I got a lot done over the weekend.
I've spent the past three months, since the beginning of January, pulling everything out of the bed at the back of the garden, by the fence, and replanting things. I made a major oops when I first planted it. I put in a bunch of native shrubs, which at the time were just sticks with roots, and I put them too near the front of the bed, instead of at the back. I wasn't accustomed to gardening with shrubs, because my last garden was almost totally perennials, with a couple of rhodies along the house foundation.
Well, the native shrubs got bigger, and created a kind of no man's land between them and the fence, where there was plenty of room for perennials, but where they wouldn't grow well, because they were shaded, and couldn't get large enough to be seen anyway.
So, I've been taking every moment of good late winter weather (here in the PNW, that translates to not many), for digging, cutting back and replanting the shrubs, and then moving to the front whatever perennials I did have living there. I'm hoping all the plants will now find themselves better situated with room to thrive.
|The back bed from the south end of the garden, looking north|
|And from the north end, looking south|
|I had to dig up a bunch of small bulbs (Calochortus, Dichelostemma and Fritillaria) and move them.|
By planting the natives along the back fence, I'm trying for a certain effect. I want the garden to eventually look like it is emerging from the native forest. I'm hoping the replanted native shrubs will eventually get big enough to hide the fact that there is another street, yard and house right behind that fence.
Too much to hope for? Well, it's still better than the oops.
That renovated bed was a lot of work, spread out over three tedious months of rain and cold. Over the past weekend, I had such good weather that I redid another bed in the back garden -- in three days.
|The other bed, formerly known as the sunny perennial bed, but will henceforth be called the daylily bed. Looking east|
|The same bed, looking west.|
On Friday, I pulled out everything that was left in this bed (Barbara Mitchell daylilies, a handful of ornamental grasses, lots and lots of Biokovo Geraniums, an enormous clump of Rudbeckia, zillions of Lady's Mantle seedlings, Iberis, Prairie Smoke, and two sturdy clumps of Joe-Pye which required a saw to divide). I left in place the two Fuchsia magellanica shrubs, the Monarda 'Raspberry Wine' and the Oriental poppies, which are so entrenched they aren't going anywhere. Good thing all those plants were in the right spots.
|In the process of redoing the bed I pulled out an enormous crop of rocks -- and broke a couple of tines on our roto-tiller.|
|Picturesque pile o' dirty rocks|
|Pots and pots and pots o' small rocks, and piles of bigger ones|
|I left two Fuchsia magellanicas in their original spots. They are already leafing out, all along their old stems.|
|There are also plenty of new stems coming up from the base.|
|This one (I've lost the tag) has pretty chartreuse leaves|
|Plenty of new growth at the base here as well|
I'm trying to decide if I should cut back all those old branches. These Fuchsias tend to be kind of monstrous otherwise, but it's disheartening to cut back anything that is leafing out at this time of year. They're trying so hard to let me know that spring is here. Then again, I could maybe root the cuttings...
On Saturday, Nigel kindly got out the rototiller and we tilled up all the emptiness, which I knew was full of all those rocks, and which had gotten compacted over the last few years. I then went over the entire bed on hands and knees, pulling out all those rocks.
On Sunday, I pulled out more rocks, and started replanting. Seven hours of work, and I wasn't done. On Monday, I replanted even more. There's still plenty of room for more plants in the bed.
|I found lots of tiny Lady's Mantle seedlings, which I replanted in a more harmonious configuration, and closer to the front of the bed.|
|Does anyone remember me buying this trellis dress form last summer, with plans to train a Clematis on it? Well, in a few days she will finally be getting her Clem, a lovely 'Josephine', which I hope will thrive.|
So, that's how I spent my Easter weekend. My legs and hands ache, and my knees are sore (but it was very satisfying exercise, my favorite kind of exercise -- with a purpose other than movement for movement's sake). I went through four sets of gardening clothes. (The dryer has just beeped to let me know they are now clean and dry and ready for Round Two).