Showing posts with label rugosa roses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rugosa roses. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Late Walk


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

46 degrees here on the mountain, 29.64 on the barometer and windless which I like. Gail just brought Karl the Wonder Dog back from a morning walk during which he offered a not so welcome morning bark to neighbor Michelle's new puppy. Older dogs and younger dogs sometimes need a period of socialization before greetings are amicable.

Returned home yesterday from a long day at the nursery and decided I needed a walk through the gardens here at the house. A machete would have been an appropriate companion as I just cannot find the time to continue to develop a 5 acre nursery and maintain what we had going for twenty years here at the house. Hidden among two years accumulation of weeds that represent my absence from here grow some very nice perennials. I had plans for returning the gardens to their previous glory but have found once again that it's not that easy to hire people who have gardening skills and can work independently. Sometime this summer I still have hope that we can get this mess squared away.

When we moved here in 1989, Gail brought a number of rugosa roses. The single and double pinks are in bloom right now and the fragrance is beautiful. I miss the old William Baffin that lived with us for perhaps 15 years before the red vole population found Baffin roots good winter food. It died over just one winter.

The Siberian irises as well as the tall bearded irises are in bloom. The blue Siberian, Double Delight, has always been popular and Gail has sold off too many to the point that they need to be lined out again. There is no impressive lineage with this one but it is a blue that beckons visitors to walk to it and comment and ask for it. Gail has been known to give a piece to even unknown friends who she liked but it's to the point now where the five gallon pot at the nursery needs a sharp knife and subdivision. I think I planted a few down along the far fence row but they too are hidden in swamp weeds.

The are a bazillion tall bearded iris on the market now and my Facebook page has a couple friends who are excellent iris hybridizers. Our garden contains hand me downs but in their way, each has merit. No ruffles or multiple colors like we see being released to the market now but still quite nice.

I receive lots of comments and questions about iris and even yesterday two customers asked why their tall bearded iris failed. I remind people that soil heavy in organic and water retaining materials is not good for tall bearded iris but often gardeners can't make the distinction between when poor soils are really better. I have a memory of our first house in Vermont that was ringed in a row of blue iris. The soil around the home was about as bad as it gets but my father often took out the shovel and just rooted up a couple shovelfuls for any friend who liked them. Within a year the holes were filled in and with no care they still prospered. If you are interested in iris, try the American Iris Society.



Finally I noticed the lupines and great orange poppies last night. The poppies were just beginning to close as they do each night but the lupines, stood tall and obvious, having self seeded from we don't remember where. Gardeners love lupines but they have an aphid (the lupines, not the gardeners!) specific to themselves and as such lupines are made for planting where you can see their color from afar but not their bug infestations from close up. I have given away lots of lupine seed over the years and like hollyhock seed which now grows in other gardeners beds, I can recognize customer's gardens as I drive around the county. Sometimes even the most common of flowers make people happy!


Writing from the mountain above Peacham Pond where Gail is stirring madly on a bowl of some (?) coffee cake recipe. She will manage the nursery today while I wait for the oil burner service person to show for our annual furnace cleaning. I see lots and lots of female gardeners but have never met a female oil burner technician. Why?

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Wednesday, November 04, 2009

The Yellows of Fall


Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A chilly day here on the mountain. The temperature is now 33 degrees but the 3 mph wind keeps putting up gusts that ride the thermometer up and down. Karl the Wonder Dog begged for another walk outside but after walking through the fields, I headed for the pines to get both of us out of the wind.

As we exited the fields I noticed the yellow of some wild rugosa roses. I'm not a rose growing person but I do enjoy them and the yellow was bright enough to catch my attention. When Karl and I got back to the house I looked at some that Gail has been growing for perhaps ten years and the bright fall leaf colors were interesting. I decided to mentally rewind the summer for a minute and catch a glimpse of the roses when they were in bloom along the split rail fence.


Rugosas are thorny friends and there comes a time when they need pruning. I never favored this chore and perhaps that's the reason I never got excited about them. The other weak point is that they are quick to put out runners and finding a new rose in the middle of a walking path never pleased me either. That habit always makes for easy give-away plants to friends and neighbors but I have more to do in a summer than fill in holes. Gail says friendships and donations should not come with negative comments about back filling holes. She always makes sense.

The color selections are limited to whites, yellows and lavenders but the fragrance and the beauty of a mature bush of rugosas can't be beat. Around here you seldom see a collection of mature bushes but our trips to the Maine coast remind us how plentiful these are in many places in the world.

This image with the shadow was me standing around waiting for a honey bee to return. Not too many honey bees left in the world so I knew it might take a while. First came a bumble bee and then the hornet below. I gave up and took pictures as I could. The fragrance is alluring and night moths are amazing beginning about 9 PM on summer nights when they arrive by the hundreds to work these flowers.


Finally, here is an image of a double. The beauty and fragrance of this simple rose flower makes me begin to forget the thorns. Sometimes it takes me a while to see the beauty in things. I doubt I am alone.




Writing from the mountain above Peacham Pond where it only took me all day to finish my thoughts on the yellows of fall.


George Africa
The Vermont Gardener