true tales of the boojum tree

After I added a tag to the last post, about the ocotillo, I realized that Fouquieria columnaris is the cirio or Boojum Tree of Baja California, and ocotillo is F. splendens.

Some botanists put the boojum in a separate genus, Idria, no doubt because the name is easier to pronounce. If I lived in southern California I would have a lawn of boojums.

Here, it’s a house plant, of course, and the one pictured lost half of itself when it was knocked to the floor in one of the many mishaps that have befallen my collection of similar plants.

The first one we owned was a much smaller plant, and spent the summer sitting on the cart, since I figured that sun and fresh air would do it good. Then one day it disappeared. Squirrels are the usual suspects of mischief like this, though they seem to prefer snatching sempervivums and ice plants. I pictured the poor boojum hanging from a branch in the Austrian pine, pulled out of its pot by an ancestor of the squirrel who has now suddenly taken to draining the hummingbird feeder and running around in a sugar-crazed fit, or torn to pieces and left to die on the patio because it was too spiny to eat.

We looked all over the patio for it, looked up in the air at the pine, wandered around the garden, calling out its name. No boojum.

Then, about a month later, our first border collie walked up to us, wagging his tail, and I noticed something stuck in the “feathers”. It was the boojum tree. It must have been snagged as the dog walked by the cart.

No wonder it didn’t come when it was called.

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not much to lose

After I planted the ocotillo this afternoon (I got it on sale and it was the last one), my neighbor walked up and said, “That looks dead.”

Well, it isn’t dead, but if you think about it, a plant that already looks dead even when it’s alive has a lot going for it. When Calvin Coolidge died, Dorothy Parker said, “How could they tell?” The ocotillo is like that. If it makes it through the winter, fine; if it doesn’t, well, that’s fine too.

I suppose if I lived in a hot desert I’d grow nothing but plants that looked dead half the year. (An ocotillo can look dead for a very long time. I grew a dead one for years.) I have a dwindling collection of such plants, pachypodiums, commiphoras, burseras, etc., that look dead most of the time, growing in the upstairs bedroom. Sometimes they do die and I don’t notice it for years; I keep watering them in the winter or spring, and eventually it dawns on me that the plant has passed on. Or I just keep watering them, wondering why there are no signs of life.

Gardening doesn’t get any better than this.

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