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June 30, 2008

Summer Eye Candy on our Anniversary

In August 2007, a gender-unknown person by the name of Cy Savino uploaded a stunning close-up of a bee in multi-hued buds. Almost a year later, I now know her real name.

Cynthia Savino spends her summers as a dance instructor at the Albuquerque Academy. She's also a fencing enthusiast talented enough to coach. And she belongs to a number of Flickr groups aside from Ketzel's, including Secret Life of Plants and The Flower Show.

The girl's got an eye for plants and invertebrates, for sure. Congrats, Cynthia, on being named TP Summer Eye Candy of the Year!

bee deep in sunflower

If you'd like to know more about Cynthia's macro photography, stop by her Flickr page and drop her a friendly, "Ketzel sent me" line.

photo credit: cy_savino
 

A bug in a bud has got to be worth at least two in a blog -- which brings to mind one of the best-loved creature pix of Talking Plants' first year. It dates from September 2007 and was credited to Judie Dunn (alas, we haven't had any submissions from her in a while). The title of that day's blog was Beautyberry and the Beast.

jumping spider on calicarpa berry

The identity of the spider caused quite a stir when the post went up. The last word went to Bill Barber, a spider expert and TP friend: "I think I can agree with Phidippus spp., but I thought (from the B.J. Kaston book) it's the male (not female) of the genus that have the vertical 'eyebrow tufts.' From this photo it's hard to tell if the chelicerae are iridescent, which would further suggest male." We are so beyond hip ...

photo credit: Judie Dunn
 

We've had so many wonderful summer pix in the last year, to pick one is certainly not to diss another. We've featured a few of them on the NPR homepage billboard just in the last week, but you never did get to see the one below in its entirety.

 sleeping swan within a peony

I was pretty sucker-punched by this white peony and its pink belly button until I saw the photographer's name. Ah yes, Aleth11, I should have known. She's one of the most frequent contributors to the Talking Plants Flickr Group and her stuff just gets better and better. I couldn't help but notice that her grandma BJ was one mean photographer, too.

photo credit: aleth11
 

There's still a little time left for you to nominate your favorite of our first year's TP Flickr Pix. But if you're not up to the challenge, come back tomorrow for more of the best of the best ...

 
June 27, 2008

A Bud for George Carlin

File under, better late than negligent:

When I realized TP needed a leaf, flower or plant in memory of George Carlin, my first thought was a spikey, metallic Eryngium. Then it hit me like a dope slap. DUH.

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And another irreplaceable leaf falls from the tree of life.

photo credit: mimis_freaking_out
 

and this, from George Carlin's Brain Droppings:

Life is short. Sorry. Life is not short, it's just that since everything else lasts so long -- mountains, rivers, stars, planets -- life seems short. Actually life lasts just the right amount of time. Until you die. Death on the other hand, is short.
 
June 26, 2008

The Human Body Ain't Got Nothing On This Plant

First and foremost, this breaking news...

TALKING PLANTS TURNS ONE YEAR OLD TODAY!!!

I'd like to celebrate all next week by posting some of the best pix from our TP Flickr Pool and I need YOUR nominations.

Why not take a few minutes and either scroll through former posts or walk through our garden of, count 'em, nearly TWO THOUSAND submitted images and send me the best spring, summer, winter and fall TP Pix of the Year.

As a token of my thanks for your continued interest in Talking Plants through rain sleet and inexplicable absence, I'm posting a great big ol' Flickr pix that says more than I can legally say.

extreme close-up lotus in bud

This is only one of the sumptuous images TP photographer Chris Stamboulis recently taken at the Kenilworth Park and Aquatic Gardens in Washington, D.C. Talk about an inside-the-beltway scandal. And let me add a personal note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL MAGGIE. Add it to your birthday bouquet.

photo credit:Chris Stamboulis
 
 
June 19, 2008

What Do You Call A Garden Without Plants?

