I’ve been reading a lot about plants/garden design these days (currently reading Planting: A New Perspective which is EXCELLENT). My roommate regularly comes home to find me skimming plant catalogues – I’m so appreciative of specialty plant nurseries that post them online, even if they’re only glorified lists. Let’s just say that the Missouri Botanical Gardens website and I are becoming reeeeally familiar with one another.
The choices available make it less gut-wrenching to plan a semi-hardy garden. I’m not sure that I totally believe the zone designations listed, particularly because few nurseries are located in cold climates, but I’m still facing tough choices making a plant list of stuff that has a fighting chance of surviving a few years. Dreaming about plant choices, configurations, hedging, hardscaping; it’s been an incredibly pleasurable past time over the last month or two. Don’t worry though, my weekly gardening fundamentals class at NYBG ensures that I don’t forget the limitations of soil and pruning, and the importance of compost to making any dream a reality. It’s GROUNDING.
Yet, even with all this distraction, the annual hellebore lust has struck. Last year I thought my interest may be waning but once they began appearing in my instagram/facebook/rss feeds in January, plus for sale on all the specialty nurseries, I was quickly disabused of that notion. I’ll spare you this time, but know that nothing has changed, and once we are rid of this infernal slush I expect them to dominate any March posts here. If you happen to live in a suitable climate, please go purchase a yellow picotee one and send me pictures.
beautiful photo shoot by Sarah and Nicolette of Little Flower School
Butter-toasted oatmeal (I think this should be its real name)
Still utterly fascinated by the Federal Twist garden
I made this upside down cranberry cake and my office mates devoured it