Summer Blues

After so much dry weather, we are getting a little light rain -- a quarter inch Sunday night and another quarter inch Monday night and a gloomy wet day today (naturally, as we are going to the beach to visit friends today. Of course it's a yucky day).

The blues are upon us.

Feeling blue -- I have a summer head cold, not tolerating it well.

Enjoying blue -- a lovely hydrangea.

Blue all over -- tiers of lace caps.

Seeing blue -- actually blue eyes seeing me.

Swearing a blue streak -- at the birds who have discovered the blueberries this year.

They leave me only a couple ripe ones hidden below the leaves; all the rest they get. Last year the blueberries went undiscovered and I had the crop all to myself, despite not netting the bushes. This year they found them.

Planting blue -- at least planting a tree called "blue beech".

There is nothing blue about Carpinus caroliniana at all, but I guess the smooth gray rippled bark must read kind of bluish from afar. I got two small ones at Broken Arrow last week, to enhance the grouping in the meadow from three to five now. A grove of blue beeches.

We went to Broken Arrow because I was looking for a male Ilex opaca, to assure that we get berries on the female American holly we had installed on the east side. But they did not have a small one that I could plant myself. And, actually, the holly in our yard is covered with berries this summer, so it is being pollinated from somewhere. I guess I don't need a male after all (well, I do, but his name is Jim and he's not a holly.)

I also picked up another New Jersey Tea shrub to plant at the edge of the gravel garden.

And some more bright orange butterflyweed and another mukdenia rossii.

Despite my cold we went on two fantastic Garden Conservancy open tours this past weekend, right here in town. One was the Mann's garden, full of quirky art and imaginative designs. It was an acre of separate rooms, each with a distinctive personality and great use of plants. This garden entertained me!

The other was Cheryl's garden, with its open sweep down to the old farm pond, and the antique outbuildings surrounded by exuberant daylilies and mixed perennials. The shade walk under a massive canopy of trees was wonderful to wander in during the heat of the day. Her garden calmed and soothed me. Ommmm.

These two garden visits easily banished any feelings of the blues I may have had.  Still have the cold, though.

Green Peppers

Still warm and summery and no rain.

I really like this bushy perennial with its white and green leaves that smell like green peppers when you touch the foliage.

This is caryopteris divaricata 'Snow Fairy', not to be confused with the woody subshrub caryopteris clandonensis, which is called blue mist shrub. This herbaceous caryopteris is a totally different thing, somehow related, but I'd never guess it.

The flowers are insignificant -- I think it had little blue flowers earlier in the year, but I don't remember. It's grown for the foliage, and what a bright, clear, tidy look it provides along the west walk.

It has what people describe as stinky foliage, but I think it smells fresh, like a green pepper just sliced. Sharp but interesting.

Speaking of green peppers, my two container plants on the deck are popping out green peppers galore. I bought two bell pepper starts at Lowe's in spring, one green, one yellow. They are both green.

Look at that smiling face in profile on the middle pepper! Why do vegetables always look like funny people?

And I have carrots, but they are still little. I pull one every few days as I see the shoulders emerging from the soil in the pot, but there is just one pot with only a dozen carrots in it, and the more I pull that aren't ready yet, the fewer mature carrots I'll have.

The two pots of spicy basil have been overproducing and I now have so much pesto in the freezer I can host an Italian feast and have pesto for every dish and dessert too.

The lettuce is gone, I pulled that out. And I let the dill bolt, I like the yellow flower umbels more than the culinary use. The orange mint is going strong, the oregano and marjoram too. My container garden on the deck is a success.

But it's the green bell peppers that dominate right now. I smell the distinctive sharp aroma every time I walk by the pretty caryopteris and touch its leaves.

And I pick peppers for dinner every night.

How you want your burgers -- with sliced green peppers?

A Whiff

It's still hot and sunny and dry, but this morning the air was a little fresher and nice for a walk around the yard. I do wish it would rain.

Twice this summer I have caught a scent from the sweetbay magnolia blossoms outside the bedroom window.

