Sunday, May 30, 2021
Saturday, May 22, 2021
My original 'Polareis', shown here in front of pink and taller 'Lillian Gibson', is a little more beat up this year, but she's trying to maintain her 5 foot mature height. Dwarfed and outclassed a little by the hardier and healthier 'Lillian Gibson', I still think she'll come back with a vengeance with a little loving care this summer. She's been blooming just a few more days than her younger offspring, and you can see the fallen petals littering the ground at her feet.
Coming in from the east area of the garden, I'm well pleased by bright pink 'Foxi Pavement' and gray-white 'Snow Pavement', both just beginning to bloom here in the foreground, although I haven't got around to pruning the winter-damaged cane of 'Applejack' that spoils the picture hanging out over 'Snow Pavement'. 'Foxi Pavement' and 'Snow Pavement' are both unkept and loosely petaled, but they both attract bees like...well, like flies to honey.'Fru Dagmar Hastrup' just peeking in on the right. My gazebo, in the far background, lends a little structure to the photo and view. It's a little weather worn, but has stood through the worst of our storms, although I made a mental note today to replace the weakened wooden swing inside before it collapses under an unsuspecting Mrs. ProfessorRoush. 'Pink Grootendorst' look better than she does this year. She's a gangly, rough, farm-raised kind of gal, rarely dressed up for the ball, but she's a pretty lass even so. I wouldn't ever bring her into the house in a vase, but in my garden, as a solid survivor of Rose Rosette disease, 'Pink Grootendorst' has earned her place.
'Bric A Brac', one of the stripped peony creations of the Klehm's and Song Sparrow Farm. I know, I know, this bloom looks far from perfect, ragged and misshapen as it is, but that's actually what 'Bric A Brac' is supposed to look like, a picture to do her creator proud. An offering to my ongoing striped flower fetish, 'Bric A Brac' is a little stronger than her sister, 'Pink Spritzer', and she's always a welcome visitor here.
Wednesday, May 19, 2021
ProfessorRoush should not make fun of gardeners unknown and unknowing, but still, with all the many trials of life, one has to find humor where one can. Just a few evenings ago, the humor gods presented me with a surprise gift at, of all places, the Arby's drive- thru. Friends, I give you, pictured at right, the meticulously maintained landscape efforts present at my local establishment. Their new motto will soon be "Arby's, we have the weeds."
I chuckled as I realized what the plant was, and I'm sure the drive-thru window server and the car behind me thought I was severely mentally deranged as I suddenly paused the car, whipped out my phone, and snapped this picture. I simply was unable to stop myself. It's not every day that a Goat's Beard (Tragopogon dubius) is so carefully tended and prominently displayed.
Saturday, May 15, 2021
In her defense, my larcenous spouse is always quick to respond to these comments and shift all credit to me, although at that point her diversions sound a bit disingenuous. Since the photos are brazenly displayed on her page and the evidence is clear, those weak excuses are not admissible in court and hardly sway the jury. Verdict delivered, the court finds the defendant guilty of rapacious photo pilfering in the first degree. The sentence is final and the punishment of being provided watermarked photos will be carried out immediately.
Mrs. ProfessorRoush also begged shamelessly for the luscious photos here of a purple columbine that self-seeded itself years ago into the garden and they have since also found their way onto Facebook. Hey, lady, I know these photos are second only to your own beauty and grace, but take your own photos! Mine are for my blog readers. You can steal them later, just like everyone else!
Saturday, May 1, 2021
Should I now run across the city, screaming warning about the unplanned peony population explosion? Should I be interrogating this advance guard about their alien invasion plans or likely non-terrestrial planet of origin? Both seem like a slight overreaction given the innocuous and welcome presence of a plant that doesn't smother nearby neighbors and will survive the worst things Kansas throws at it. No, I think I'll just keep nurturing these babies along. At worst, they don't have good disease resistance and don't make it. At best, they'll survive for generations and be my legacy, my lasting joke on those who garden here long after I've become part of the landscape rather than a gardener of it, as they try, and fail, to identify what peony varieties I planted here.