Plants in my flowerbeds

May 18, 2009 at 12:33 pm 5 comments

No gardening today

It’s Monday of the long weekend and still too cold to plant anything but perennials. The thermometer reads 8 degrees Celsius—a bit chilly for tender annuals.  And even if I won’t be planting today, I’ll probably go out and buy plants to fill empty spaces and the new bed that I’ve made.

My garden hosts a collection of varieties,  some from an area native plant nursery, and many more from friends and neighbours.  The deciding point  is whether the plant can handle drought and sandy soil.

The portulacas I planted  in the front bed last year thrived when other plants wilted. They love the sunny place by the front porch [ see photo below]. I’ll get more of those.

Summer 2008 003

In another flower bed, the gaillardia is showing signs of life with leaves and stems.  Gaillardia is often called blanket flower [next photo]. They have petals like a daisy but are more colourful. The gaillardia is a perennial that comes back year after year and is one of my favourites. The flowers should come soon.

.Summer 2008 002

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  • 1. Anyaa  |  May 19, 2009 at 6:16 pm

    I can see you’re an avid gardener Carolyn and you’d make a good Englishwoman with all that enthusiasm and correct plant names! I look forward to reading more of your blog.

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    • 2. storygal  |  May 21, 2009 at 12:57 am

      Thank you, Anyaa. Are most Englishwomen gardeners?

      Carolyn

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  • 3. Kimberley Payne  |  May 20, 2009 at 11:28 pm

    Wow, what pretty photos! My gardens are all yellow right now…they’ve been taken over by dandelions 🙂

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  • 4. Anyaa  |  May 31, 2009 at 7:27 pm

    My mother had green thumbs AND fingers. She could grow anything. The English take a lot of pride in their gardens and with the long growing season usually have amazing displays. I rarely ate veggies from the store while I was growing up as my parents grew just about everything themselves – including celery and all sorts of fruits. It’s been a while since I was there, but that’s how I remember it.
    Anyaa

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  • 5. Carolyn Wilker  |  June 2, 2009 at 11:45 am

    Thanks, Anyaa. I can picture those green thumbs and fingers. The damp climate would probably help too.

    Reminds me of the year we grew cucumbers for a canning factory. We literally had green fingers.

    I grew up on a farm where we had a huge garden every year, and an orchard too. We ate what we grew and only bought the few vegetables we didn’t grow. If we had a dry year, we might not have strawberries or many raspberries, so we might buy some of those.

    And my mom had flowers too, along the edge of the vegetable garden and all around the house and garage.

    Carolyn

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