the miserable gardener

The Madonna Lily, Lilium candidum, the only lily I can really grow. And no wonder. In The Larger Bulbs, Brian Mathew says “I have seen it in Greece growing in clumps on the flat roof of a house in the Peloponnese, flowering magnificently in a clod of soil.” And in Flowers of Greece and the Aegean, by Huxley and Taylor, the habitat is described as “dry stony slopes, thickets, in Epirus, Peloponnese, and the Eastern Aegean islands.”

These have been in the garden for a long time, growing in hard clay mixed with pea gravel kicked in from the nearby path. (Border collies running up and down.) It took the lilies a while to do anything, but now they flower pretty reliably. I would say that their water needs, in excess of natural rainfall here, are negligible.

When you can get them (I don’t know of any mail-order bulb companies offering them this year), they usually ship in August, at which time you plant them with the tops right below the surface of the soil, a half-inch or so. No deeper, because the lily sends up a rosette of green leaves that overwinter, even here.

Now what I want (see how this works? one thing makes you want another) is its hybrid with another Greek lily, Lilium chalcedonicum. This is Lilium × testaceum, flowers of isabelline, the color supposedly named because Queen Isabella of Spain refused to change her underwear until the siege of Ostend was lifted; the siege lasted three years and the queen’s underwear were said to have turned this color.

This turns out to have been a myth, but maybe this is the reason for the exceedingly high price of the bulbs. Years ago, when you could still find them, they sold for upwards of sixteen dollars each. A lot of money to pay to get flowers colored like someone’s old underwear.

This pathetic thing is a flowering dogwood, Cornus florida, after a month in my care. (Not the same one I posted about earlier.) I planted it, watered it, and then forgot about it. I only remembered it when I went out to set the sprinkler in the shade garden because all the hellebores were wilted to the ground. (Set a sprinkler to make it rain.)

I dug it up, put it in a pot and set it in a bucket of water, so that the remaining leaves could be battered by hail. I have no doubt it’s thrilled to be under my care.

“One dogwood is bad enough, but two?”

In my defense, I’m a weak-willed gardener. See plants for sale, buy them. Think about where they will go in the garden, and their cultural requirements later. Or not at all.

This is the result. I plan to give this away to someone who will actually take care of it.

Now, what can I plant in that empty space?