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Monday, April 12, 2010

The Garden at Porcupine Hollow

The garden (I use the term very loosely) at Porcupine Hollow is really a blank canvas.  That is a quaint way of saying there is no garden there.  What it is is a former pasture that nature is slowly reclaiming.  Nature, with a little help from the former owners in the form of  3000 trees that were planted about 15-20 yrs ago is slowly changing the face of the abandoned fields.  The land is now home to rabbits, squirrels, deer and particularly obnoxious porky has set up housekeeping in the pole barn and has aquired a taste for black rubber hoses, but that is a whole other story.
Gardenwise there is one patch of spring flowers by the side of the laneway and that is it.  Everything else is courtesy of Mother Nature.  The challenge I suppose is to naturalize all the plantings with lots of native woodland plants and hopefully a few of my favourites that the deer won't find to their liking.

Here they patch.

But a prettier grouping isn't to be found in these parts.
And to think they have bloomed here all these years without anyone around to marvel at their beauty.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Short and Sweet

Last spring I completely missed the delicate but fleeting show performed by these spring beauties.  I'm not even sure how it happened but last year I completely forgot to go looking for my Bloodroot until it was too late.  I vowed that wouldn't happen again and now I have their digital images saved forever.
Sanguinaria canadensis

The original plant was given to me by a gardening friend who has since moved away.  I am reminded of her friendship and generosity every spring when I look to see if the Bloodroot is up. Valerie was a heart friend and kindred spirit always willing to make holes in her garden just so she could share a shovel full of this plant or that.
This is one plant I must transplant down to Porcupine Hollow.  (One of many that will make the move with me) 
The garden at Porcupine Hollow will be a new garden filled with old friends.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

What a difference a day makes.

A walk-around inspection of my garden revealed these emerging rhubarb leaves.
The very next day revealed this.

I always judge the arrival of spring by rhubarb sightings.
It's a ritual I inherited from my Dad.  He would always announce that spring was really here because his rhubarb was up.  I hate to disturb my patch but this year I must take a clump of rhubarb root down to Porcupine Hollow.  Hopefully the deer won't decide to make a salad of spring greens of it.
A walking tour of my front garden revealed these wee treasures.

I planted these along the sunny banked side of the driveway.  The warm location gives everything planted here a headstart.
A cheery sight and I'm glad I snapped a picture since they didn't last long.
Until the next garden tour....have a great day!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Easter Weekend Quack Grass Round-up

It has certainly been a while since my last posting.  I have missed my little blog and the time I have had to play on the computer has been used to read and catch up with all the bloggers I love to follow.  It's time to get a move on and let you know I haven't been completely idle all this while.
About the third week of March or thereabouts I started some seeds indoors.  I planted leeks and onions first, followed shortly behind with an assortment of hot peppers.
Being the thrifty/green gardener that I am, I saved,  rinsed out and cut down all the Timmy coffee cups we used at a work related seminar.   Turns out they make pretty good seedling pots.

Because the weather was spectacular over the weekend I decided there was no better time than the present to declare war on the quack grass that has plagued my veg garden these past few years.  So I tackled this. (see photo above)

Friday afternoon had it looking pretty much like this.
And Finally.....
I transformed it into this.

Using just a few favourite tools and a powerful determination to be rid of the dreaded grass roots if only for a a few weeks I kept at it for 2 full days.
Of course I have no feeling in my fingers and every muscle from the shoulders down is protesting my over zealous assault on all perenial weeds....but man it's a great feeling to be back in the dirt again!