{"id":58391,"date":"2014-08-04T16:11:56","date_gmt":"2014-08-04T20:11:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/agrowingobsession.com\/?p=58391"},"modified":"2014-08-04T16:11:56","modified_gmt":"2014-08-04T20:11:56","slug":"it-happened-one-night-august-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/agrowingobsession.com\/?p=58391","title":{"rendered":"It happened one night; August rain"},"content":{"rendered":"

I bought my first water plant Saturday, and it rained all that night. Not a downpour, but a steady drizzle. I’m not saying there’s any causal link between the two, just that they’re both rare events that happened to coincide one day in August when I finally made good on an old, wilted promise to start a water garden. Nobody is immune to a little magical thinking, especially gardeners and other anxious weather watchers. And I don’t mind at all buying more water plants in the offchance it pleases the drought gods that I do so. After the overnight rain, it was so nice waking up Sunday morning to the clean world<\/em>.
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My first water plant. Ruby-stemmed Sagittaria lancifolia ‘Ruminoides’
\nThe fiberglass\/concrete container was not intended to hold water and may be a temporary arrangement. Marty sealed it with waterproofing, so we’ll see.<\/p>\n

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I don’t think that whitish mottling is a good sign, however.
\nIt clouded up like that before the waterproofing, too, when it held just a few glass fishing floats.<\/p>\n

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What’s submerged and rendered invisible by dark waterproofing is the desperate need for repotting, with the gallon container split open by bulging roots.
\nFor repotting, it will need muck, won’t it<\/em>? I asked the kind nurseryman, trying out the one word I know that has something to do with bogs and ponds.
\nHave you got muck<\/em>? he queried me with a strange expression.
\nNo, have you? I’m muckless,<\/em> I rejoined, matching his strange expression with one of my own at the bizarreness of it all.
\nIt’s not often that “muckless<\/em>” gets incorporated into daily conversation, but given the chance, I’m going for it.<\/p>\n

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Tiny romneya-like flowers bloomed Sunday morning.<\/p>\n

The nice nurseryman said a cheap solution for a suitable potting soil is a 50\/50 mix of decomposed granite and pure compost.
\nCompost I’ve got. I just need to beg some d.g. off of Holly across the street.<\/p>\n

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Inspired by the garden rejuvenation wrought by a single pot of the common arrowhead, a container of Salvia guaranitica was plunged into the garden near the tank.
\nThis salvia has been hanging around for years in the garden, deprived of the care it needs as I’ve moved on to other salvias, but still it lingers.
\nI noticed it growing near the fence under the cypress and potted up some straggly shoots a month or so ago.
\nNo sense in taking a survivor like that for granted.<\/p>\n

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Welcome to the clean world<\/em>.
\nNot glistening from the hose but from that holy of holies, August rainfall. That cussonia has already been moved elsewhere.
\nI’m on fire with pot shuffling lately, motivated by this shiny, new world.<\/p>\n

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The cussonia will get more sun here. Naturally, table and chairs had to be moved nearby to admire the cussonia.
\nThe rain’s shiny polish doesn’t last long, does it?<\/p>\n

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The tall burgundy line in the background is drawn by a gawky Pseuderanthemum atropurpureum ‘Black Varnish,’ a plant that never loses its polish.
\nA tender tropical, there’s no problem overwintering it here, just that crazy legginess it gets the second season.<\/p>\n

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Pinching it back doesn’t seem to help.<\/p>\n

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More news on dark plants. Pennisetum ‘Princess Caroline’ is faithfully performing her job of hiding the compost pile behind her massive girth. <\/p>\n

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Since it’s clean, let’s take a walk on the east side.
\nPots reshuffled against the fence that separates the front and back gardens on the east side, which has always been problematic for me.
\nToo many fences, gates, awkward angles, the canyon effect. Seen through the window behind the leggy pittosporum is the blurred shape of the east boundary hedge of dwarf olives.<\/p>\n

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It’s such a great “breathing” space despite all the harsh angles, so I’m working on making it more inviting somehow. (On the cheap, of course.)
\nI’d love a long table and chairs and some great hanging lamps, so will keep it mostly empty until that fine day miraculously arrives. Until then, nothing terrifyingly big and spiky will be allowed here.
\nThis entire east side was covered in overgrown oleanders when we bought the house, which made the house’s interior dark and gloomy.
\nThe dark woodwork indoors gives the interior more than enough gravitas already. (Marty and I have the typical seesawing argument that takes place in old houses such as this:
\nPaint the interior woodwork white to brighten things up or leave it original<\/em>? I always argue for keeping it original, but then I’m an impractical softie.) <\/p>\n

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Speaking of terrifyingly big and spiky, Agave ‘Mr Ripple’ greets you through the Dutch door, usually left open during the day.<\/p>\n

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Mr. Ripple’s lower spines near the walkway have been clipped back, but he still has his uppers.
\nMarty cannot wait for the day Mr. Ripple blooms (and dies).<\/p>\n

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The copper pot is filled with rhipsalis and other hanging cactus. A Mina lobata is climbing up the iron scaffolding.
\nApart from the pittosporum, now tree height, there’s currently not much planted in the narrow strip against the blue fence other than some succulents.
\nI’m enjoying the starkness of it all, but old habits die hard. <\/p>\n

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I can’t stop adding stuff, like the giant tree aloe ‘Hercules’ to the right of the potted agave. But that’s it<\/em>, I swear.<\/p>\n

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The newly planted City Planter<\/a> just moved in, the first attempt at planting anyway. It may need revision. (Too stark against the blue fence?)<\/p>\n

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Currently planted with rhipsalis, Echeveria multicaulis, and the trailing blue echeveria, whose name I’ve forgotten. A couple sprigs of Sticks on Fire may or may not root.<\/p>\n

At the Portland Garden Bloggers Fling,<\/a> Lisa Calle,<\/a> the raven-haired bloggess from Spain, was the rightful winner but graciously threw it back into the raffle since it didn’t fit inside her suitcase.
\n(Thank you so much, Lisa<\/em> ! Thank you, Potted<\/a><\/em> !)<\/p>\n

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And that concludes the mini-tour of the rain-fresh east side. Mind Mr. Ripple on your way out!<\/p>\n

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