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I’m beginning to think that this year I will not get to eat any of my blueberries from my fabulous bushes. On the other hand, the birds, the chipmunks, and the squirrels are having a grand ole time munching all of them.
Last year, I built a large blueberry cage with my husband. It was constructed with PVC pipe and bird netting that has small holes. This worked very well at keeping out the birds, but the tiny chipmunks just burrowed under the cage. I had to spread hot pepper flakes around the outside base of the cage to deter them.
I also noticed that spiders liked to build their webs inside the cage. It was very convenient for them to stretch their web in between the piping and bush branches. It was a lot of work just to get blueberries to spread on my morning cereal. Trying to raise the netting, get inside the cage, avoiding the spider webs, and not getting poked in the eye by a blueberry branch became quite an Olympic event. I began to see why some people eventually decide to stop growing edible plants. It’s quite a chore to fight all the animals away from your crops.
This year, due to illness in my family and recuperation. I decided to forgo erecting the blueberry cage. It really takes two or more to get it up and firmly in place. So I decided to try some old-fashioned animal scare tactics. That is why my blueberry bushes currently look like a kindergarten art project. Empty aluminum pie pans and other tinsel hang from the branches to scare the birds and other animals. I believe it has worked for the birds but the chipmunks simply look at it, shrug, and say to themselves, “It’s just some pie pans.” Therefore, I’ve eaten 3 blueberries this year. Oh well.
But of course, I have plans for the future. Maybe I could grow blueberries in pots. I could let the animals have the blueberries planted in the yard and I get to eat the blueberries planted in containers on the deck. I’m sure the animals will outwit me somehow, though. They look so cute but are so crafty. The little devils. Happy gardening!
Like everyone else in America, I have a love/hate relationship with the cable company. It has taken us 3 weeks to get our newly acquired cable television (or a.k.a. cable-all inclusive-mega package with yearly escalating bills). What does this have to do with gardening? A lot, when your cable box is on one corner of your property and the input into your house is on the entire opposite side of everything. I found myself running outside, in bare feet, to throw myself in front of a large gasoline powered trencher. My friendly, smiling, undocumented, cable layer had decided to run our cable through the exact center of our garden. After a lot of hand waving, pointing, and throwing “O’s” at the end of words, we came to an agreement. They ran the cable around the outside perimeter of the property.
Cable vs. Gardening Tip #1 – “THEY” COME WITH GAS POWERED TOOLS. BE PREPARED TO THROW YOURSELF IN FRONT OF LARGE MOVING OBJECTS.
The nice advantage to me, the gardener, in having cable line buried in my yard is that they telephone a company that comes and marks all the buried power lines. For a while your yard looks like its covered in Egyptian hieroglyphics. Not very pretty, but it reminds you where it is dangerous to dig. You can really hurt yourself by hitting a power line with your shovel. It is nice that the person they sent to mark our lines was a woman. I went outside and asked questions about where power/gas/phone lines were buried. I was shocked to see where the builder had placed certain lines.
Cable vs. Gardening Tip #2 – YOUR POWER/GAS LINES CAN BE BURIED ANYWHERE. BUILDERS DO NOT NECESSARILY PUT THEM IN LOGICAL PLACES.
I am formulating a plan of where to put large shrubs, where to put cuttings (with tiny root balls), and where to scatter seeds. Areas where I know cable is buried I can smother the grass, add a little topsoil and compost, and then scatter seeds of perennial flowers. I’m very focused on the area around the electrical box. On two sides of this box, cable line snakes out underground, and one set of cable line goes in front of a tree and the other cable line goes behind the same tree. You would think when the builder put this all in, both cables could have been laid in the same direction around the tree.
Cable vs. Gardening Tip #3 – AFTER THEY MARK WHERE BURIED LINES ARE, TAKE PICTURES OF YOUR GARDEN AND ALL THE MARKINGS SO YOU KNOW WHERE POWER/GAS/PHONE IS LOCATED UNDERGROUND. THIS CAN BE KEPT IN A FILE FOR FUTURE REFERENCE WHEN DIGGING.