Once was on a humid night a week ago. The window was open and as I passed by there was a distinct perfume in the air. Not lemony, as the sweetbay's scent is advertised to be, but heavy and seductive and magnolia-like.

A couple nights ago I smelled it again as I walked around the curve of the pathway and under the magnolia. Again it was a humid night. It was just a hint in passing, but it smelled like expensive perfume.

I have ranted on and on about how my Magnolia virginiana has no fragrance. I planted it seven years ago and it bloomed early, but never smelled like anything. I wrote posts about it on my main blog, and have complained to anyone who would listen that plant breeders have taken all the fragrance out of new cultivars.

But there it was. Distinct, not at all light or lemony, and hard to detect again after the first whiff or two.

After all this time, what a tease.

Feels Like Winter

It's the time of year when I'm indoors all day, just like in winter. But it's the heat that keeps me inside now.

Over the weekend we got refreshing weather after the hurricane passed, but now it is hot and windy and uncomfortable. It feels stormy but nothing happens.

The rain we just got on the fourth of July is a distant memory as the dry turbulent air makes everything in the garden look heat stressed, wind blown and thirsty.

There is so much that needs tending in the garden, but I don't go outside. The Shasta daisies look fresh in the morning light, though.

Our neighbors have a home at the shore, on Long Island Sound. What a delight, to be able to get away to the ocean in summer, I say.

Naw, they say. There is no air conditioning at the beach house, so we don't go when it is hot. We stay here so we can be indoors in the a/c.

Even they had to laugh at the logic of having a house at the shore and staying home in summer because it's more comfortable.

It sure feels like it does all winter. I'm hunkered down inside, with zero interest in even peeking outside, and it's apparently even too hot to go to the beach.

Kindergarten Crayon Colors

Sunny and breezy and fresh. Hurricane Arthur passed by us, and we only got a quarter inch of rain, although it was wet and gloomy all day. After the storm, the air for the past two days has been cool and the sun is brilliant.

The Eastern prickly pear (Opuntia) is blooming now. Bright yellow! It's a native cactus in New England, which surprises everyone. Yes, there is a native cactus here.

It is nestled along the edge of the gravel garden, but even planted in the pebbles, it is not dry enough for it, really. Most of the year it looks like mush, and only perks up in summer for a while. The flowers are really happy looking, though.

The same yellow hue is blooming on the 'Blue Velvet' St. Johnswort. A real lemony kind of color.

Clematis 'Jackmanii' is flowering abundantly right now, completely covering the metal tower it is draped over. It actually climbed up to the top of the tower and then ran back down the other side and is now reaching along the ground below it.

It's definitely purple -- a velvety color that is hard to describe.

Butterfly weed (Asclepias) is in bloom. A deep orange milkweed that stays low and shrubby, unlike the tall wild milkweeds in the meadow.

The orange of the milkweed is exactly the same orange as the ditch lilies along the back of the yard and the hot punches of color echo each other from a distance.

There are softer colors in the garden -- some pink zinnias, and the standby whites of 'Becky' shasta daisies and the dangling white handkerchiefs on the clematis viticella. Some soft magenta irises by the creek bed are blooming and scattered lavender cranesbill too.

But it is the kindergarten crayon colors right now that catch my eye -- yellow! and purple! and orange!

Arthur and the Alliums

I can't remember having a hurricane so early in the season. Today, on the fourth of July, Hurricane Arthur is headed up the coast. We aren't directly in the path, but we'll get rain today as it passes by New England. Thunderstorms brought an inch of rain last night, and now Arthur will bring more.

We needed the rain badly.

I don't know if it was the ultra dry conditions for the past three weeks, but there are no drumstick alliums this year. The fine wispy foliage emerged, then turned to hay and laid down in the dirt.

I have allium sphaerocephalon planted in small sweeps all over in Meadow's Edge and in the gravel garden, and every single area has little piles of dry string instead of tall upright wands with purple pompoms on them.

