Holy Smoke

Did I mention I love Blotanical? I find it amazing how the love of gardening brings people together from all over the world. On a daily basis, I am not only talking to people from Ontario, but also from England, South Africa, Germany, and all over the US.  But it was chatting to a lovely lady from Australia that inspire this post.

It is always heart warming  when someone admires you blog, and when catmint faved me, just out of the blue I was chuffed (see, too much time spent living in England, I have even picked up some of the slang!).  Messages were exchanged back and forth, and when 20 messages about smoke bush were sent  on Blotanical, she suggested we write a post about it.

So here it is.

Catmint,

What can I say about smokebush other than I love it? Is it not the perfect plant. Large dramatic leaves, amazing colours, I just love it. (Wait, I already said that).

This is Purple Cloak, photo courtesy of Catmint.

When I was living in Kingston, Ontario, I had a black and white garden. At that time, (almost 7 years ago), black plants were not very common. I was always looking for them, mostly they were more of a dark maroony purple. But that is ok, I could live with that. And I found smokebush, Royal Purple to be exact. Oh, I was in love (you notice I am using the word love a lot). Velvety purple leaves, it was glorious. I quickly bought two, and planted them on either side of an arbour that I had bought to divide my (tiny) garden into “rooms. These quickly grew up and gave some definition and hid the garden behind. But wait, what is wrong with my dark, velvety leaves, why were they going greeny, purple.  A bit of investigation by Sherlock Mills, and I found out the reason. The new growth has the most colour (should have been obvious just looking at it). So, I learned to coppice my smoke bush. What a difference, so fast growing, it seems that it sprung up and hid the thyme garden behind overnight. And the leaves were so dark.  However the best thing is….

OK, can you keep a secret? I don’t like the flower. I find it very messy looking and I think that it dies unattractively. It doesn’t flower on new growth so coppicing was a winning solution all around for me.

Now there are so many new varieties out, I might have to try them all. How about “Golden Spirit” a bright chartreuse (my favourite colour), or “Grace”. She is supposed to emerge a light red and darken through the summer. She sounds yummy as well. The best thing about coppicing the smoke bush is it really keeps the size in check. They can get up to 4 metres or 12 feet , big for a small garden.

Grace, photo courtesy of Catmint

I hope that you are going to give me the dirt (so to speak) on your adventures with smokebush.

Looking forward to hearing from you soon,

Deborah

Purple Cloak, photo curtesy of Catmint

Deborah,

It was great to get your letter about smokebush.  I am also a great fan of this bush. In fact I wonder whether we should start an international fan club for smokebush, if one doesn’t already exist. I would have no objections that you be the president but the problem is that people may find out your secret that you don’t like the flowers! I love the flowers, which gives it that romantic smoky haze.

In my garden I have two varieties: Purple Cloak and Grace. Grace is more orange but at times is olive green, Velvet Cloak darker and more maroony purple. They change all the year round – changing their colour foliage and then dropping their leaves. Actually I wonder whether Royal Purple  and Purple Cloak is the same plant but with different labels.

I have also found they are fast growing and Grace is getting quite big for its (her?) place. I do trim it but not as radically I think as coppicing. That’s another wonderful thing about them – they don’t mind being shaped.

Grace, photo courtesy of Catmint

I believe smokebush came originally from California, which has a similar climate to Melbourne and has plants that don’t mind migrating across the world.  So tough that they withstand transplanting and not watering. Their botanical name is Cotinus.

Smokebush are a wonderful contrast to green and grey leaved plants. We have similar aesthetics Deborah because my favourite plant colours are probably black or at least dark purple. I also love the idea of garden rooms. I have found that if you don’t see the boundary you have no idea how large or small the garden is. Unfortunately in my garden the rooms keep disappearing as the walls get shifted around.

Good to share the dirt on smokebush with you.

Cheers,

catmint

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Let Me Tell You A Story…

There have been a lot of posts lately about why you have started blogging. From poignant like Mary Delles to funny like Rosey, everyone (like the leaves below)  has a different reason.

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My husband and I have been transferred around with his job numerous times. Although I enjoy it, it makes it difficult to keep up with family and friends. Sometimes you feel like you are having the exact same conversation with fifty different people, you forget who you told and who you didn’t, (and that can be a problem)!

