rush propagated their own commodities bubble, a mini-Eucalyptus Rush, when it was hoped their value as timber in Australia could be replicated in the similar climate of California. Unfortunately, unlike the timber from the 100-year-old-growth forests of Australia, the new trees were useless — too soft — as timber for shipbuilding or railroad ties. Trains lurched off the tracks built with ties made of eucalpytus, which curled and split. The combustible oil glands in the trees’ leaves were later implicated as a cause of some California wildfires and led to firefighters nicknaming the eucalypt the “matchstick tree.”

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Despite some inspired 19th-century hucksterism, commercial prospects gradually dimmed, and it was the tree’s ancient medicinal value and natural beauty that became its saving graces in the corrosive public opinion battles that followed its introduction and spread in California. (A recent profile on Elvis Costello in The New Yorker revealed that he straps on his “Blue Velvet” mask before shows to inhale eucalyptus oil to ease a hoarse throat.) Long-standing belief in the tree’s anti-malaria properties is based on the simple mechanics of the root system vacuuming up and the tree transpiring so much moisture that no standing water is left in which mosquitoes can breed. Currently, it is a crop for firewood, biomass fuel, and pulp in paper production in many parts of the world, such as Africa, South America, China, Spain, and Portugal. Everywhere the eucalypt spreads, it seems fated to be accompanied by virulent controversy, whether over its role in wildfires in California or exploitation of peasant lands for cash crops in Spain. In some eucalyptus-angry lands, it has become known as the “capitalist tree,” as Robert Santos writes in his comprehensive treatise “The Eucalyptus of California.”

As to their shallow rootedness in California soil, in the December 2010 issue of Gardens Illustrated, Ursula McHardy (great name!), the former scientific advisor on southern hemisphere plants at the Palmengarten Frankfurt, now testing their northern limits in her garden north of Edinburgh, Scotland, says: “Australian soils are old and leached of nutrients, which means eucalypt roots have to search deep. In the UK, soils are richer, so eucalypts root across the surface, grow huge, and get blown over.”

It seems like everyone in California has a blown-over eucalyptus story. The gentleman at the park who chatted with me as I took these photos had stability problems with the trees at his home in Huntington Beach. Any timeline tracing the eucalypt’s history in California from the failed promise of a quick source of timber for the twin giant industries of 19th century transportation — shipbuilding and rail — through their commercial use now as mostly windbreaks in citrus groves and vineyards must derail from the historical view and zig-zag into the personal parallax view; in my case, to that moment in time when it seemed a good idea to a previous owner to plant two of these giants in what was to be my future garden, the continuing effects of which I wrote about here last year.


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This same scene of destruction was visited on my garden a few years ago, when the last remaining eucalyptus inherited with the house crashed across the garden. A newly built pergola absorbed most of the fall, saving the house and minimizing damage to other plants. In Australia, branches and trees fall with such frequency that the tree is known as the “widow maker.”

What’s truly remarkable about these evergreen trees is the amount of leaf litter and seed capsule they can rain down 365 days a year. I’ll take the once-a-year leaf drop of a deciduous tree over what a mature eucalypt can produce any day. Indeed, the litter is so dense, suppressing any growth under the tree’s canopy, that the additional alleopathic effects seem like overkill. A growth-free zone under its canopy is assured by the sheer weight of all that detritus alone.

Introduced with such lush hopes when first brought to California in the mid 1800’s, the eucalyptus is now considered an invasive “trash” tree by biologists.

Controversy, thy name is garden. Environmentalists now advocate removing all eucalyptus from Golden Gate Park, even the 100-year-old giants. If you must have a eucalypt for your urban garden, research the species carefully; thoughtlessly plant these trees at your peril. (Ursula McHardy recommends smaller, multi-stemmed trees like Eucalyptus pauciflora subsp. debeuzevillei and E. gunnii.) Plant any tree in a size as small as you can find to establish root systems able to withstand wind-rock. Tree-staking see-saws in and out of favor but is currently not advised if a tree is planted small enough. And may I suggest another Australian, the refined knife-leaf acacia instead?

