How much fun is it to say Banana Canna. Right up there with Sambucus. This post has nothing to do with Sambucus–aside from the delight in saying its name. Sambucus was my first deliberate Latin plant name utterance. Megan taught me when she urged me to buy a lacy Fern Leaf Elderberry. That plant got big and gorgeous. No worries. The new peeps poisoned it and it is long gone. I will not be bitter, I swear.
Big leaves. Dramatic pattern. Fabulous texture. Podophyllum ‘Spotty Dotty’ is a woodland wonder. And to think, a woman at Hortlandia just this weekend lamented having too much shade. I suggested she try a search on plant lust and filter on “mostly shade.” I got 12,505 options!
When we first heard the forecast, Bill lamented not having Champagne in stock. It’s a tradition. We watched the first flurries from our toasty living room. It was no blizzard, but lovely just the same. Bill started a fire. The dog slept. We ate lunch on the sofa and had a glass of wine.
It was early in the day, but after all, snow. The forecasts had been all over, though most said no accumulation “on the valley floor,” that’s the Willamette Valley floor. They always says that. (more…)
Yesterday on Facebook, fellow gardening geek Dale Hickey, posed the “name your current plant crush” challenge. I love that game, and immediately thought Bergenia, a plant I fought to eradicate in my former garden. Now I’m buying them again, albeit cooler varieties. How about you? What’s your current squeeze. Formerly disdained, or not. (more…)