I’m a bit late, but I did want to show off my 25 rosemary plants (on the left, below), which grew from cuttings that I took from a single big old plant that was in the garden when we arrived here.
The photo above shows the passage between the vegetable garden on the left and the cutting garden on the right, walking toward the south end of the upper lawn.
By the way, that huge, dark green tree in the upper left corner is what your potted weeping fig would look like over time — in the ground, in a constantly warm climate.
I started the cuttings about 18 months ago.* Now the plants are 2′ to 3′ tall,
This is the one Rudbeckia hirta or black-eyed Susan to germinate out of an entire packet of seeds — a plant that has a reputation for generous self-seeding. I have big hopes for it, though. It’s a pretty showy native American plant.
*I cut pieces that were a little or not quite woody, stripped the ends, and stuck them in a slightly sunken, slightly shaded place. Then, I kept the ground there damp for a few months. After I transplanted them, I was also careful to water the new plants almost daily for a few weeks.
I know that posting a lot of flower closeups is the soft porn of garden blogging,* but I find that I’m not above it.
I live in Rwanda, which explains all the color in December. If you are reading from the recently snowy northern hemisphere, I’m very sorry, and you may avert your eyes.
Thanks to Carol of May Dreams Gardens for hosting Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day on the 15th of every month. Click here and see what’s blooming in other climes.
This is my second post today. ”The Sunday porch” is here.
*Or of any garden publishing, outside of botany books.
Looking through a “slat screen” from the back porch of a house on Randolph Street (probably N.W.), Washington, D.C., May 1942, by John Ferrell, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.
OK, it’s possible that I’m easily amused.
Also, I have holiday shopping to do. . . and it’s Bloom Day. (So more later.)
John Ferrell was a photographer for the Farm Security Administration when he took these photos.
Randolph Street, N.W., runs east-west through the Petworth neighborhood of Washington, D.C.
You can see larger versions of the pictures by clicking on ‘Continue reading’ and then on either thumbnail image.
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
– Gwendolyn Brooks, from “a song in the front yard“
I like this photo, which is by the same photographer as Monday’s picture of repeating haycocks in an apple orchard.
The vines* are pretty, and there may be a little porch underneath them, but it’s hard to tell. Some of the branches of the tree to the right of the man seem to be caught up in the climbing foliage. Maybe it’s an illusion or maybe they were trying to create an archway? I think there’s a rose bush in the foreground on the right. Is that a cherry tree on the left?
There is one fairly large window at the end of the house. In order for settlers to acquire a homestead, “[t]he law stipulated that a domicile suitable for permanent residence of at least 10 by 12 feet with a minimum of one window must occupy the property,” according to the Center for the Study of the Pacific Northwest.
*It looks like English ivy, which is now terribly invasive in the state of Washington.