These all natural sedum holders, I am told, were found by this Buffalo, NY homeowner and were proclaimed to be lichen found on an old tree. 
What a happy little way to display a sedum collection!
Day 96 - You're Gonna Lichen These
These all natural sedum holders, I am told, were found by this Buffalo, NY homeowner and were proclaimed to be lichen found on an old tree. What a happy little way to display a sedum collection!Day 94 - We interupt your daily program....
... to bring you something that was too good to pass up. My friend Annie Haven (see her Website on the sidebar to your right) sent this link to me this morning and I thought, "This is the Mother of all container gardens!! I've got to share this." She found this on http://www.urbangardensweb.com/ and I am passing on the awesomeness. Does this deserve a spot here or what?! I'm thinking this is where they've buried Jimmy Hoffa.
World's largest hanging basket.
Check out the Utube video at the Urbangardensweb of the crew installing this container.
To My Darling Husband (and all the other garden widowers)
You are not alone.
I read this in No Dig Garden Blog and just had to pass it on. I'm thinking my husband must have written this, even though his name is not Peter and I'm not sure he knows anything about poetry.
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I read this in No Dig Garden Blog and just had to pass it on. I'm thinking my husband must have written this, even though his name is not Peter and I'm not sure he knows anything about poetry.
My Wife the Gardener
~ Peter (poem found in old magazine)She dug the plot on Monday
the soil was rich and fine,
She forgot to thaw out dinner
so we went out to dine...
She planted roses Tuesday
she says they are a must,
They really are quite lovely
but she quite forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was daisies
they opened up with sun,
All whites and pinks and yellows
but the laundry wasnt done...
The poppies came on Thursday -
a bright and cherry red,
I guess she really was engrossed
she never made the bed...
It was violets on Friday
in colours she adores,
It never bothered her at all
all crumbs upon the floors
I hired a maid on Saturday
my week is now complete,
My wife can garden all she wants
the house will still be neat!
Its nearly lunchtime Sunday
and I cannot find the maid,
Oh no! I dont believe it!
Shes out there WITH THE SPADE!
Day 92 - Not All Your Containers Need to Be Full of Soil
It's a new year and time to start thing outside the box... or just start thinking about being outside. I saw these water troughs and remembered hearing Rita Randolph say, "What do you get when you have a container without holes. You have a container water garden." These were at the University of Tennessee Knoxville Trial Gardens last summer.
Room to grow a whole assortment of water plants!
Day 97 - So What Did You Do With Your Old Bedpan?
Sorry, folks, this succulent collection was just too good to pass up - even if a good bit quirky.
Day 98 - Who Needs Flowers?
A foliage winter window box for zone 7b and below - Dianella tasmanica 'Variegata', (not quite sure the variety of these on the ends) Fern, Holly Fern, variegated Algerian Ivy. Wonderful summer shade window box for cooler climates. 
Day 93 - A Winter Container from 2007
Pyracantha koidzumii 'Victory, 'Goshiki' osmanthus heterophyllus variegatus (Variegated false holly), Juniperus horizontalis 'Wiltoni' combine to make a year round or just evergreen winter container. EASY care, low watering needs but not one you want to cuddle up against. This is my favorite Pyracantha, which I generally am not too found of except for planting under teenagers' windows, because of the abundance of reddish orange berries.
A new year, especially a new decade, always gets me looking back before I start planning forward. Over the next few days I'll show a few containers from the last decade - some I've repeated and some not. Let me know what you think!
Day 95 - Plants That Have Found Their Happy Place (from 2006)
You know when plants have found their happy place by their effervescence - growth that you can barely keep up with and rich, strong color. These containers like their protective boundaries for this zone 6 winter weather and are filled with Camellias, Acuba, Heuchera, Lonicera Edmee Gold, and English ivy.