What What Eve Do, Part Five

I call it a respite. A worry-free moment. A garden with limitless possibilities. I also call it, mine.

garden before and after Eve

On the left, what was; on the right, what is. This is very nearly the same angle, now that the juniperous tree has been moved to the parking strip. And this is pretty much the way I last saw the garden before having to leave for the NPR mothership in DC. more than a week ago. Just grabbed the pix before heading for the airport; took me this entire week to find the data storage card!

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

If you've followed the What Would Eve Do series thus far, believe me, I know this is anticlimactic. But I will make good in my next installment, once I get back home (only a few days left) and really take stock -- and pictures -- of what Eve has thus far wrought.

concrete colors

It was no small trick for the concrete crew to add these powdered colors to the setting cement. The process took them about 3 hours, the results beyond my expectations. The colors were pretty subtle when I last saw them, but they've since been sealed (evidentally, an ecological disaster. My housesitter said the fumes in the house made the place unliveable). I'll know in a few days if doing that was a mistake.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 


 
June 18, 2008

Let It Pour, Let It Pour, Let It Pour

What Would Eve Do, Part Four

Let's get the ugly stuff out of the way immediately. I made a commitment, all right. I decided that Eve would try something she'd never experienced in her garden before: colored concrete.

I tried to talk her out of it. "Eve," I argued, "it's not porous, it's not biodegradable. For Adam's sake, it's just not green!" She didn't care; she figured she'd greened up enough of the planet in her day that her own conscience could tolerate a hardscape that came out of a hose.

hose spraying concrete

Like chocolate pudding, the concrete arrived pre-mixed a rich, chocolate brown. This would be the base color, anyway, what would be left after the applied colors on top eventually faded (alas, it comes with the media). We're talking a pour that took place last Friday morning; by evening, it was cured.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine
 

The company I chose to work with was All-American Concrete, indistinguishable by name but wait till you meet its owner, Kip. More to the point, when I met Kip, I was caught off-guard by his shy, quiet, Mayberry-like manner and his unselfconscious but alarming good looks. Having learned in oh! so many ways not to be undone by handsomeness, I also called his three references and all cooed over his work.

When I first talked with Kip, back in late March, I was interested in having a flagstone look in the courtyard, which could sorta kinda be achieved by staining and stamping the concrete. Luckily, I changed my mind and decided to add interest by scoring the concrete into a jumble of rectangular shapes, then using three different earthy colors on top of the brown base. (The stamping could have easily backfired and looked tacky).

concrete color samples

A few days before the big pour, Kip showed me a bunch of concrete color samples I'd chosen from a chart. I don't think I picked any of the four above. It's a very hit and miss process, this concrete-coloring stuff, but in looking at all my other hardscape choices, this is the one that got me closest to my goal: tidy, no weeding, nice for walking barefoot, and colors that would marry the orange house and the dark gray fountain.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

Tomorrow's installment of What Would Eve Do: Blow me over, it's g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s. Plus, so much for the 5K budget.


 
June 15, 2008

Order in the Courtyard

What Would Eve Do, Part Three

No matter how many books you read of the GARDEN DESIGN MADE SIMPLE! variety, no matter how many measurements you take or design principles you follow, there is nothing and I mean nothing easy about designing a space, let alone one that will be constantly changing every month of the year.

Perhaps I should clarify: there is nothing easy about designing an outdoor space alone. If How-To books work for you (they make me rigid and stupid), so much the better, you don't need to rope a lot of people into your process. But ask what Eve would do, and she'd answer, Brainstorm.

Nani Waddoups and Roy Oudinot

Legions escorted me along the design road: thank you designer friends Michael Schultz, John Forsgren and shvester Susan Levine). Above, the folks that helped me nail it: meet Nani Waddoups (left) and Roy Oudinot. Roy is a landscape contractor who gave me quotes and graciously handed me over to another contractor who specialized in what I finally chose. Nani (she picked my house colors two years ago) is an all-around, class-act designer with great taste who I happily paid by the hour. In the middle of the picture is a trompe l'oeil by an artist named Simple. This piece has lived everywhere I have for the last 14 years.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

You don't have to brainstorm with experts. All it takes is a few imaginative and generous friends. But if what you want seems beyond the scope of casual converstaion, scout around for a local garden that wows you and contact either its contractor or designer.