When we first moved back from England and purchased Kilbourne Grove, I used to write long e-mails about our “forever” house. Then when I finally got a digital camera (in May, what can I say, I bought a Beta video recorder) I used to attach pictures as well. I have always hated it when you would get one of those group e-mails with tons of names at the top, it felt so impersonal to me, so I would send out individual e-mails, over and over again. Everyone wanted details, and then they would e-mail questions back, and that would lead to another e-mail. It became a full-time job (although a ture labour of love).

A friend of mine started her own blog and was talking about it at work one day. The light bulb went off, this way, it would be one post, and everyone could read it at their convenience.  They could comment, I could answer, and if someone else had the same question, why, it was already answered.  Why didn’t I think of this before?

 I published my first post on May 30, 2009. It was called It is a New World. I think that WordPress chose that title, and I just filled in the blanks.

Then came June 5, 2009. The post “Free Plants Are Great“. Now I could give all the details and show pictures too. All my friends and family could see it in one easy to write post.

I never looked back.

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The Tale of the Blue Spruce

I hate them.

 OK, that is a bit harsh, but I am not a huge fan.   My parents had planted two on the front lawn of their house, and they grew huge, and blocked the view from the windows. (It was mostly us kids fault, we gave them to my Dad for two Fathers Days).

When we purchased Kilbourne Grove in May 2006, imagine my dismay when I saw this fairly newly planted blue spruce, right on the front lawn. You had a great view of it from the bay window in the front parlour  and I hated it!

But, I left it alone until last month, hoping it would perhaps grow on me.

It didn’t.

So, after promising Ian many favours, we moved it. You notice I said moved it, not got rid of  it. I felt bad for my poor unloved blue spruce. I could not take his life, but I could move him to a more, shall we say, less prominent spot.

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The view from my front parlour. (Sorry, this picture is not great of the blue spruce, I was not taking it with the thought of writing a post about it. You can see that I was attempting to hide it with the Emerald cedars.)

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A little bit more noticeable, taken from outside.

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Notice the big gaping hole here, that was a lot of digging!

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Taken from the other direction. I would like to put a tree back in this spot, but something more (in my eyes anyway) ornamental.

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Something I found a bit odd, but maybe someone with more tree planting experience than I can enlighten me. When we got to the root ball, we found it still in a wire cage. We cut this off when we replanted it, but I was disturbed. Since I am frugal (Scottish), I have never purchased a tree larger than a three gallon pot. Are you supposed to leave the wire cage on? I can see where the tree roots would have plenty of room to grow out, but it seems bad to me, for Mother Earth!

So, we moved the blue spruce close to the road, near the driveway. I am thinking of changing the shape of the driveway to more of a courtyard. This means I have to plant trees and shrubs along the edge of the property, close to the street. We would leave an entrance from the street and then it would widen into a square in front of the garage.

 

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Honest(ly) Scrap(py)

I’m nauseous.

And maybe I am secretly thrilled.

I’m also troubled.

Wendy from The Greenish Thumb, a blogger who I admire tremendously for her hard work, (is she crazy, she built a wall) and her secret alter ego (landscape architect extraordinaire) has awarded my an Honest Scrap award. Then, before that news even had a chance to sink in, (and before I could call everyone I know) Jean from Jean’s Garden also gave me one.  She is such an amazing and hard-working gardener (did you see that path she built) never giving up, no matter what kind of adversity she has to go through. I could learn a thing or two from her.

This is my first award, notwithstanding that Nobel Peace Prize and I am giving it all the attention such a prestigious award deserves.

As usual, when you are given anything for free, it is not free. It  comes along with a number of rules,

A. Brag about the award. I am not sure if that means, brag about me getting the award, or brag about the award itself, but consider it bragged.

B. Link back to the person, Wendy,  and Jean who gave it to you.

C. Share 10 honest things about yourself. Wow, honest eh!

 D. Give the award to 7 more bloggers who inspire you. OK, I will give the award, but I’m not sharing the prize money. (What do you mean there is no prize money?) By the way, you should let them know that you have picked them, they are not mind readers you know!

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1.My mother was born in Scotland and my fathers grandparents came from Scotland as well, so I am mostly Scottish, with a dash of French, German and English blood just to keep things interesting. 

2.I met my husband when I asked him out on a date. He didn’t know who I was or what I looked like, I just called him up and asked him out.