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Happy New Year

The buses run free of charge tonight, there’s street music and food downtown, so we’re going to bundle up, step out, and see what the city has to offer this New Year’s Eve.

Reflecting on my first year in “narcissistic journalism” leaves me uncharacteristically mute.
All I can say is, these are truly interesting times. In spades.

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And looking at beautiful things like grevillea helps. A lot.

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Grevillea ‘Superb’ and I wish you all a warm, safe, superb New Year’s Eve. I’d wish us all happiness in 2011, but I tend to agree with Fran Lebowitz, that happiness is a sensation, not a condition that can be attained and then sustained indefinitely. That sounds plain exhausting.

Oh, for gosh sakes, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

(P.S. MB Maher is looking for winter-luscious gardens in Orange and San Diego Counties to photograph, so drop AGO an email or comment if you have any suggestions.)

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Red Pig Tools

Under a spreading chestnut tree, the village smithy stands. The smith, a mighty man is he, with large and sinewy hands. And the muscles of his brawny arms are as strong as iron bands.
The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Got everything you wanted for Christmas? Possibly while thoughtfully holiday-shopping for gardening friends at Dirt Couture, Cindy McNatt’s astutely curated boutique of hand-made garden sundries, you came across a couple of trowels whose tantalizing sturdiness and clever ergonomics gave you pause. You instantly desired one for yourself, of course. But, truly, this is the sort of indispensable tool we should be giving every man, woman, and child we know. There it gleams on Cindy’s website, the steely potential for a lifetime of digging, crisp and pristine, displayed against a clean white background. But have a look at the fire in which it was born.

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Under Oxalis

Sweeping up this morning’s clippings, the crimson reverse of Oxalis vulcanicola’s leaves released a startling infusion of color into the silver dustpan.

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This frost-tender “Volcanic sorrel” retreats almost to its crown in the heat and relative dryness of summer, just as the garden expands and throws off the girdle of winter, then always renews its gentle forward march in a zone 10 winter, especially so after the recent heavy rains. The magenta underside to the leaves colors up bright in winter.

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I’d much rather look at its leaves than bare ground, so this advance-and-retreat arrangement works out well for all concerned. When it threatens to overrun, for example, nearby anigozanthos and Lobelia tupa, a couple snips keeps the peace. Away from the coast, oxalis would prefer more afternoon shade.

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Season’s Greetings From AGO

I was sent these images by MB Maher, who seems quite taken with this jaunty robot.


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But why the fish? Maybe it’s really Captain Nemo out on a scouting mission from the Nautilus, tangled in bioluminescent seaweed.
(Jules Verne meets Forbidden Planet?)

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Hoping your holidays are filled with whatever delights you the most.

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Is It Too Late?

Too late to depose the poinsettia and install the leucadendron as the preferred bracts and leaves of Christmas? Please?

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Poinsettia has had a great run. Time for some fresh sap. (A sap that’s not caustic.)
If the polls are still open, I nominate Leucadendron salignum ‘Blush.” It’s got green-and-red covered. Zones 8 to 10.

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And wouldn’t you rather look at this in your greenhouse/windowsill/garden in January?

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Memories of Rain

I didn’t get around to re-watching Blade Runner for the zillionth time the other night, that gorgeous cinematic meditation on memory.
(“All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.”)


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But these record-breaking rainstorms are doing a fine job of churning up childhood memories of past winter storms.