I don't suggest you lure a whole lot of professionals over to your house and pick their brains without paying them for their time; what goes around comes around and you'll end up on the Avoid This Client list (word travels fast in the trade).

But I do think it's perfectly kosher to tell a designer you're soliciting different ideas and would like to buy an hour's consultation. (You could even ask if your payment might be deducted when you finally commit to that designer.)

After 90 minutes with Nani and Roy (pictured above), a lot of great ideas were proposed and rejected. Among the many things I have come away with are three questions worth answering when you take on a re-design:

1. What's your budget? Mine was $5K. And it was unrealistic.

2. What's driving your design? Could be the budget, could be a fantasy. Mine was the fountain and the narrow lot; it said to me, courtyard. You may need a playground for both kids and adults ... a formal vegetable garden instead of lawn ... a way to make a small space look larger, or a large space feel more intimate.

3. What do you want/don't want? I wanted tidy, easy to walk on, and dog-resistant. I didn't want to weed between pavers, I didn't want anything tracked into the house, and I wanted more hardscape than plants (my plant playground is the front yard). Also, I wanted the color of the hardscape to wed the house and fountain. Not much, right? But it helped me focus. Keep in mind that knowing what you don't want is an excellent place to begin.

beagle in construction site

And so begins Eve -- with grids, rebar and the ever-present beagle, curled into a construction frame that will soon be home to a tree. Can you see where I'm going here? At least what my hardscape choice turned out to be?

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

After meeting with Nani and Roy and getting Roy's flagstone estimate ($8K-9K, too pricey and conservative for me), I began leafing through courtyard/small garden books and exploring the online work of well-known landscape designers. Let me say loud and clear I owe a great deal to a woman whose work I've never actually seen but have heard about, Bay Area designer Shirley Alexandra.

A few weeks later, I had finally envisioned my courtyard. The question now, did I have the guts to trust what I saw?

In our next installment of What Would Eve Do: tackling the "C" word. Commitment.

 
June 11, 2008

The Fountain: Hear Me Roar

What Would Eve Do, Part II

Creating ambient sound is a terrific solution to environmental noise. In my case, the noise was so loud -- 40 young human beings embibing at picnic tables on the other side of my fence -- I didn't know what to do. So I called the City of Portland's Noise Noise Control Dept and got the name of its Go-To guy Paul Van Orden, then arranged for him to vist my garden one balmy, noisy night. The results were as follows:

Idea #1: Build a wall. in this case, one that would have to be at least half the width of the lot, @25'. That seemed like a lot of money for a very un-aesthetic result.

Idea #2: Outdoor speakers. To be effective, my own music would have to be uncomfortably loud. Of course I could point the speakers towards the revelers, but that seemed, shall we say, hostile. (Note: that was not Paul's idea, it belonged to my trouble-making friend Mar who didn't understand why I wouldn't just aim my hose at the fence and play Douse the Diners).

#3: Water features. How many, how big, what kind? Paul Van Orden's opinion was that in order for my ambient sound to have an impact, I'd need to make the loudest noise possible, meaning a BIG fountain with HIGH downspouts falling into a DEEP basin. Never mind that the entire space in question is barely 360 sq ft. The only kind of fountain that would make a difference would have to dominate -- audibly and visibly.

