Spring, mostly wet, has come and gone. The first day of summer was decidedly chilly, but now it is warm again. After having watered some newly planted annuals and relocated hostas the sky opened up and it poured. Oh well.
The koi spent most of the last week spawning. It was a regular orgy with male fish bashing the females against the side of the pond. Then the female releases the eggs and the male fertilizes them. Usually, other koi come in right behind the pairs to gobble up eggs, keeping the amount of baby koi within a manageable range. Unfortunately, my largest and oldest female fish (10 years old) became a victim of the vigorous spawning. She lingered for a day or two before expiring. She was a bright orange fish and although her offspring has some of her coloration, none are orange all over. Finley, born in 2011, comes closest, although her parentage includes a bright white father, and subsequently, she is mostly white with large orange spots. Ninja, born in 2012, is also the offspring of my bright orange koi, although her father, Buddy, is dark grey. For most of Ninja’s life she was a dull dark grey with a bit of orange on her belly. This year she started changing colors and now most of the dark grey is gone. She has become bright orange although still with grey and white spots. Koi, just like goldfish, are capable of changing colors, while high-quality food and light also can contribute to changes in color or the intensity of color. From experience, I have found that it is mostly the dark-colored fish which can turn into something much brighter, although not all of them will change during their lifetime. A nice thought when I look at some of the dark-colored offspring from two years ago; they may end up looking like some really nice fish in the (near) future.
I have already spotted the first few baby fish, seven of which I caught and relocated indoors to a small tank. When I first caught them, I could hardly see them in the tank. One small pellet of fish food pulverized into dust is the perfect fish food and now, only days later, they have nearly doubled in size. They are actually starting to look like tiny fish now. This week I will be setting up a larger tank which will serve as their new home in the near future.
In the back corner of our lot we have a large silver maple tree. At first, I was happy to have such a large tree on our lot as it provided us with some shade while everything else was growing (and at times struggling) on our bright sunny lot. But construction of the house, followed by the construction of the pond has not been kind to this tree. Add to that the fact that this tree is on a low spot in the garden where both the sump pump and some gutters drain away. A silver maple may like damp feet, but this area is too soggy, and it just continues to decline. Last year I noticed fewer leaves on the branches. After each storm, dead branches would litter the ground. This spring was no different. Fewer leaves, more dead spots and this tree will have to come down. I will wait till fall to get the job done if only to provide the shade-loving plants with its protective covering during summer. Meanwhile, the two corkscrew willows which I planted in June 2016 are growing fast and provide some much-needed shade while I am also nursing a new corkscrew willow cutting to (eventually) take the place of the silver maple. On the upswing, once this maple comes down, I won’t have to deal with a gazillion silver maple seedlings which miraculously (and most annoyingly!) spring up everywhere in the garden. Tiny little maples sprout from the large winged seeds and I spent several weeks on hands and knees around my plants or on the paths pulling them out. While I pulled out hundreds (if not thousands) daily at first, now I come across those that hid among plants and are just starting to peek out. They sprout at the pond’s edge among the grasses and I even disturb the occasional frog while hunting down stray tiny maples. As I make the rounds in the garden, pulling a few stray weeds, I also come across tiny little toads, aka toadlets, no bigger than the nail on my pinky. The other day I came across a big old toad among my plants, probably one which is responsible for the little ones in my garden. With luck, a number of these little toads will also stay in the garden and patrol it for insects, including snails, so future hostas will have less snail damage. More toads and better-looking hostas; I consider that a win-win.
May has been a mixed bag. It has rained, a lot. It has been chilly overall and there were few warm days. According to the weatherman it rained 20 days out of the 31 days we had in May and pretty much each weekend or at least part of each weekend has been rained out. But, oh, the world is green and lush.
In this new house, all of the rain collected in the gutters goes into the downspouts and drains the rain right on the property, just feet away from the house. In our previous home, the downspouts were connected underground to the sewer system and as a result, all the rain was carried away from each property, leaving it drier than this garden will ever be. When the pond was built in 2016, rather than let the downspouts expel water right next to the pond, black corrugated pipe was connected to several of the downspouts, buried underground and diverted towards the back of the garden. That alleviated the problem of having large amounts of water draining into the pond, potentially creating a problem for the fish. But when you have mulch instead of lawn, the rain rushes down the drainpipe, carves a neat channel into the mulch and soil and carries itself away to the lowest point leaving you with gullies throughout the garden. So, rocks come to the rescue.
Wherever the corrugated pipes come out on the property (or where there is a drainpipe close to the house, as is the case with the two rain barrels on the side of the house) we put down rivers of rocks sloping away from the house. Now when it rains, the water comes down the drainpipe, into the corrugated pipe, out over the rock and then drains down towards the lowest points of the garden. Since a “river of rock” looks rather odd by itself, I have turned these wetter spots into rain gardens. First, I had to do a bit of research to come up with plants (trees, shrubs, and perennials) which can tolerate wet conditions but which will also tolerate dry conditions when we have periods of dry weather. For the tree, I found a nice native variety, the American fringe tree, or Chionanthus virginicus. It has white fragrant flowers in mid-spring and grows about 15 to 20 feet high and wide. I then planted several different varieties of Siberian and Japanese irises next to the channel of rocks. I dug up a few of my hostas from the side of the house, divided them and grouped them around the rain garden as well. A tiny cutting from one of my hydrangeas from the old house had finally rooted last year and was moved to the edge of this garden. It was joined by another hydrangea bought last fall. While it still looks a bit sparse, the plants will fill in over time and soon enough this rain garden will be lush and bloom with abandon in spring. The colorful rounded leaves of the hostas will provide interest for most of the gardening year and they will provide a contrast with the spiky leaved irises. It also creates an added interest to the garden while dealing with a spot which would otherwise be boggy and not very useable.
