This has been such a disappointing spring. The two days of 80 degrees over the weekend were nice, but now the rain has started, in preparation for the predicted foot of snow and record cold temperatures expected tomorrow. I’m beginning to think I’m experiencing the same week over and over again. If you ask me (and nobody ever does), I’d rather it be a week of 90 degrees over and over again. But I guess that’s not to going happen any time soon.
I spent some time in between naps planting out the dwarf conifers I bought a while back, as well as a few other things, and took some pictures of the little alpine polemoniums blooming in the troughs. These have invariably bloomed in the middle of March, until this year.
Polemonium brandegei. (I refuse to conform to the current attempts to respell the specific epithet as “brandegeei“, even though it was named for Townshend Brandegee; brandegei is the original spelling.)
These are growing in a trough filled mostly with the sky pilot, Polemonium viscosum.
I got Polemonium viscosum from Colorado Alpines in Avon, probably about 25 years ago, either at the nursery there or at a plant sale here in Denver. The P. brandegei came from plants grown by Alan Bradshaw of Alplains, purchased at a plant sale a few years later. Both species have reseeded in the trough, and I noticed one had escaped last year into the rock garden. The troughs are on cinder blocks and so are a couple of feet above the rock garden; I’m surprised that the fall into the rock garden didn’t kill the plant trying to escape.
I’ve never seen Polemonium brandegei in the wild, but I have seen P. viscosum, growing quite happily at altitudes of over 11,000 feet on mountain passes, oblivious to snow, high winds, intense sunlight, frost at any time of the year, and other horrors. It’s hard to imagine a more terrible climate in which to grow. No wonder they like my garden.