Builders Kelly Adams and David Leach

Meet co-collaborators Kelly Adams and David Leach of Shadow Land, who built a lovely concrete/stucco wall for friends of mine and seemed to have a nice, soft touch. I'd never seen any of their fountains, but I liked the guys immediately (David turned out to be passionate about plants) and we shared a definite aesthetic: simple and bold.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

I'll tell you right up front that the cost of a fountain seemed a pittance compared with the trauma and expense of moving, the only other solution I could think of to mitigate living cheek by jowel with an outdoor cafe. I committed $5K to the project, Shadow Land accepted the challenge, and we let the budget and the desired effect (big and noisy) drive the fountain design.

applying stucco to cinder block carcass of fountain

The easiest decision was that the fountain be made of cinder block. We then decided that the scuppers (a.k.a., downspouts) would be recessed, an easy enough thing to do by arranging the blocks. We took our fountain size measurements off of the house, from the window I'd be looking at the fountain from. That immediately dictated a height of 8' and a width of 11'. Let me tell you, that was one scary commitment.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

Somewhere along the line, I decided I wanted the scuppers to be both at different heights and separated from one another by setting them in long rectangles of ceramic glass tiles. I found the brand and colors I wanted locally, then had to special order two of the colors online. It wasn't cheap but the payoff has been enormous, particularly at night when the lights on the fountain's bottom shine up through concentric cirles of raindrops and cast their shadows on the sparkling tiles.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. We're still in the building process. The guys showed me some scupper choices, I chose very basic ones in a powdered rust finish, and after looking at concrete color samples, we all decided that the fountain should be dark charcoal (knowing it would ultimately fade. That's the deal with sun-bleached concrete).

As for the basin, well, I knew that water had to fall a long way and into a deep receptacle. So that's what I've got: at 9.5' long and 2' deep, it's a watery tomb. And oh baby, does she sound.

side shot of fountain

Turns out my documentation of the process last year is missing a number of perspectives, but you can get a closer look at the scuppers and tiles if not the basin. At the far end is a banana; if you don't wrap their trunks here in Z8, they die back to the ground each year. But with enough heat, they're back up to 10' by end of August.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

As this mother of all blog items comes down the home stretch, I have just a few things left for you to consider if you want to try this at home.

In order to be able to turn the fountain on and off from the house -- a wonderful convenience, particularly with so much NW rain -- I had to cough up another $1K for the electrical work. What a shocker, not to mention an unbudgeted expense. Secondly, the surrounding garden was trashed in the process, and no one I mean no one was to blame. Creating a fountain like this turns the garden into a construction site. So in answer to the burning question, What Would Eve Do? She'd do the soundblaster first.

bereft garden but with big fountain

And so we have come to the present, and the reason why this garden now needs reviving. Behind all the greenery at the far end is the fence, on the other side of which is dining. You can also see the depth of my watery tomb.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

Was it worth it? Did it do the trick? The answer: YES! I am nuts about my fountain, it makes a massive yet evocative sound, and this year I'll put in aquatic plants to fill up its considerable bulk. It doesn't drown out the really high-pitched laughter nor the occasional screeching and screaming, but it fills in all the middle sound and erases at least 85% of the hubbub.

Tomorrow's installment of What Would Eve Do: taking an awkward narrow space dominated by a giant fountain and an orange house and figuring out how to pull it together into a garden.


 
June 10, 2008

What Would Eve Do: Reviving A Neglected Garden

Tidy. How's that for a design principle? Not what you'd call imaginative or inspired. But after seven years of delicious chaos in my cramscaped (vs landscaped) front garden -- a 25'x50' space where spikey, fragrant, towering and flowering species continue to duke it out -- all I wanted from the side yard was an absence, not a presence. I wanted as few plants in the ground as possible and a hardscape the dogs could neither upset nor track into the house.

foliage and bubbling fountain

A brief June moment in a corner of my front garden, a bonafide sanctuary yards away from a boisterous, energetic and commercially "complicated" street (drugs, prostitution and a wholesome family-style brew pub). I know it's all out there on the other side of the fence, but in here, the only reality is color, texture and movement. Plus occasional energetic bouts of whacking it all back.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

Every piece of property has its challenges, whether it's the soil, the neighbor's barking beagle or water-sucking, shallow-rooted trees. Mine is urban density, which has only gotten more intense since I moved in. A few years ago, my peace of mind went right out the window when a cafe opened round the block, its big draw a lot of outdoor seating which instantly put drinking, smoking strangers inches away from my back door.

