This trip was taken in 2007. But first, I’m going back to Plainview, also a 2007 trip, for digital images of Pulsatilla patens taken at the same time as the slides I posted here (down at the bottom of the page).
The burned area where the pulsatillas were blooming.
Looking east, I think that’s Rocky Flats in the distance, on the right. Standing in the mountains, looking at the plains. (Hence the name, Plainview. I think it’s not really a town, just a place.)
And the plants. The specific epithet means “open”, as in spreading open, obvious in the second picture.
Now to Jerry Morris’s conifer nursery, which I believe is closed. Not open to the public; the grafted conifers were raised there. I almost passed out when I saw the place, dwarf conifers everywhere, and bonsai specimens in the wooden boxes. Jerry has something like 850 named dwarf conifers, many of which are in the trade, and all of which do very well in Denver’s climate.
The bonsais are either made by taking a snag and shaping it, then routing a groove up the snag, and tacking the trunk of a dwarf conifer from a witches’ broom into the groove, or, in some cases, they are “natural bonsai” specimens.
A rather large number of the little conifers, ones in pots, found their way to my house. Some were horribly eaten alive by rabbits, which prompted me to start using chicken wire cages; chicken wire is now a permanent, and of course highly attractive, feature of my garden.
And I should say that the nursery wasn’t entirely devoted to conifers; there were dwarf or unusual selections of all sorts of native shrubs and trees.
I like this long wooden trough; I might build one for myself. Not as long, maybe.
In the trough above, mountain-mahoganies (Cercocarpus spp.) Why didn’t I see these when I was there? Probably because I was overcome with Hyperacquisitivosus plantarum, and could hardly see straight. (Other symptoms include increased heartrate; inability to visualize one’s own garden and the lack of space it has in reality; temporary amnesia when it comes to things like impending bills, amount of money in the bank, and the necessity for expenditures like food, clothing, and so on.)
Below, a picture of an individual with a severe case of H.P. at Harlequin’s Gardens in Boulder. Typical trance-like body language, not looking down, but off somewhere in the distance as though being sent messages from another plane of existence. Note beard and hat used as a disguise, and deceptively small number of plants in left hand, feigning high degree of selectivity, when in fact there is a well-hidden cart packed to the skies with plants just around the corner.
Anyway, I digress.
At Jerry’s, I did get a few mountain-mahoganies in pots. (According to the Forest Service, mountain-mahogany is a hyphenated word. Just like here. Why, I don’t know.)
I wanted this. (And if I’d seen the little plants in the trough, I’d have wanted those too.)
I wanted all of these. Every single one. Want, want, want, have to have, want, want, must have, want. Etc.
And, okay, this one too. And the one next to it.
Jerry’s named dwarf conifers can be had from Laporte Avenue Nursery , Coenosium Gardens and Porterhowse Farms among other places.
Re: Hyperacquisitivosus plantarum. Is there a known cure? Should we start a foundation to help those afflicted? Perhaps a telethon?
There is no known cure. I like the idea of a telethon, raising money for me to buy acreage in the perfect place in California…….Acreage and the plants to stuff the acreage with.
Have been having fun reading your blog. This post made me giggle and I had to read parts of it out loud to my elderly father whom I am visiting and who himself has an extensive collection of bonsai. I inherited the affliction from him. I will have to make the trip back home in my already crowded car with a calomondin tree that I HAD to have. I have no idea where I am going to overwinter it but I have complete confidence that it will all work out in the end.
I usually find some place in the house to put a plant …. Preferably with morning or afternoon sun. If there’s no place, maybe some furniture got be given away.