Traveling Where a Picture Takes You
I just got back from spending a week with Momma. She'd fallen before Christmas, broken her hip, and I went down to Macon, Ga, to help her get settled back in her house after a week of rehab. With Momma being 82, having a week to spend with her alone, without the busy activities of other family members, was a delight. Sometimes she'd feel up to visiting, sometimes she'd just "have to close my eyes for a few minutes", and every few hours she'd reach over to grab my hand and say, "I don't know what I'd do without my children."
Momma, I don't know what we'd have become without you.
What I do know, is that Momma, Daddy, and both sets of grandparents were the sowers my plant passions. Roscoe and Mable Hutchison, pictured above, were my maternal grandparents. Hutchie, as we called my grandmother, was widowed in her late thirties and never remarried. She taught English in high school until she retired in her seventies (if alive today she would be sending me back my magazine articles and blog post that she'd read and would have "corrected" them, while proud that I'd followed my love for writing), she was involved in her church, and she gardened. I remember summers of dividing daylilies in the 1/2 acre field next to her white clapboard home and replanting hundred of irises that she'd dug up to share or move, of gathering scuppernongs and sucking the juice out until my cheeks ached and belly bulged, of shucking corn and shelling peas with Hutchie and Aunt Blanche while Uncle Jones plowed those red clay fields, of spending late nights canning veggies from the garden because the days were too hot in a southern home with no air conditioning. She never blogged or even wrote about her gardening - it was just part of maintaining life. But she loved that part of life and taught me to love it too.
Momma, pictured above with Hutchie, carried on her love for gardening. In the picture above, Momma is pregnant with me and picking fruit off one of the many apple, peach, or pear trees around Hutchie's house. On the farm where I grew up, there was always corn during the summer to be picked on Sunday after church for lunch, okra to be fried, and a cow to be milked.
My Aunt Julie Tinkey, the sweet soul above, taught me a whole different side of the horticulture world. Her gardens were a story to be told. With each plant as we wandered about the acres surrounding her home there was a message or meaning. A garden for Aunt Julia was a place for discovering oneself and learning truth. Meandering paths, boulders from the old homeplace, rambling roses, plants shared from friend to friend - gardening was an artwork painted to reflect life. I learned through my aunt to see the landscape as a palate to create those dreams that warm our nights and refreshen our days.
Daddy, seen above with Momma, Grandma Peake and Daddy George, was a forester. He and Daddy George started a little timber company called Georgia Timberlands. Daddy taught me to love what he called "the cathedral of the pines". He was immensely careful to teach me to understand that the business of timber management was to treasure the land and leave it more ecologically valuable than when you found it. Daddy was a tree hugger before tree huggers became the "In" thing to be. While staying with Momma I went around the house snapping photos of old photos in her house. This picture above of my parents and paternal grandparents stopped me in my tracks. How had I forgotten this? I had remembered the camellia bushes blooming under my winter open windows and the wisteria throughout the trees that scented my summer nighttimes. But the window boxes! Behind Daddy, Momma, Grandma Peake and Daddy George is one of the large, deep window boxes that underlined each outward vista from my first home - how had I forgotten them?
For the last 6 years I've spent hours and hours planting thousands of windowboxes and have felt like I was the luckiest woman on earth to have this job. Suddenly it all started to make sense. Subconsciously, with each windowbox maybe I was recreating a little of the rich horticultural history that has guided and enriched my life; maybe I was creating a new memory for some child who would look out their window through stemmed colors to see life just waiting to be discovered.
Momma, you gave me windowboxes
... and you gave me so much more. I am thankful for who I am because of you.
Day 90 - My Big Fat Redneck New Years Eve
A washing machine inner tub!
Don't throw anything away. These south Georgia folks will find a purpose for it.
By the way, we feasted on roasted hot dogs (my first in about 15 years), potato chips, the best caramel cake you ever tasted, and muscadine wine. My neck is glowing a nice shade of red.
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Day 91 - A Succulent Sensation
I saw this wonderful succulent window box in Raleigh, NC.
A tribute to Debra Lee Baldwin - who's inspired so many to get in touch with our inner succulence :). For more ideas on planting with these extremely drought tolerant plants check out Debra's book Succulent Container Gardens.
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