You two change your plants more than anyone I know.
Sounds like the words to a song, doesn’t it?
I’d rather be known for this than having a heart as black as dirt.
Dave and I aced our second major garden redesign of the season with triumph and grace. Yup, it could be an anthem or swan song for us. It went down without the usual nonsense we are known for.
Over our horticultural and matrimonial partnership, Dave and I have fought for power like a highly dramatic Italian telenovela.
We’ve aired our dirty gardening laundry all through this blog. Our last redesign has one of the best opening lines of any post around. It’s worth a revisit. Don’t you think? GARDEN: BOMB DIGGITY RE-DESIGN
That redesign was because we wanted to, this one was from necessity more than want. With our new siding job, we knew we needed to up our look and give this house the wow it deserved. Plus, the siding guys, although awesome were not sensitive or over-friendly to our plants. Some got squished, some obliterated completely, and then some just looked like shizz.
Dave and I, wine glass in hand, walked the side of the house and just started sharing our wish list for the area. Turns out, we were on the same page. There’s a first for everything.
Many times, Dave just says, “This is what we are going to do.” Sometimes, I have a little hissy fit and say, “But, but, but I just want my own way.” Other times, I throw my hands up and say, “Pffft, whatever.” More times than the other times, it’s Dave that says, “Pffft, whatever.”
Here’s how things shook down. Starting at the front corner of the front porch, and the side we installed a drop dead gorgeous Vanderwolf’s Pyramid PIne or Pinus flexilis Vanderwolf’s Pyramid for those of you who speak the Botanical language.
You may be thinking, these two are getting traditional in their old age but stop the presses cause we tossed yet another design principle right on its keester.
We lined the whole side of the house with Annabelle hydrangea, and then ( hold your breath) put all the tall plant material in front of them.
The whole design started with this existing clump of Japanese Hakone forest grass ( Hakonechloa macra) and a statement Purple Fountain Beech (Fagus sylvatica ‘Purple Fountain’. The colours and texture of these pieces stood out from everything and showed us how the house highlights this side. The lemony, lime green almost fluorescence of the grass triggered our entire design.
For example, this Chamaecyparis obtusa Aurea is a stand out with its contorted shape and its electric variegated colour.
Next up, came a Prostrate Blue Noble Fir (Abies procera Glauca Prostrata) Can we just stop for a second and oggle this beauty for a minute? The silvery blue colour stops you in your tracks, and Dave gets some serious cred for choosing this babe. She’s squat and curvy in all the right places and plays off the window in a manner that looks so natural, but is anything from an accident.
This last tree, I chose. It is a Gold Rush Dawn Redwood (Metasequoia glyptostroboides Gold Rush). We have another one in our garden, and I’ve recommended them to others as well as using them in some of my work design projects. They are just such a soft but impactful way to add a vertical element to a garden. Redwoods are tall and skinny and bring both movement and eye candy to a garden. They are also very economically priced for the amount of wow and class they bring to a garden bed.
It’s important to Dave and I that we share our gardening journeys with others and one thing that we want to make clear is that we have fun while we make our home. We are talking capital F-U-N. So we wanted to end this post with a little LOL that would include you in the fun.
Each summer, we take educational trips to garden centres, Botanical gardens and the like. They say, “Start em’ young.” Our 10-year-old daughter joins us on these trips and has developed a plant knowledge that completely impresses us. But, just like body parts, we always give our daughter the correct name for plants. By that we mean, the common name and the botanical name like we’ve included in brackets. So, last summer the 3 of us are touring this place and there were others milling about and I called out, “Hey Dave, look at the nice fagus.”
Which you know from about is a Beech tree. There was a little boy running around under said fagus, who took off in a trot to loudly announce to his parents, “Look, Mommy and Daddy, it’s a fagus.” Even louder, “Look, everyone, it’s a fagus!”
The parents had a quizzical look on their faces, when we pointed to the tree and said, “It’s called a fagus.” They gave us the high-five sign and started to laugh.