6 natives for shade; divide trilliums now; plus: send advil, and rain!

Trilliums, Hylomecon and more

Greetings!

I almost started off by complaining: about no rain in weeks, and my assorted aches. But even my Grinch alter-ego can't really complain as she looks out the window on another dawn. Wow!

 

The garden is brimming with eye candy, using stored-up moisture to produce beauty I can barely keep track of. Highlights:

 

Virginia bluebells  

6 native spring wildflowers for shade: a new slideshow

My garden, like most (and like the assortment at the garden center), is a jumble of non-native and native plants. But at this early spring moment, a half-dozen American wildflowers take my breath away. In a new slideshow, six easy, captivating natives for the woodland or shade garden. (Did you miss last week's slideshow of a dozen extra-early shrubs?)  

 

dividing trillium at bloom time  

why I divide trillium now: how 2 become 200

Yes, I don't wait. Here is why, and how.

 

Colorful emergence of species peonies psychedelic spring: foliage pigments called anthocyanins

Even if nothing bloomed, I'd be content with emerging perennials such as species peonies (above) that arise painted anything-but-green. Fascinating, fabulous stuff.

 

plus: may 11 open house, lecture, plant sale  

Come visit my Hudson Valley, NY, garden on Saturday, May 11, from 10-4. Besides the garden open, my friend Lee Reich is lecturing about organic fruit growing (and doing a grafting workshop). An all-day plant sale by Broken Arrow completes the picture. Tickets/details.



Margaret Roach

A Way to Garden

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P.S. -- Send Advil...now!

 

A recent scene from my garden:

 

"I think it's a rosé night," my trusty helper Susan said as we put the wheelbarrows and shovels away late Friday. She was referring to pink-colored wine best served very cold, not to fragrant flowers of a few weeks hence.

 

"I think it's an Advil night," I replied, "Advil, Band-Aids, and tweezers."

 

Ouch!

 

What doesn't ache has a thorn in it, or is just plain cracked and bloodied. (Why oh why do I insist on digging with bare fingers?)

 

Maybe I should have gone a little less gung-ho on that recent May garden chores list of mine, huh?

 

Here's to all of it: beauty, and a few bumps and bruises along the way. Spring! I wouldn't have it any other way.  

 
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