I have decided to plant a Chaste tree with beautiful blue flowers in the area where a large shrub with a large root ball could go. In front of this I will put an Iceberg rose, I have found this rose to work well in my climate. It has a wonderful, pure white flower. I have also rooted cuttings of boxwoods from my large group of them and started planting balloon flower seeds. Plans, plans, plans – I’m always drawing blueprints in my head. When I get everything planted, I will post pictures.
Happy gardening and be aware of buried power lines!
No, this is not our family Christmas tree. This is my Christmas Meyer Lemon. Isn’t it wonderful! Family and friends that come for a holiday visit can’t believe it’s real. I put it outside every spring – it flowers with beautiful, white, heavenly scented blossoms. Then in the summer and fall it produces tiny, green, dime sized fruit. I bring it inside before the first frost and I have 12 – 20 deliciously sweet lemons to enjoy all winter long.
Happy New Year from Redhead Garden!
My favorite worship sanctuary is the outdoors. You can’t go into nature without seeing the hand of God everywhere. Divine design. Sometimes microscopic. Always beautiful. I often picture myself having crossed over into the great beyond. I sit in a sunlit glade of trees at the foot of God’s throne asking him, “…and why did you put thorns on all the roses and the poison ivy – what was the thinking there?”
There are no better people on the earth than gardeners, and I can’t imagine a gardener that doesn’t believe in God. His incredible handiwork is everywhere. Really, a lot of times when I pray to my Heavenly Father, I request that he assign me work in His gardens when I finally cross over. I know I’ll have some really interesting company.
In the Bible it says:
For since the creation of the world, God’s invisible qualities – His eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. (Romans 1:20 NIV)
God created the most unbelieveably beautiful background in which to place His most beloved creation, us.
While teaching my youngest son about the planets of our solar system, I came across many wonderfully animated videos about the sun and moon and stars. Then I found a wonderfully done professional video with all of the planets slowly passing by, as if you are seated on a spaceship looking out the back window. The planets are created from actual photographs and it feels very realistic. You travel from the sun all the way to Pluto and each planet is spaced correctly and sized proportionately as they should be. While I was enjoying the experience with my science loving son, a lovely blue planet came into view. He exclaimed, “Look it’s Earth, our home.” And in that moment I saw how proud God must be of His creation. Tears streamed down my face while I held my son. I was held captive in an unexpected moment of awe and gratitude to the loving God who made such a magnificent home for us.
A reader by the name of Jerry Mansour recently wrote to me with information on God, plants, DNA, and the Bible:
Each plant, and indeed each living organism no matter how small, has the same complex type of DNA programming that we have and so we can count on exact and specific characteristics for each plant; including leaf and flower shape, color, texture, fragrance, growth pattern, size, form (erect, creeping, vining, bush, tree, etc.) Plus each plant has its own specific nutritional profile that is carefully taken up by the roots yet from the same soil (as determined by the exceptional programming at the plant’s headquarters). As you can see, I am both a science student and Bible believer and have taken an extensive look at our own DNA…which if it could be extracted from all the cells in just one of us (humans) and laid end to end would reach all the way to the sun and back over 600 times. A truly exceptional design.
One of my favorite pastors, Louie Giglio, who shepherds a large congregation in Atlanta, gives an awe inspiring sermon on science and the Heavenly Creator. It is amusing and impressive and shows us that the hand of God is everywhere around us.
I love the fact that in Genesis we get to see the gardener and artist in our Heavenly Father. After every precious thing that He made He looked at it and “saw that it was good.” It reminds me of myself, after a day of sweat and labor, leaning on the handle of my shovel looking at what I accomplished and feeling satisfied.
There are so many references in the Bible to plants, trees, fruit, flowers, and herbs it would be impossible to quote them all. One very special verse that Jerry reminded me of is:
Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. (Revelation 22:1-2 NIV)
I will close with a verse that is most special to me and my family. A verse that is our foundation in good times and bad. It paints an incredible picture:
But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him.
He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit. (Jeremiah 17:7-8 NIV)
Amen and Amen!!!
It makes me so happy to see cities and towns making their streets and sidewalks a thing of beauty. I’ve been proud of our little town of Alpharetta. When we first moved here, fifteen years ago, it was a pretty town with a beautiful town square, but nothing horticulturally exciting. In the past few years, fountains have sprung up, park benches line side streets, and huge decorative urns are everywhere.