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Fountain from the Children’s Garden at the Huntington Botanical Garden


Memories of the seasonal winter rains of the Los Angeles of my childhood always depict them as biblical in scope. If memory is to be trusted, winter meant a perpetual rainy day schedule at school, which included both the agony of being deprived of playground time (no dodgeball!) and also the sweet relief of an early pickup by mom, maybe as much as a half hour. In other words, an eternity. One year after torrential winter rains, we were treated to the rare and wondrous spectacle of toads spawning in the shrubbery then hopping to freedom down suburban driveways. In spring, forts were built in the lush, tall grass of the empty field located at the end of the street, a negative space that absorbed any activity a childish imagination could conceive, in addition to efficiently absorbing runoff from winter storms. Commerce abhors such vacuums, and that open field, the protean kingdom of every kid in every house in that GI-Bill-mortgaged neighborhood, long ago disappeared under condominium developments.


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Aloe distans weathering the storm


Or such was my imperfect remembrance of rainy winters past. Keith Richards may remember everything, but I emphatically do not, and I know enough to be wary of my tendency to embellish. The soft clay of a child’s imagination makes for strong, indelible impressions that searingly imprint emotional truths which can sometimes lack strict historical accuracy. As I suspected, the statistics tell a slightly different story. There were a couple years of relatively heavy rain, 25 inches or more, when I was between the ages of 8 and 12, no doubt when I formed my vivid and lasting impression of Los Angeles’ Mighty Winter Rain, but the statistics also show there were plenty of low rainfall years interspersed too.

Rainfall in Los Angeles County, in inches per annum, shows the wide variability that factors into the county average of approximately 15 inches a year. To shorten it up, I’ve started at 1960, but the link goes back to 1878. Bear in mind, Los Angeles rainfall typically comes in short, dramatic, gully-washing bursts, not light drizzle over extended periods of time.

1960—9.57
1961—5.83
1962—15.37
1963—12.31
1964—7.98
1965—26.81
1966—12.91
1967—23.66
1968—7.58
1969—26.32
1970—16.54
1971—9.26
1972—6.54
1973—17.45
1974—16.69
1975—10.70
1976—11.01
1977—14.97
1978—30.57
1979—17.00
1980—26.33
1981—10.92
1982—14.41
1983—34.40
1984—8.90
1985—8.92
1986—18.00
1987—9.11
1988—11.57
1989—4.56
1990—6.49
1991—15.07
1992—22.65
1993—23.44
1994—8.69
1995—24.06
1996—17.75
1997—10.83
1998—27.85
1999—8.06
2000—11.97
2001—19.60
2002—7.29
2003—13.37
2004—20.10
2005—26.61
2006—11.61
2007—5.66
2008–14.43

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Another Seattle Export?

The usual state of affairs, I’m told, is Southern Californian hordes invading the Pacific Northwest, or at least such was the case before the great real estate unraveling after 2008. This past week proves that Los Angeles can stay home and still embrace the misty charms of the PNW. Having become accustomed to the ubiquity of their home-grown coffee chain, we’re now getting a taste of Seattle-style weather.

Rain, rain, and more rain. Record rain. Rain interrupted by drizzle and topped with a soupçon of fog. Epic 10-year-tropical-storm rain. A-quarter-of-our-annual-rainfall rain. Rain that brings down the canyon mud that closes Pacific Coast Highway at Malibu. Rain that overflows storm drains and brings the accumulated city filth to the Pacific Ocean (and mystery rashes to surfers who venture out in winter storms). Rains that transform freeways into asphalt Slip ‘n Slides. Last night I had the relatively rare experience of watching a movie (I Am Love) in which the delicious sounds of rain were drumming on screen while those same delicious sounds echoed against our window panes.

All of which means there’ll be more wet plant photos this week taken during lulls between the storms.

Furcraea foetida ‘Mediopicta.’ This agave relative can handle the increased moisture.

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Senecio anteuphorbium turgid with rain.

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Winter-red stems of Senecio medley-woodii.

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Mystery cotyledon from flea market that resembles “Cotyledon orbiculata cylindrical lime green leaf” (found at Lifestyle Seeds website)

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Big storm predicted for tonight. Perfect night for baking cookies and re-viewing Blade Runner, which does great movie rain.

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