Welcome back to Digs.
Staging a garden at the end of the summer when plant selection has dwindled is a
challenge for even the most imaginative gardener. Yes of course there are mums.
Mums are everywhere. But in this garden, I want something special—just the right
colours and textures and interesting shapes—definitely a challenge.
The good news is I’m working with a charming turn-of-the century town home with a
lovely wrought iron gate, brick path winding through a sweet, although neglected.
little garden to a front patio/entrance waiting for enhancements.
The colours of the house are lovely so I decide colours will be the focus. Silvery
greens, blackened burgundy and cream will work perfectly in the window boxes and
planters on the front patio.
Cabbage plants (kale)—the soft foamy green, cream and burgundy ones should be
a good start.
So with Salsabug—that’s my red Beetle—cleaned out and Woody—he’s my
Yorkie – on board, we head to nurseries. Not much luck in the city so we beetle out to
small town nurseries nearby and wallah! After two or three stops the bug is full.
We‘re both feeling pretty good about what we found amidst a lot of dried out plants.
Our selection gives us the colours we needed, and a nice variety of shapes and
textures—four big, round, shiny, green and burgundy cabbage plants (kale),54
smal,l velvety, Dusty Millers—a few ruffled edges, a few smooth edged,4 tall Red
Star Spikes, 3 burgundy potatoe trailing plants, and 2 full Hydrangea trees (Bombshell
& Magical fire).
Back at the house, day two, we are ready to work. Woody stretches out in the sun.I
start digging in the garden. Out go the weeds & dead plants, roses and ferns
trimmed back and fertilized, soil turned, and mulched, hostas and overgrown plants
split and moved to new spots.
Next, I plant a few blue fescues (from my own garden), adding the foamy green touches
I’m using, and the handsome,cream & burgundy hydrangea bush takes a spot of honour
at the top of the path. Both setting up the colours about to be sorted out at the front door
Time for a well-earned rest, at least for me. Woody yawns, stretches, and shakes
his head in approval and joins me for carrots and a sandwich.
Sipping an expresso on the front step I ponder the possible arrangements for the plants
waiting for pots.
After moving them from place to place, I decide on what works best and fill the
window box and pots with the new tenants.
Then what to do with the huge, immovable air conditioner and hydro meter! I fill a
large circular container(actually a retired plastic catering plate) with dusty miller and
trailing vine type plants to drape down the sides of the AC and plant the other
hydrangea tree in a wonderful, iron container borrowed from the Teskey collection.
I had bought a very bushy 4-5’ hydrangea hoping it would camouflage fairly well. And it
did the trick.
Everything watered, Woody and I stop to take in the oohs and awes of the
passing neighbours, then pack up the bug and head for home after another great
day in the garden.
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