kniphofias, and magical thinking

Here is Kniphofia ‘DBG Early Gold’ in full flower in the little fenced garden my wife made for herself years ago. She was a “project” person, so almost nothing was ever finished, and after she died I looked at the empty east side of the garden and decided to plant it. The planting frightened me, because it was the area where she sat, so contentedly, and read; I removed all the plants and repotted them, waited for a few months, and then planted the garden again.

There are four ‘Darlow’s Enigma’ roses, some lavenders, sedums, etc., now enjoying more sun because I chopped out a mature Chinese lilac that shaded the garden, bloomed for a week, and the spent the rest of the growing season covered with powdery mildew.

I water the little garden about once a week with an old “frog eye” type sprinkler. In autumn, there are hundreds of Crocus speciosus.

I water because kniphofias like water in summer. They grow in the wild in wet places (check out the monograph on the genus, by L.E. Codd), and Graham Stuart Thomas says, in Perennial Garden Plants, that they “grow best in soil that does not dry out in summer”. In England, mind you. Here, they are considered “xeric”; I confess I have no idea what that means and not much interest in finding out. People who don’t indulge in this sort of horticultural magical thinking would understand immediately that plants that need moisture in wet climates can’t possibly need less moisture in our semi-arid one, but there’s as much point in arguing that as there is in arguing about which angels people really talk to.

Anyway, whatever, here are some pictures of other things in this little garden. It’s a pleasant place.

raccoon sitting on the bench she made

more stuff sitting on the bench; the sickle is about 80 years old

ad hoc haiku engraved with a Dremel tool

 

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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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