This is how they are supposed to emerge -- last year in June they were tall and sturdy.

And when they open their drumstick flowers on top of straight stems, they are supposed to look like this, as they did last 4th of July.

But they are just totally gone this year in every spot where they had been.

The other alliums in my garden were fine this year. They bloomed earlier, so maybe the last three weeks of rainless weather did not affect them, but did affect the later blooming drumstick alliums.

Here were the pretty little allium 'Graceful' plants blooming in mid June by the patio wall.

And in early June the bright yellow little allium moly flowers opened nicely, although these alliums never spread about the way they were supposed to.

The big globe alliums were dramatic back in late May too.

I have summer blooming alliums 'Millennium' growing in a container, and they are doing very well, but of course they got watered every day when I watered the vegetables and herbs in my pot garden on the deck.

So is it just water and timing? The three week stretch of no water just at the time the drumsticks were getting going? The sprinklers ran, but was it not enough? And now too much?

Water and timing -- sigh. Hurricane Arthur brings us rain and we need it, but does it really have to be on the fourth of July? And my pretty drumstick alliums are getting rained on, but not at the right time apparently. They are lost for the season.

They Were Right

So hot and dry -- it's been three weeks now without any rain and the lawns all over the neighborhood are looking patchy, ours included. We run the sprinklers, but the grass in spots is browning and the gardens are stressed despite the hours I spend trying to water the most vulnerable plants.

Not mine. It could have looked this way someday, though

I hate it when sources are discouraging about something I want to plant . . . like the people who said a pagoda dogwood was difficult to grow.

I had trouble finding a nursery that would sell Cornus alternifolia, and when I asked Bartlett they tried to discourage me. They said they don't do well, although they are native trees that grow wild in the woods. In landscapes for some reason, they perish.

I found a species pagoda dogwood at Broken Arrow in 2011 and put it by the dry creek bed, nestled among the pretty blue forget me nots. It got shade in the afternoon in summer. It did okay for two years, it flowered and the fall color was great, but it had some signs of stress.

This spring it died. It did not leaf out at all, not even one leaf. It did try to flower, with a lot of stunted, half formed blooms.

I took it out and will not put anything in that spot. Earlier this spring the bed of forget me nots by the creek looked a little forlorn without the pagoda dogwood there any more.

(Before the Cornus alternifolia there had been a small redbud in that same spot, a strongly variegated one called Silver Cloud that they said was difficult to keep alive and very prone to die. They were right. Mine died the first winter.)

They were right about the sensitivity of yellow flowered magnolias too, and last spring I lost my beautiful magnolia 'Elizabeth'.

I hate that they were right about clematis 'Henryi' and clematis wilt. Many large flowered clematis are prone to this incurable fungus, but 'Henryi' is often mentioned by name as a susceptible cultivar.

Of course they were right and my 'Henryi' got it. New shoots wilted at the top where the emerging blooms were, then the leaves blackened below, and last night I had to cut the whole thing down.

The big white clematis flowers were so striking. But they were right about its disease susceptibility and of course my pretty plant succumbed.

How I hate it when sources predict there might --- might -- be trouble with a plant, and then it always happens to mine.

The Cassidy Tree

Hot and sunny for several days, but the evenings have been cool and refreshing. Boy do we need rain.

Foliage before planting, still in its pot

A week ago some good friends came for dinner, and they brought thoughtful gifts -- seedlings from trees that grew in their yard. The perfect gesture for a tree planter like me!

One was a Japanese maple, a volunteer from the large old Acer palmatum that grew at their place.

It was a good size sapling in a little pot. It had medium green leaves tinged in wine red at the edges. Our guests said the original had been a 'Bloodgood' tree, but I kind of doubted that, as this sapling didn't have the deep red foliage of 'Bloodgood'.

This elegant green leaved variety, whatever its official cultivar, was perfect for the spot where I need a shade tree by the gravel garden.

I put the little pot where the now deceased Styrax had been. Jim took a picture of the green and wine tipped leaves while it was still in the pot trying out its new location. Nice.

