• spring 2021 haul of plants

    The Grumpy Gardener

    “There’s a fine line between gardening and madness.” —Cliff Clavin in “Cheers”

    I honestly can’t remember the last time I went for a drive on my own. It had to have been more than a year ago. Oh sure, I’ve gone on drives with M during the pandemic and I’ve driven my car to the dentist’s office and back. That’s pretty much it, though. I haven’t pumped my own gas or listened to my favorite playlist or turned up the volume on the stereo to 42 since long before coronavirus came and wreaked havoc on the world.

    That changed today.

    I had a specific list of plants in mind and at least two nurseries for destinations. Once the morning rain storm passed, I programmed Google Maps to show directions to Concord via the country roads and headed out.

    In my youth, I drove on freeways to go everywhere. I wanted to get to places and get to them quickly. I guess you can say I’ve always been a bigger fan of the destination than the journey.

    Now that I’m middle-aged, I’ve come to take a more relaxed point of view. I still prefer to arrive than to travel, only now there just doesn’t seem any point in hurrying. Why not take the road less traveled and see the sights? Visit parts of the countryside that have remained unknown to me, even after living in the area for four and a half years? Plus, Mother Nature is in full Spring bloom right now and you can see that much more keenly when you’re driving 40 mph on a backroad than 70 mph on the interstate.

    At Cole Gardens, I loaded up on good peat-free compost for the catawba rhododendron (Boursault), the buddleja davidii (butterfly bush — Summer beauty) and the wildflower garden I plan to grow in the backyard. Gotta help out our pollinators! I also picked up some cooking herbs (basil, rosemary, thyme, catmint, parsley, lavender), two pinkish-white geraniums, a couple of red pepper plants since only a few of my seeds germinated in the basement, two pots of shasta daisies, a large pot of baby’s breath and four pots of my favorite night sky petunias.

    At Faulkner’s, I purchased a medium-sized raspberry bush and a medium-sized blueberry bush, both of which are self-pollinators and should do well on the deck in full sun. Hopefully, they’ll bear fruit this year.

    I always try to take one big risk — a way to push my gardening skills to the next level — and this year I decided to buy a peony (Paeonia lactiflora – Raspberry Sundae) that’s just about to flower. Over the winter, I planted a bunch of peonies and tulips I purchased via mail order but so far the tubers haven’t blossomed. Perhaps they will next year.

    Everything will go into containers this weekend. Next week, I hope to transplant all the basement plugs that survived to the leaf stage and plant out my direct sowers. Since the weather is expected to be very hot, however, I make no promises.

    I am admittedly, a grumpy gardener with a very black thumb. During the course of the pandemic, I’ve been studying Monty Don’s books and watching a ton of gardening shows via Britbox and Youtube. Although I’ve mastered the Aerogardening method, I’m bound and determined to improve my skills outside and in dirt. So if you want to follow my gardening adventures, and misadventures, you can read my gardening journal here.

  • Quote of the day

    “I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I’ve left my chair, my house, my road, my town and my world behind me. I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring, I’ve swallowed the magic potion. I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king and dived in a bottomless ocean. I opened a book and made some friends. I shared their tears and laughter and followed their road with its bumps and bends to the happily ever after. I finished my book and out I came. The cloak can no longer hide me. My chair and my house are just the same, but I have a book inside me.” –Julia Donaldson

  • Duncan and Chai

    Life is a series of animals you love

    When you adopt an animal into your life, an attachment forms. It can feel like a friendship or more parental in nature. Either way, over time that pet becomes part of your family.

    During my 47 years on this planet, I have adopted more than two dozen cats and dogs. They came from all sorts of backgrounds: some were gifts, others were abandoned, abused or neglected, several were either living on the streets or placed up for adoption at a local shelter. One was born on a Vermont farm. One was born in the ceiling of the film department at my university. One was given into my care because his former owner became a victim of domestic violence. One joined my family after someone in her former family became allergic. Six belonged to boyfriends who moved in with me. Two were adopted from my best friend after she died.

    Once in my home, however, each animal was properly cared for. Cuddled. Fed. Kept warm and healthy. Given tons of toys, condos, scratching posts and heating mats. Above all, they were loved.

    Their lives were full of adventures — and misadventures. One was mentally ill. Two were hit by cars. Three liked to play escape artist. A few liked to chew on cords. One figured out a way to open doors. Two developed cancer. Several left with the boyfriends after breakups. Some were snugglers, others preferred to play. A few enjoyed both options.

    Of the animals who died on my watch, the majority succumbed to illnesses common to the elderly. The oldest lived for 17 1/2 years (though I hope to break this record someday). The youngest perished at only 2; alas, she previously lived in a hoarding situation and was not very healthy when we adopted her.

    At the moment, M and I have six kitties living with us. Four are black and two are calicos, all are female. One was the baby of the house but is now the eldest. Four sisters were from a single litter. The newest one just arrived in February. As a whole and individually, they drive us mad with their antics (GET OFF THE TABLE!) and slay us with their cuteness.

    I am forever grateful to have, and have had, these creatures in my life:

    Sandy
    Bonkers
    Princess
    Sox
    Jordan
    Julia
    Eastman
    TJ Dakota
    AP
    Brat Child
    Buddha
    Spartacus Maximus
    Loki
    Gizmo
    Autumn
    Dany
    Arya
    Brigid
    Georgina
    Duncan
    Sera
    Mystery
    Treacle
    Trifle
    Choux
    Chai
    Pepper

    To see pics of our brood, past and present, click here.

  • Pudding

    Nostalgic blunders in the kitchen

    Sometimes, the mistakes made when you’re young stick with you.

    As a child, I generally didn’t eat pudding in plastic cups nor did I use instant pudding mixes that came together in five minutes flat. Instead, I cooked my pudding. I’d grab a wood spoon — always wood — out of the utensil drawer, climb onto a stepping stool and stand in front of the stove, stirring the mixture until it thickened into dessert. Then, I’d pour the pudding into cups or bowls and refrigerate, uncovered, which meant a thin “skin” would form on the top.

    Now, if you read any “make from scratch” pudding recipe, it says to place parchment paper or plastic wrap on the surface of the pudd so a skin won’t form. Not doing so is a culinary blunder. But to me, the skin was the best part!

    I also love the fudge that came from a maternal mistake. When I follow most modern recipes, the fudge turns out soft and smooth, which is fine (I guess). However, my mother wasn’t the best of cooks and apparently, she beat the mixture too long. After pouring it into the tin, she’d also (gasp) refrigerate the fudge instead of letting it cool at room temperature.

    So growing up, fudge was always served in solid chunks or shards, cold, rich and just a bit gritty. And I loved it.

    Do you ever feel nostalgia for the cooking errors of your youth?

  • Writing in pen

    Mark my words v.3

    As I’ve mentioned in past blog posts (seen here and here), I’m drawn to certain words. The attraction is often a word’s meaning or spelling, but sometimes I just like the way a word rolls off my tongue.

    These are more of my favorites:

    Marmoset

    Pangolin

    Kaleidoscope

    Petrichor

    Soiree

    Exquisite

    Luna

    Aglet

    Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

    Vaquita

    Drambuie

    Overmorrow

    Blasphemy

    Gallivant

    Luminescence

    Clandestine

    Parallelogram

    Haberdashery

    Dastardly

    Diabolical

    Glockenspiel

    Calamity

    Fika

    Epimetheus

    Oddbody

    What are some of yours?