I decided to go on a “field trip” with my camera and my hubby. I was lucky to pick a beautiful, mild, sunny day and a good-natured companion. I ended up having a lovely time and took some interesting photos.
After looking at the photos I took, I was struck by how important city streetscapes are to our lives. To walk through town and enjoy the plant life, trees and sculpture is a meditative thing. I’m so proud of the hard work of our city horticulturalists. They put together amazing plant combinations that bloom their hearts out.
I’ll have to be honest, these few weeks that we are in is not my favorite time of the year. Everything is weedy and seedy and droopy. Most color in the garden comes from a few resilient blooming annuals in pots, and even they look exhausted. I think when my back is turned they tap their feet and check their watch, wanting to know when this gig is over.
One of the few blooming shrubs that help me fill the gap is Encore azaleas. The flower color I picked is different from the normal white or pinky pink, it is a beautiful coral orange. If I was in a department store buying lipstick and found this color in a tube, it would make me sigh with delight!
The other thing I like is the shape of the flowers, kind of like a pin-wheel or star-burst and not the dainty flowers of the other azaleas. It screams here I am, look at me!
It blooms in the spring and in the fall, a double whammy. And it never ceases to remind me that very shortly everything will be lit up with fall color. It blooms in the same color palette that the maple trees will soon have on their leaves. It revs me up for the fall color show.
Enjoy the gorgeous photos while I blow my nose. Love to all.
Why do I write a gardening blog? I have asked myself this question many times and I’ve also been approached recently by friends and acquaintances asking me the same question.
First of all, I have found something I love to do. Write. For many years I floundered, wondering what my talent was in this world. I wrote my first post with the idea that if I hated the process of writing I would stop and try something else. But, I have to say, I love it. I love words and the English language and expressing oneself well and then feeling proud of your work when you are done.
When I think of gardening and writing, I often think of Thomas Jefferson (also a redhead). He was not only one of our founding fathers of this nation but also a passionate gardener, architect, designer and writer. He wrote a journal about his gardening exploits that was later published under the title Thomas Jefferson’s Garden Book. Although some parts are a little difficult to decode, it is a wonderful book that I enjoy getting from the library from time to time.
Jefferson wrote that some of his happiest times were spent in his garden at Monticello, his home in Virginia. The book is a mixed bag of many different things, such as lists of plants that he wanted to seek out, or vegetable seeds that he experimented with planting. Many times he wrote about the weather and how it affected the garden. Sometimes he wrote about problems he was experiencing in his orchard of fruit trees. Interesting stuff.
In one entry, Jefferson wrote about receiving seeds of the Cherokee rose from the governor of Georgia and planting them “in a row of about 6 f. near the NE corner of the Nursery.” Seeds! I loved turning the pages to find out if the seeds flourished. Rose seeds! Amazing!
The really inspiring thing to note is that Jefferson kept this journal of gardening records from 1766 to 1824, two years before his death. The journal was started before the Continental Congress and the Declaration of Independence with very few lapses up until his death. During this time he not only served as president but before that he served as George Washington’s Secretary of State. At one point, he wrote to President Washington trying to get out of serving:
“I have, therefore, no motive to consult but my own inclination, which is bent irresistibly on the tranquil enjoyment of my family, my farm, and my books.”
Jefferson’s letters to friends ran heavily with reports on seeds and soil, experiments with plants, and notice that he was sending them something. He would often put together boxes of seeds and acorns and ship them to a friend for planting in their own garden. Inside the package, his letter would tell in minute detail planting instructions.
Looking back, I like to think of Thomas Jefferson as the first Redhead Garden Writer. The ancestor to all of us garden writers. Maybe writing and gardening go hand in hand. Maybe this is why I write.
I would love to have seen Jefferson with a computer and the ability to research plants, order seeds online, and talk to fellow gardeners over the Internet. What a long way we have come!
If you have the ability to visit Monticello, I highly recommend doing so. It is open to the public and you can enter the house and walk through the beautiful gardens. They have a book shop and nursery filled with plants and seeds for sale. My lovely fig tree and Sweet William flowers were purchased on our visit.
