Wednesday, January 4, 2017

My secret weapon.

Three rock garden champs


I confess, I am a Plantaholic. Anyone who follows my blog knows that I’m crazy about plants—alpines of course, but desert plants, trees. You name it. And very rarely a person impinges in a post: almost by accident. But I do love people—and my favorite people are members of the North American Rock Garden Society. This first picture shows three of the all time greats: Norman Singer in the bright yellow sweater, and tall Geoffrey on the left. In the middle, the white haired gentleman was Bob Heapes. Norman was Secretary then President of NARGS and brought the organization to its apogee. Geoffrey was his partner, who wrote (with Norman’s prodding) two of the greatest books on gardening ever: if you don’t own them, your library is poorer for it. Bob was a very successful businessman and one of my greatest mentors: he became President of our Rocky Mountain Chapter at a crucial moment and helped it thrive. Norman helped me in my career enormously. Bob was my best friend for nearly twenty years.



This goddess is Marion Jarvie who attended the 1986 Interim International Rock Garden Conference with Barrie Porteous, Andrew Osyany and a few other Ontarians--and became so inspired they started the Ontario Rock Garden Society, which Norman Singer brought into ARGS, and ultimately changed us from a National to International Society. Marion has become one of the leading speakers and garden designers of Canada and North America--and we have maintained a friendship for three decades thanks to NARGS.


Bob Nold has published three landmark books (Columbines, Penstemons and High and Dry): I met him through the North American Rock Garden Society, and we meet regularly at sales and meetings of our local chapter.

Boyd Cline was co-founder of Siskiyou Rare Plant Nursery, which I have described as my Correspondence College of Horticulture. He was one of my greatest mentors and a dear friend with whom I explored the Siskiyous (not enough) and we spent two unforgettable weeks in the Colorado Rockies together in 1977,. He was a stalwart of the Siskiyou chapter of NARGS. His wife won a Million dollar lottery, and he lived to be 100 years old: good things happen if you join this club.


Darrell Probst is probably the greatest hybridizer of perennials in America. I met him through NARGS: he practically invented the genus Epimedium and worked closely with our first long time NARGS president, Harold Epstein,  for whom he named one of the most spectacular Epimedia: you too might have something wonderful named for you by Darrell--but only if you join NARGS!


This is Peter Korn, whose nursery and garden in Eskilby are one of the wonders of the Gardening world. He's written a fabulous book (Peter Korns Trädgård) which describes how gardens are microcosms of natural ecosystems, using his Eskilby garden as a model and example. It is also in English. Peter has invited me to come to Sweden twice: he has also convinced me that the ancient Nordic deities are still treading the earth (and creating great gardens). I would never have met him were it not for NARGS.


 I scanned a photograph I took in 1982 when I took Ted Childs (front), Linc (middle) and Timmy Foster on a field trip to Hoosier Pass and South Park. Linc wrote "the Book" on Rock Gardening--and Timmy edited the NARGS journal forever. Their garden, Millstream, was a dream garden if there ever was one, and they built an enormous and gorgeous garden for Ted I visited once (the first time I was served dinner by servants): you meet giants of all sorts if you join NARGS.


She may not be GIANT, but Bernice (Pete) Peterson produced enormous results. She volunteered for Denver Botanic Gardens and Chatfield Farms for sixty years, working harder than most professionals (and longer hours), editing our journal, proofreading everything that came out of the office, being a receptionist and starting what has become one of the largest plant sales in the world (it has grossed over half a million dollars in two days). Pete was a charter member of the Rocky Mountain Chapter of NARGS and had the finest rock garden in Denver for much of the 20th Century. The highest award to volunteers of Denver Botanic Gardens is the "Pete Peterson" award, given once a year to the most deserving of the several thousand volunteers who follow in her pixie footsteps. Paeonia tenuifolia naturalized in her garden.


Roy Davidson contributed more articles to the NARGS bulletin than anyone else: he was the acknowledged horticultural authority on Iris, Penstemon and just about everything else native to the West. He had a spectacular garden in Bellevue, Washington. He started our Rocky Mountain Chapter in 1976 and visited us annually for decades and wrote the definitive monograph on Lewisia. He became one of my dearest friends and mentors, thanks to NARGS.