Come 5pm weekdays and all day Sat & Sun, as many as 40 people with endlessly cloying good cheer would drive me to distraction. (In truth, to tears). I found myself becoming a disgruntled old biddy who scowled, unobserved on the other side of a 10' fence, wishing misery on their good time. Gardening out there was limited to weekend mornings before noon; once the Young People arrived, the noise was such I could no longer keep the windows open in the house.

By last spring, I had to do something: move, or throw money at a solution. I decided to stay put and create thundering, ambient sound.

close-up of fountain scuppers

Proving, yet again, that necessity really is the mother of invention, behold a whole lotta "taking back my space" nearly deafening noise.

photo credit: Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

Tomorrow's installment of What Would Eve Do: creating a 12' wide, 7' tall fountain without even a sketch of a plan...AND...the leftover ruined yard.

 

Call it a Placesaver

It's Tuesday morning 1:45 am and I'm not entirely sure why I've stopped by at this Hour of the Snoring Beagle except to confess I took a vacation last week and did not bring you along.

I figured I'd just slip away quietly without my computer to hike and to sleep with abandon, then sneak back online like I'd never been gone. But now I find myself on the verge of feeling guilty for just taking off "without so much as a by your leave" (what does that mean, anyway?).

So I'm thinking this is a challenge in need of a solution since I will certainly go away without you again (it's not personal). Perhaps what we need...is...A Guest Blogger.

But who? You? So introduce yourself to the community and let us read some of your stuff.

Meanwhile, this is going to be a big week, the week we find out what Eve would do with my sorry side yard. Based on the trucks parked on the street outside my house, she would hire young men with big shoulders and get out of their way. Really, though, I am ready to take you along for my garden remodel which...has...begun!

Just let me get a few hrs sleep (it's now 2:38am; this meager offering took an hour?) and I will start the tale, What Would Eve Do, tomorrow...

 
May 28, 2008

If You Lived Here...

...you'd understand why my garden is minus a gardener. It's not that I've crossed over to the dark side so much as I've become a zealous devotee of the wild side.

Every spring, sometimes as early as March, anyone listening can hear the call of the flora as it breaks bud along the Columbia Gorge. After twelve years living in the NW, that call's become deafening.

penstemon

According to the field book I'm packing these days, Wildflowers of the Pacific Northwest, we've got FORTY-ONE distinct species and varieties of penstemon, and that's not counting the scads of varieties sold and grown in NW gardens. (Portland area's Joy Creek Nursery offers almost fifty). So forgive me if I don't stick my neck out and i.d. this one, which is out by the gazillions amidst the balsamroot in the upper meadows of the Tom McCall Preserve.

Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

It didn't used to be this way. Time was, nothing could get me out of the garden come spring, particularly when I was gardening in D.C. where the race was on to finish everything before the weather turned like a rabid dog.

But as gentle NW rains continue to fall on my garden, lulling me into a false sense of of calm re: planting and mulching for the summer to come, I am nobody's gardener. Instead, I am a grateful witness to a miraculous if fragile world.

lupine hill

Here's an overview of that balsamroot -- rioting here with lupine -- on the relatively steep hike to the top of the Preserve. We've got eight species in the NW; this one's Balsamorhiza deltoidea

Ketzel Levine, NPR
 

Of course not all the flowers in the Columbia Gorge are so bold and gregarious. Because of the continued wet and cold, a number of species remain reluctant to bear their souls.

shy larkspur

A bashful monkshood (it is, isn't it? I thought delphinium, but it's too robust), one of hundreds now shuddering at the top of Multnomah Falls, waiting for the right moment to unfold. Now that I think about it, I'm not entirely sure this is the native monkshood. Damn! Guess I'll have to climb back up after work today, just to be sure.

Ketzel Levine, NPR
 
 



   
   
   
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