The next morning I planted it.

By late that same afternoon, the green Acer palmatum had completely morphed into a stunningly red, deeply colored jewel of a tree. It is, in fact, a deep red Japanese maple.

The foliage only hours after planting, completely transformed 

I know plants in containers are stressed and don't always look like they will when they eventually grow in the ground. But this transformation was incredible and rapid.

Really, it glows. From this angle the sun lights it up with crimson and fire. From the other side it looks more wine purple, exactly like the mature 'Bloodgood' I have by the back deck.

This photo is not retouched.
It really is that red from this side, with the sun in front

It is in fact an Acer palmatum 'Bloodgood', despite my initial thoughts when I saw its green leaves.

But it will forever be known in my garden as Acer palmatum 'Cassidy'.

Too Blue

Muggy today, in the 80s. We need rain badly, but the big drench that came through New England last night missed us, and we got only a sprinkle. Less than a quarter inch of rain for my thirsty garden.

I like blue conifers. What an impact they can have. I have several:

A bright blue accent at the corner of the walk, growing in an interesting shape.

A low punch of blue at the front of Meadow's Edge Garden. The combination with the wine colored redbud is nice.

At times these big Colorado Blue spruces lined up on the berm are more green than blue

But one blue spruce that I planted has not worked out at all.

Originally, in 2007, I put a 'Fat Albert' spruce in the back yard, in a spot that would eventually become a garden around it. From the beginning this was a mistake.

July 2007, before Meadow's Edge Garden was dug all around it.

I quickly learned that the description "dwarf blue spruce" did not mean low or small or rounded. It meant 20 feet tall rather than the 30 or 40 feet that a blue spruce normally reaches. It clearly did not belong at the front of the garden.

And it was always oddly shaped. This was not a well formed specimen from the start. The selling point of 'Fat Albert' is its dense habit, but this one just didn't have any branches on the back side at all. I planted it with its bare side to the back.

In 2009 I took it out, but unwilling to sacrifice a tree I had bought and planted, I moved it out to the meadow. In the meadow it stayed awkwardly shaped and the bare side didn't do any better with the shade from behind.

But the biggest problem was how steely blue it looked out there, totally inappropriate for the New England woodland and meadow look I was going for.

Hellooo, boys. Ovah heah!

Too blue! It stood out among the greenery of the hillside, brazenly attention-grabbing.

Last week I got out the Japanese pruning saw and sawed it off at the base. I took out a healthy growing tree and disposed of it in the woods. I have wanted to do that for ages -- it bothered me how my eye was always drawn to that bright blue blob out there and how out of place it was.

Too blue

It was hard to muster the courage to take down a living tree that I had planted, that had grown so much in seven years, but it's gone now.

Big improvement. There are enough blue conifer accents in my garden, and the hillside in the distance looks so much more natural now without that blue spruce.

Ladybugs and Gypsy Moths

Had a visitor the other day.

This is a ladybug. Or it will be -- this is the larva stage.

My picture shows the little visitor bunched up, but it really looks like a tiny narrow fuzzy caterpillar. I have to resort to The Google to show what it actually looks like.

The big holes in this oak leaf were not chewed by the ladybug hatchling.  Ladybugs and their larvae eat aphids. The mother lays her eggs where aphids are plentiful, and when the larvae emerge they have food to eat.  So earlier in spring there must have been aphids around here. There are not any visible now, so the ladybugs did good work.

The aphids didn't make those big holes in the leaf before they were gobbled up by the ladybugs and the ladybugs only eat soft critters like aphids, so who is making Swiss cheese of the oak tree?

Ugh -- those holes are from gypsy moth caterpillars. Gypsy moth infestations are awful. On the garden tour earlier in June we saw them on some plants. Ugh.

Now here they are, or at least evidence of them. They particularly like white oaks like this young tree I planted a few years ago. It's becoming a handsome, leafy thing.

Please don't let this be an infestation year for gypsy moths. Lady bugs -- fine. Gypsy moths -- ugh.