It’s just past mid-May and we are once more stuck with lower temperatures and rain. This week we received over 2.5 inches of rain and there is more in the forecast for the next three days.
Last week we spent a few very nice days in Holland. Holland, Michigan, that is. Each year they hold their annual tulip festival and we certainly admired them all over town. Holland also has the one and only Dutch windmill bought from the Dutch Government and brought abroad to the USA. It was originally built in 1761 and brought to Holland, MI, in 1964. It has been fully restored and is now a working windmill in a pastoral setting among (of course) the tulips and many other blooming plants. Once the tulips are done blooming on Windmill Island Gardens they are removed and replaced with annuals, which will give the gardens an entirely new look for the remainder of the seasons.
When we returned home I found myself in possession of a large cardboard box full of live plants; my long awaited delivery. I spent the next few days on hands and knees in the garden digging holes. Right now most of these new plants, a lot of them daylilies, don't look like much. They are a bit yellowed from being in a box and they certainly would appreciate sunshine to grow and perhaps, throw out a flower or two. I also got new hostas, a few miniatures, a few large hostas and a few of the "mouse" series. I don't know which "mouse" hosta came first, but I started my mouse addiction with blue mouse ears, followed by mighty mouse, sun mouse, church mouse and now monster ears. There are currently 50+ varieties of "mouse" hostas so I still have a way to go if I want to collect them all. As I walk through the garden now I am amazed how lush everything looks after some warm weather followed by rain, rain and more rain. There is one bright spot in the garden where low growing thyme has spread like a small carpet, hugging rock and cascading between them. Most of the time it is a rather bland, just green, ground cover, but when it blooms you can't miss it.
What a difference a day, nay, a week to ten days makes. We went from cold and gloomy to a bit warmer with sunshine and my garden shows it. The noses of the hostas are reappearing, the snowflakes are up and out in full view and the yellow magnolia bloomed; short but magnificently. Despite my worst fears even the Cercis Canadensis, or Canadian redbud, bloomed. The birds may have rubbed off the blossom on the lower branches, but the upper branches were a sight to behold.
As I am starting to make the rounds again at the local nurseries I suddenly find myself enchanted by a new color; yellow. I have never been a fan of yellow, other than maybe for daffodils in early spring. I once put in a small yellow garden in honor of my mother who absolutely loved any yellow flower, but my taste ran from pink to blue. However, in this new garden I have introduced shrubs which either bloom in yellow (witch hazel and forsythia) or are green and yellow colored year-round (Hinoki Cypress and Goldthread Cypress). And then there is my ‘Rising Sun’ Cercis Canadensis which has yellow/orange/green leaves. Suddenly yellow seems to be everywhere and I like it! The other day I picked up multiple 12-packs of buttery yellow snapdragons and then went back for more. I lined the path in the butterfly garden with them and plan on using the remainder along the bed next to the driveway which is also home to ‘big smile’ daylily with its lemon-yellow flowers. I sowed seeds for creeping zinnia (which bloom in yellow) and with some luck, in the same beds, I will have seedlings from last year’s (yellow) Melampodium.
In a few more days I can finally bring out the coleus I have been growing in the basement for months now. The larger varieties are already over a foot tall and will go in the backyard slightly behind and in between the shrubs. The smaller varieties will be dotted around the garden in the various beds. Next week should bring a flurry of activity to put them all in the ground.
Meanwhile, The Spouse and I have been busy making lawn disappear. The corner of the front yard where I planted shrubs last fall has been “papered over” (with heavy duty contractors’ paper) and we put down several inches of mulch on top. Now all I have to do is find outdoor furniture and we will have a cozy new sitting area. It will give me an opportunity to sit down with neighbors when they catch me as I am working out front. Besides, one can never have enough spaces to sit in the garden, if only for a different view!
I am anxiously awaiting delivery of plants, ordered many months ago. One supposedly is already on its way; the Fed-Ex website shows the labels were printed but stubbornly refuses to tell me where the package is. Please don’t be lost in transit! I drooled over the pictures of the plants as I was picking them out of the catalog; I don’t want to wait another year for delivery.
And so, this spring I mulch with the assistance of the under-gardener, acclimatize seedlings and plants grown in the basement to their new homes outdoor, dig holes for plants bought or prepare beds for seeding. There is so much to do as the weather turns better and I finally find myself in my element again; dirt under my fingernails, a sun-kissed face and the occasional ache from this labor of love, my favorite kind of exercise.
Spring, oh spring, where art thou?
I made it through January. February wasn’t too bad, but March just crawled and took forever to end. As we entered April things didn’t look much better and we were again on the receiving end of a snowstorm. Now we have temperatures in the 40s and still occasional snow. Nearly mid-April and 14 states are under winter weather advisories with some cities or towns in the northern states getting up to two feet of snow.
On a Friday we made a trip to Cape May in NJ. On the way down trees were just getting a slight haze of color. Once we got to Cape May the weather turned warmer and temperatures climbed into the high 70s, low 80s (although not quite that high in Cape May itself). By Sunday on our return home the wind blew fiercely, it rained, and it was raw. But oh, the sights on the way home. Suddenly white and pink blossoms had erupted, and greenery abounded.
Last week I planted some lily bulbs at the end of the garden. Much to my delight, the soil was just wonderful. Without much effort, the spade bit into the crumbly soil and I carefully laid the already sprouting bulbs in their new homes. It won’t be long before they will peak out of the soil and in another month or two their fiery orange blooms will grace my garden. My small Magnolia tree is starting to open its first blooms after those two warm days and much to my delight, yes, the flowers will be a magnificent yellow. We still have some cold, dreary and damp days in the forecast but everywhere I look in the garden I can see signs of life. Get set, ready, GROW!