Getting smarter, annual-ly speaking

Normally, I would try to claim the title of Dumbest Gardener on the Planet for myself, but I strongly believe I'm not the only one. I think there are more of us out there, and we could get together and form a pretty sizable association. Dumbest in the sense that when I started I had never seen most plants I'm using now. I knew azaleas, impatience, liriope, camelias and porterweed. Other standards like phlox, hollyhock, aster, snapdragon, nigella, lupin, stock and everything else were words with no pictures. So in addition to not knowing what would grow and then survive in Florida's long heat and humidity, I didn't know what the plants would ultimately look like, how large or what shape they'd be. Consequently, I made mistakes as previously noted. The beautiful lavender blue mums became great half-spheres of dense growth, too big for my small garden and getting bigger every day. The cosmos never grew a wit until they disappeared weeks later. I had two successes, echinacea and mounding dianthus. Consequently, they're my favorites. I love them because they love me.

Of all the books I've bought one has been the most helpful, A Cutting Garden for Florida by Betty Barr Mackey and Monica Moran Brandies. Mackey and Brandies share their own Florida experiences, successes and failures in the Tampa area. They explain that it is possible to grow northern type cottage garden plants, but it must be done in the fall, winter and spring before the high heat of summer sets in. They discuss annuals and perennials, hardy and half hardy, northern, central and southern Florida, sowing seeds, nursing seedlings, bulbs. I went through it meticulously making lists of possibles for my garden then cross referencing with the internet for seed availability and images of more than just the bloom.

Whole plant photos have been hard to come by even though I have bought a dozen or more books on annuals and perennials. I've been quite disappointed with the books after I got them in my hands. They've been basically lovely books that left me just as uninformed as before they arrived. However, I just received one that has prompted this post, Annuals with Style by Michael A. Ruggiero and Tom Christopher. There is not a flower-only shot in the whole book. It is all and only very clear photos of gardens, in other words growing plants in real beds in real gardens. Because some of the gardens have some tropicals in them that we use such as canna, coleus and caladiums, I had to check to see where the authors live. The closest I came to knowing that is their affiliation with New York Botanical Garden and Martha Stewart Living. So they're not Floridians or even southerners, but knowing what I know now, the gardens they have included seem doable here at least in the cooler months, and they provide inspiration for the summer months with some appropriate substitutions that I'm sure we can figure out for ourselves. I would venture to say that I took something away from almost every single photo and could easily see my garden taking on a similar look - not a rose garden but a garden with roses.

Style is the keyword. The gardens that the authors present are colorful, blooming ones featuring drifts, grasses and natural looks without the wild and weedy look. They are orderly yet unpretentious. Their subtitle hints at what the book is about, design ideas from classic to cutting edge. I think between these two books we can put together a fairly year-round garden. And that's saying a lot for a bunch of dummies!

And now I'll go curl up on the sofa with a blankie and a good book - a very good book. Click here if you care to go shopping.

Excitement is catchy

I ordered dear son Mark's birthday present before he went in the hospital (btw, he went home Monday and is doing well except for the small wrinkle that his new kidney is "asleep"). DS owns a 1938 bungalow and is considering purchasing a larger 1900 bungalow. I was browsing Half.com the weekend before his birthday when I saw this book, "Outside the Bungalow: America's Arts & Crafts Garden" with a cover photo of a wisteria climbing up the front porch column. I did not consult DH or even hesitate to order it. It finally arrived today after being returned to the sender because the label got damaged and was unreadable.

So I settled onto the sofa after work with the book in my lap wishing I had two of them. I came across a landscape plan that would be perfect for the "new house". Wide borders down each side of the large front yard and along the sidewalk with a curvy walk running to the front door. In my mind I could place roses, evergreens, small trees and the flowering plants that I have learned will do well here in those borders in such a way that it would be a garden with roses not a rose garden. It would involve a lot of digging, but my heart was ready to dive in. Instead of a wisteria on the front porch there would definitely have to be a climbing rose, perhaps Climbing Cecile Brunner or Reve d'Or. And since it's the front yard, I would choose roses that have proven to hold their green leaves in the face of frigid temps. There would be gaura, salvia 'Victoria', echinacea, coreopsis, double hollyhock, evergreen liriope, loripetalum, crape myrtle, Ilex crenata, azalea, purple fountain grass, reblooming hydrangea, perhaps a dogwood, and the roses would be Mrs B R Cant at the two front corners, Enchantress, Bermuda's Anna Olivier, Clotilde Soupert, Souv de Francois Gaulain, Souv de la Malmaison, Blush Noisette, Le Vesuve, maybe some others and maybe two of some in mirrored positions. And some of the roses would certainly be from cuttings taken from my garden.

Just one issue comes to mind, and that is the dear son himself who rarely wants to take suggestions let alone give up design control. Ah well, perhaps there will be no garden with roses at DS' new house, but at least now my blood is rushing and my heart is pounding to get to work on my own garden. This awful, incessant cold weather has put such a damper on my enthusiasm and on my get-up-and-go. On top of that I was afraid it was my age. I've been feeling too old lately. Perhaps I'll hold on to this book for just a while longer.