 3.Every house that my husband and I have owned has had a principal room painted red.

4. I read way too  fast. We actually had contests when I was in grade school, and I always won. The bad part is I read so fast I forget half of what I read shortly after.

5. I am obsessed with vases. Do you ever find yourself buying the same thing over and over again. That is the way I am with vases, plant pots, urns, I love them and feel that I never have enough.

6. I am also obsessed with books and magazines. I have over 500 gardening books, 1,000 hard covers and many, many magazines. Have I read them all? No.  But, I keep buying them.

7. The highlight of my life, (besides marrying my husband) was moving to England. I am a devoted Anglophile, and when my husband told me we were being transferred to England, I was over the moon. Every day was a blessing when we lived there, no one could have appreciated it more than me!

8.I have dyed my hair red since I was 20. It started when I was a model in a hair show. You have to sign a release, and they can do whatever they want to your hair. Luckily they decided I should be a red head. I received so many compliments I never went back to my natural dark brown. My husband has never seen me with brown hair.

9. When I was 16, I saw the movie Jaws. It has effected me for life. For years, I would not go swimming. I could not even stand to look at a picture of a shark. My husband would like to go an a sail around the world adventure. All I can think about is , there would be sharks!

10. I hate my name. When I was little, I got Debbie. That wasn’t so bad until, “Debbie Does Dallas” came out, needless to say, I don’t use Debbie anymore .When I was 18, I took a new job and tried to change my name then. My last name was Combe, so I told everyone that my nickname was Honey. Get it, Honey Combe. (I was very young). Well, I couldn’t remember to stick to it, and my real name came back into use very, very quickly (like 2 days). But, I still hate my name!

 

These are the bloggers that I would like to award for their courage and dedication to making the world a better place for us all.

Rebecca at In The Garden- she is a true friend (and thinks that I am brilliant, lol), a new gardener, but with very good taste.

Teza at Teza’s Garden  -what can you say about Teza, a dedicated father to his kids, unselfishly devoting himself to educating us in rare (and blue) plants

The Garden Ms S of Gardening with Latitude- butterfly lover, mother of the cutest tiger ever, she takes brilliant photographs, hopefully, one day, she will let me in on the secret of how to do this.

Julie of My English Country Garden-I want to live in her garden. If I could design a garden for myself (wait, I did,and it doesn’t look anything like hers, boo,hiss..) this would be the garden I would want. Knowledgeable about all things from Austen to topiary, she is extraordinary.

Jack of Sequoia Gardens-his garden is amazing, the dedication and work he puts in is inspiring (and a little tiring), I could learn much from this man, he is a kindred spirit.

Barbara from Gardening in Mannheim,Germany-a new blogger that I have just started reading, but it seems like we have the same vision. Must do something about that, I already need glasses.

Midgefarmer from Midges Moss and Mud  -another new blogger, cat lover with the most beautiful cottage garden. She has a generous spirit.

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Toronto Botanical Gardens-Fall

I took another course on the 24th of October at the TBG. It was supposed to be on speciality pruning, they already had a basic course. It was made up of two types of gardeners, Home gardeners (all women, for some reason), and “professional” landscape gardeners (who were all men). These men all worked for the same company, and they were there to learn “how” to prune. Their company wanted to learn how to do it the “right” way, not shearing shrubs into little round balls (I think that we have all seen that). While I commend them for this, I was also annoyed.  The course became basic pruning, at  least 99% of it was. The last 5% was devoted to speciality pruning, ie: pollarding, espalier, etc. I took it hoping to get some help with my pleached Lime Walk, something that is very “uncommon” in Canada. But, alas, there was no help to be found.

But, while I was there, I took some pictures. The difference in the last three weeks is huge.

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I would love to look out my window and see this.

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What amazing colour, almost orange!

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Why are my Japanese maples not this colour?

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These are the “full moon” japanese maples,

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A fabulous contrast in colours.

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This is fothergilla “Blue Mist”, what a lovely colour.

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The paperbark maple, or acer griseum.

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Look at the bark, it really stands out against this blue glass background.

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This crabapple is just loaded with fruit. Love the way it hangs over the berberis.

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Again, great colour. Perhaps some planning for next year now, will give me better colour next year.

P.S. Sorry, I got the order of the posts mixed up. After I said in the last post, “it is the last one on the TBG”, I publish this one. This is the last, I swear!

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