 Sue Milliken, half of the duo who own Far Reaches Farm--one of the world's greatest rare plant nurseries in Port Townsend, Washington. She and Kelly Dodson visited us a few years ago--another of the treasured NARGS links! She's admiring Penstemon virens on Loveland Pass.


Ted Kipping, the impresario of the Bay in California, when he (and I) were much younger (and slimmer). I met Ted through NARGS and we always palled around at the dozens of study weekends and conferences we attend together, most recently in October in Berkeley. He is a Lifetime member of NARGS.


I believe Tony Avent  is the greatest plantsman in America: I met him through NARGS and he invited me to speak to the Piedmont Chapter when he was their President. If you don't know Plant Delights you must be living under a rock...


Wiert Nieumann, now retired as director of the fabulous Utrecht Botanical Garden in Netherlands, on a field trip to Wyoming with Kirk Fieseler of Laporte Avenue nursery (the best in the United States for alpines) when I took this picture. They are treading on Astragalus sericoleucus. If you join NARGS I might take you to see it too--but you musn't tread on it.


I took this picture at the 1981 Interim International Rock Garden Plant Conference in England--that's Will (left) and Paul (right) Ingwersen. We corresponded and swapped seed for years after that conference. I also met Wilhelm Schacht there, and started a treasured relationship with Jim and Jenny Archibald we maintained on three continents. And so many more people...


I first met Zdenek Zvolanek face to face at that same conference, and he has come to visit me (as a speaker for our chapter) at regular intervals since 1983--and this May I finally visit him!

I have met literally HUNDREDS of great gardeners thanks to NARGS--these are just a few. And they are the ones who have taught, mentored and nurtured me along the way. Funny thing is--I joined for the plants.

I hear people tell me they "aren't joiners": I sigh and chuckle inwardly: they're missing so much. I didn't join NARGS to meet and become friends with these people (nor Anita Kistler, Pamela Harper, Tony Reznicek, Mark McDonough, Roxie Gevjan Katrink Hull, Joel and Ellie Spingarn, Paul Halladin, Baldassare Mineo--really the list goes on for pages: you should probably insert your name in here:_________________. If I don't know you I probably will.).

"But" you say, "I'm not a FAMOUS person like all of those guys. You just like to NAME drop". If you think that, you really don't know me at all. I could do a blog a hundred times longer than this with the "little people". Come to think of it, I HAVE:--I feature dozens of gardens elsewhere on by blog of people who don't have nurseries, or write, or be "honchos": and I met almost all of them through NARGS as well. They are the ones who have given me my best plants (hardly a week goes by when I don't get an offer of seed or a plant). The "average" rock gardener usually has the best garden--they aren't distracted by public gardening demands, nor nursery management or writing. They are the ones who arrange for me to travel to 150 cities and 12 countries to give talks. They host me, show me natural gardens as well as their own. NARGS (and her sister organizations: the Alpine Garden Society, the Scottish Rock Garden Club, the A.G.S. of British Columbia, the Vancouver Island Rock Alpine Garden Society [the first of them all!], the New Zealand Alpine Garden Society-- which just had me tour that fabulous country), these clubs (and many, many more) that have been accused of "dying on the vine" in a recent Garden Rant. They're not dying on my watch. Their members and plants have become the warp and woof of the fabric of my life. They are wind beneath my wings. And YOURS too, if you let them! If you join promptly, you can still get seed from the fantastic NARGS seed exchange, and get the latest bulletin, which is chockablock full of dazzling pictures and great articles (I should know, I wrote one!)...

What are you waiting for: click HERE to join....

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Vista and Vignette: a fond look back...

East ridge at Arilbred iris season

I have published rather too many pictures over the last few years--mostly of plants in solitude, like Walt Whitman's stolid live oak. Live oaks in fact--like everything on the planet--are very much a part of a web--and the plants in my garden are very much tangled in a mesh of other plants on top of plants--and I seem to keep cramming more in. Last year many hundreds joined the rabble. And it is the rebellious madness of all these jostling plants which comprises the garden. 