For your enjoyment I have included a few notable quotes by this incredible man and gardener:
“There’s not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.” -Thomas Jefferson at the age of 43
“I’m still devoted to the garden…although an old man I am but a young gardener.” -Mr. Jefferson 25 years later
“I have often thought that if heaven had given me my choice of position and calling, it should have been on a rich spot of earth, well watered, and near a good market for the productions of the garden. No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.” -Thomas Jefferson
Whenever you think of the southern United States most people think of the movie Gone With the Wind and plantations, cotton fields, and mint juleps. No offense to Hollywood, but when I think of the glorious South with a capital S, I think of Magnolia trees. They represent the South in all of its gardening glory more than any plant or tree I can think of.
In fact, in my opinion, the Magnolia tree is the loving, sheltering grandmother of the gardening world.
I only had one grandparent, my maternal grandmother. My other grandparents had died by the time I was born, and my grandmother was the only example of the older generation that I had. And boy, was she a great example! She was a very loving, strong, kind, and God-fearing woman. She persevered the last 30 years of her life, living alone after her husband had died. She taught me so many things about life, love, relationships and God.
No one ever left her home hungry, sad, or without being prayed over. Even the robber, who broke down her door and was bleeding with cuts to his arm, was prayed for, by her, before he left out the door, carrying her valuables. She was a strong, resilient woman.
And just like my beloved grandmother, the Magnolia is strong, powerful, and resilient.
Within our town, we live very close to a wonderful park. It not only has play equipment for the kids to romp on, and, of course, the ubiquitous picnic tables. It also is an arboretum. Our little town has done a smashing job at planting countless trees of every kind. So many young 10 to 12 foot trees are there, planted for our kids and our kid’s kids to enjoy. But over in the front-probably planted 80 years ago-stands…
Two tall, magnificent, majestic old Magnolias. And just like a loving grandmother, they sit at the park with open arms to the children of our town. And when I say open arms, I really mean it. These Magnolias have the most wonderful branch structure I have ever seen. Perfect for tree climbing! In fact, my six-year-old would rather climb the tree than slide down the play equipment. The branches on a Magnolia grow so close to the ground and their leaves are so big and full, it hides any little visitor climbing within. Perfect for a child to feel as though they have their own little fort or house.
When planting a Magnolia, think long and hard before you do so. The classic evergreen Southern magnolia with large, glossy leaves and huge, fragrant white blossoms can grow gargantuan in size. The stiff, leathery leaves cannot break down in compost, so leaving them hidden under the low branches is a good option. Grass and groundcovers cannot exist under them due to the heavy shade they create. But if you have the space, it is a Southern iconic beauty. Just like my grandmother, God rest her soul.
Love to all and happy gardening!
(Note: I was unable to catch the magnolias in bloom while taking pictures for this article, so I used Alan Van Dyke’s image from the Wikimedia Commons at the top of the page. Thanks!)
When we bought this lovely house and started gardening here, I was surprised by how well my butterfly bush performed year after year. I had never owned a buddleia before and never thought that much about them. It’s funny how the plant you don’t try that hard with ends up being a shining star in your garden.
I love the way it resembles a fountain of flowers behind my English style bird-feeder. I’m glad I planted it outside my breakfast room window. It’s wonderful to look out the window and see it in all it’s snowy glory. When I walk out on our deck, butterflies come and go, to and from the showy flowers, making a flight path over my head.
If you don’t have a buddleia, I highly recommend you acquire one. They come in many different colors and many are even fragrant. It has not been bothered by any pests and it tends to be rather easy to take care of.
Buddleias bloom on current season’s wood. In the late winter to very early spring, you must prune it almost all the way down to the ground. I generally prune it to approximately 1 to 1.5 feet tall. Over the course of the growing period it reaches 6 to 8 feet tall! Deadheading the flowers is recommended, but due to the slope where mine is planted, I do not clip off the flowers. The last time I tried, I took a tumble down the slope and decided other gardening chores would be less dangerous.
In the future, I plan on trying other buddleia colors and forms. There are new dwarf forms and even some with orange flowers. I’m glad I chose a white variety. The white flowers shine beautifully at night with a full moon. Many times at dinner in our little breakfast room, you can look out and see the floating white flower-heads suspended on long branches. What a lovely view it brings to me and my family. Dinner and a show! Love to all and happy gardening!