I once thought of bay trees as tender, delicate things. I had one in a pot that I moved from house to house. It scarcely grew in the years I carted it around. Occasionally, I would fearfully relieve it of one of its few leaves for use in spaghetti sauce. The tree would probably have fared better under anyone else’s care. I have a laissez-faire attitude toward plants which is reasonable when a plant is grown in the yard but not very fair to plants confined to pots in the house. I confess that plants may go a year (or possibly more) with no fertilizer and ones that need frequent watering soon die. So my bay tree’s slow growth over the years is no surprise although its survival indicates that my perception of its delicate nature was way off.
Oh, I just discovered the evil underbelly of Viburnum rhytidophyllum (leatherleaf viburnum). When I started to prune it, a nasty dust-like material began to fly and then, the sneezing commenced. Soon the inside of my arms began to itch as well, not terribly, but clearly this pruning job is not one of those pleasant, crawl into the shrub and snip away ones. I love crawling inside a weeping Japanese laceleaf maple to prune. It’s like being a kid, hiding out again. But leatherleaf viburnum? Long sleeves and a mask required for me. Yuck.
For the original V. rhytidophyllum post, go here.
Crape myrtles are a tree from my Georgia childhood, found in planted along many a road, often pollarded (hacked back in late winter the the main branches so new whips form). Here, in the land of cool summers, I have found it wise to pick crape myrtles for their bark, often lovely, rather than their bloom, frequently non-existent.
Basil loves heat. You’re really not supposed to put it out until the night time temps are above 55F–which never happens some summers in Seattle. This year has been different nevertheless, basil clearly wants all the sun and heat we can give it.
The walkway runs from the north side of the house (left) to the street. The basil nearest the house actually gets a fair amount of sun but it obviously gets less than the plants further from the house. Who knew that a few hours of extra sun would make such a difference over a six week period? (Note: the zinnias behind are slightly smaller in the shade but it’s nowhere near as noticeable as it is for the basil.)
I’ve got two blogs going so check out my post on teeny Perditas (cute little bees) here.
Remember that scene in the movie the Princess Bride where they talk of R.O.U.S’s? Rodents of Unusual Size? (See here.) Well, this parahebe is so big that is what it made me thing of. Look at this thing. Wow. Mine never looked like that.