Iris 'Mariposa Skies'
 Even  a diva like this Tall Bearded iris gains relevance with all the plants gathered around it....a vignette--but a vista is just beyond. There's not a lot of commentary below: during much of the growing season, it's simply the weaving of plants together (often quite randomly at their own behest) which gives me the greatest pleasure. I hope you'll enjoy the cacophony (or rather cacoophany) as much as I do!



Melica ciliata gone crazy
This last year nay be the LAST year of this bit of excess: the designer may approve, but the Melic grass is too spready for a collector's garden. There may not be a show like this ever again.

All those white specks are Erigeron flagellaris (Whiplash fleabane)--spreads like wildfire then disappears.

Prickly poppy (Argemone munita)

The orange is my hybrid swarm of Glaucium acutidentatum x corniculatum x flavum. One of my many signature weeds.


The white is Orlaya grandiflora, firmly entrenched annual in the garden.

Oh yes. The Verbascum bombyciferum: Believe it or not, I've contracted the display a lot the last few years: I still have a few on the ridges, but I've exiled more and more out to the fringes of the garden (see below). 2017 will be the last year they strut their stuff on the ridges--better come visit with PPA (Perennial Plant Association). Next year there will be something new!)

On the corner by the alley where they will rule the roost henceforward.





I think I have fifty photos of the fernleaf peony--one prettier than the next....

I do not recommend Papaver dubium: essentially ineradicable. But cute!



This photo taken at dusk


Same shot in daytime: the Oriental poppy is self sown.



A corner of the woodland garden

Two more signature weeds: Psilostemon afer was everywhere in the mountains of Greece (the thistle) and the little Erigeron divergens lower right self sows all over the garden--native to the spot)


The Campanula is C. formanekiana. The rock garden is the high altar of the garden!

The steep meadow section of the rock garden--without rocks!

The shady slope of the rock garden

Rock garden in peak bloom in early May

The xeric West Ridge in full bloom...

Ranunculus gramineus and Iberis taurica dancing together!

The swirly green is Silphium laciniatum: it never gets watered and the flower stems are barely five feet tall: I call it variety alpinum.
Thanks for dropping by. I hope you have a great 2017!

Touristing in Southern California...

Point Fermin Lighthouse, San Pedro, California
PROOF that I don't JUST look at plants when I travel. Jan's cousin, Kristin, brought us on our last full day to see the Point Fermin lighthouse in San Pedro (pronounced with a long "e" incidentally)--which we toured and climbed to the top story. Built in 1874 when this spot was dozens of miles from civilization, it now sits in the middle of a charming park with the beautiful fig trees featured in the previous post, some charming cottage like gardens and melting views in all directions to the sea...


The seagulls obviously enjoy the view regularly!


Not far from the lighthouse park there's yet ANOTHER park with a lavishly decorated pavilion that was donated to America (and the city of L.A.) by the people of South Korea after the Korean war: built and painted by Koreans, it is perched on an even higher bluff above the lighthouse: the acres of grass around the pavilion were thick with picknickers and kite flyers--although the gentle breeze wasn't ideal for kites, alas! Perfect mid-winter day in my book however!



The scudding clouds were perfect backdrop!


The bell was enormous! I wouldn't want to be too near on the rare occasions (Armistice days in both countries, and Independence days, I believe) when it is rung with the battering ram partly visible to the right.


A view towards Catalina island to the West of the pavilion...


Jan peeking behind the two strange sculptures that remind me of Don Martin's cartoon figures in Mad Magazine...


Not far away we stopped at a viewpoint with spectacular views of San Pedro and the Marina and docks there....The wonderful South African Tecoma capensis (lumped into the pantropical genus recently from "Tecomaria") creates a wonderful foreground planting, don't you think? It is Universal in California landscapes, but I never tire of it.

Tecoma capensis



And a bloom on Dietes iridioides, another lovely South African irid. This everblooming clumper is used everywhere here: I can't say I object.


And nearby, a wonderful mass of Mexican Solandra maxima delights: the flowers are so massive, with such a strange hue...


You can just get a hint of the San Bernadino mountains in the distance--capped with snow: this is a memory that will warm me for some time this chilly winter now that I'm back home! (California is such a delightful escape for us in the winter months)....


I  suppose I am irrepressible: my one feeble attempt at touristing ends up with plants all over again!

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