October 20, 2012

Where Does the Time Go?

Where does the time go? I marvel at people who get so much done in a day.

It is hard to pull weeds while doing Constructive Staring, or pot up seedlings while dreaming of next spring's blossoms.

 Juanita in the Spring -- Daffodil bulbs to plant next month.
 In the North, you should be out planting now.


I spend too much time reading the blogs of others and trying out new ideas, like deciding which font looks like typewriter.

Viola seedlings

White Sweet William seedlings -- I think
every 3-year old seed sprouted.

Violas left and center; Sweet William right
 
I used two year old seeds, or maybe they were from 2009. In case they didn't germinate well I planted them very thickly. Fortunately I saved back some viola seeds because the dog chased the cat and my violas upended onto the greenhouse floor before the seeds sprouted. I replanted. Orange violas are slow to sprout. Blue violas are a little thicker and the mixed seeds which will probably revert to 'Johnny-jump-ups' are thick, thick.
 
Christmas cacti are forming buds, like tiny baby teeth.
These are cuttings in my grapevine ball experimental sphere.
They were the first to have noticeable buds.
 
I like to set containers on pebble trays to increase  humidity. These sit on dollar store baking pans. I'm going to try the little  trays made to resemble silverplate that are in the bridal section. 
 
 
Constant scrutiny is necessary for healthy plants.
Notice the dead leaf?

The dying leaf was harboring a little worm. Caterpillars are
desirable when they hatch out butterflies. Not so when it's a
destructive moth. Large greenhouses spray; I patrol and pick off.
 
I chased a Sphinx moth out of the greenhouse the other night, hovering over my Pentas
cuttings. There are plenty of Pentas outside for her to lay eggs.

Seedscatterers must be vigilant to catch seeds at just the right time. I found this Pride of Barbados
pod just as it was cracking open to reveal the seeds. Otherwise they twist open, the seeds fall to the
ground and in this climate never grow a plant. Seeds are not not picky about the containers for gathering: ice cream tub, paper cup, tin can, flower pot, paper bag, cardboard box.
 
Next month I'll be scattering seeds, mostly spring annuals like Larkspur and Poppies that lie on the ground through cold months and sprout in late winter. Farther north, spring annuals are scattered in September or early spring. Tropical seeds like Esperanza and Pride of Barbados  I will sow in a warm environment for transplant after frost is over. Tithonia, Datura and other summer bloomers usually reseed, but I gather seeds for scattering in new spots in early spring.
 
There are daylilies to divide and replant and many other tasks waiting. I spent much of this week creatively staring where the new paths go in the Upper Garden. The luxury of wide grass paths requires much time spent in edging and digging out where I let grass crawl into beds during the worst of  summer heat. 
 
When I was planning areas that will revert to grass, I pointed out to He-Who-Mows a large flowering Pomegranate that will be sacrificed. "Just dig around it and we'll lift it and I'll dig a new hole with machinery and reset it," he said. Sigh. No more rooted pieces and seedlings were brought to his attention. I can't keep up.  
 
Meanwhile, I'm reading Deborah Silver, Tara Dillard, Sandra Jonas, Martha Tate and Tim Martin, daily seeing where I could use a garden staff to execute all the lovely ideas I gather from them. Most of them are just a winter heat zone north of me. I skip over when they go on about peonies and such.
 
Okay, so Deborah is not in the South. She advocates Boxwood. I'm glad she likes them in a natural state as well as clipped. I have some that are seven feet tall, a virtual wall of Boxwood, near others that surround a huge mass of Wisteria that I hack at all summer.
 
When my Ship comes in, I'm going to call Tara to bring a crew.
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