“It’s nothing to shout about but it made such a difference to nurture something and to have some more green in all the cement. I think we’ll keep on trying to garden wherever we go, despite our limited success. There is just something therapeutic about it.” – Small Bits
I just had to get outside.
That was pretty much the reason I first started gardening — in Madagascar 20 years ago. And that is the reason I’m running a bit late with this Friday Foreign Service Bloggers’ Round Up on “gardens created, loved, and left.”
Yesterday was beautiful here in D.C. We finally got a break in the weather, with a high of only 86º and low humidity. By early afternoon, when I should have been settling down to write, I chucked it all and walked down to Dunbarton Oaks Garden (more on that later in the week).
So now, I’ll get right to it. All the posts were so enjoyable. Thanks to everyone who responded to the theme!
Small Bits in “209 of 365” writes about gardening in the harsh climate of Nuevo Laredo, Mexico.
“It is hot (over 100) and kind of humid in the summer but can still freeze in the winter. The wind blows all the time. And when it rains, it dumps water out of the sky, which can wash plants away. When it doesn’t rain, lots of plants shrivel right up unless they have access to some shade. December and November are gorgeous though.”
They use planter boxes so they can move the plants out of the driving rain (or even inside during a freeze). They’ve had good success with volunteer watermelons and citrus (lucky!). They also report that the birds eat their chilis. This intrigues me too. Has anyone else seen this?
Sadie Abroad writes about “The Miracle Orchid.”
“Now, I am not any kind of a green thumb. I am very, very bad with plants. I like them, but I am not good at keeping them alive. When I lived in South Africa, one of my friends and I shared this amazing furnished cottage. It was not until we had lived there several months that we realized we had a 6-foot tall plant in our dining room. We realized it because it was dying and the leaves were falling off and crunching underfoot. Whoops. So that’s the kind of thing I’m talking about.”
But co-workers in New Hampshire gave her an orchid, which persisted in not only surviving, but thriving and repeat blooming, so it got to make the trip to Oakwood when she joined the Foreign Service. Now in Saudi Arabia, she has adopted a 5′ tall “plant of some sort,” which she has named Aziza. This is often how it starts.
3rdculturechildren writes affectionately of their home in Southwest D.C. in “Photography: gardens who were left behind. . .” and posts some very sweet pictures.
“It’s our ‘home base’, our safe haven, the place to where we always come back to. It’s very close to our hearts – our first apartment as a married couple, the home for our first born child and the return home after the first overseas adventure.”
Whale Ears and other Wanderings lives in Jordan, where things are a bit too hot and dry for much yard work at the moment. But back in May, she wrote about the pleasure of starting a garden in “She Puts the Lamb in the Oven . . . Preparing a Garden for Spring” and “For Lack of Anything to Say — Flowers.”
Those were the two posts she submitted, but I poked around and found “Gardening Like a Madwoman” from March, which I very much enjoyed, since I love a good chopping spree myself. (BTW, I think your blue-flowered “majnoon” vine is plumbago. If so, you can keep it pruned to 2′ to 3′ high and use it as a flowering bedding plant or a hedge.)
By the where writes about her bumper crop of zucchini in “Jardin.”
“We’ve eaten so much zucchini so far this year it’s silly. Justin has told me that he doesn’t want to eat zucchini again maybe ever and that 16 inch bad boy above (12 inches in girth) — [there’s a photo; it is impressive] — is currently being turned into ridiculous amounts of zucchini bread that we are going to gift. Don’t even start with me on telling me there are more ways to eat zucchini than in bread or sautéed. We’re zucchini-d out and that’s a fact.”
Been there — but with yellow cherry tomatoes, on the roof in Togo.
Life in the Land of the Long White Cloud writes in “Garden City to City in a Garden” about the heartbreak of realizing that the old Christchurch, New Zealand, is gone forever after the earthquake six months ago. But there is inspiration in the story of its plans to rebuild over the next 10 years — making its gardening heritage the starting point for renewal.
“Christchurch, the Garden City, will become the city in a garden, according to its broad-shouldered mayor. The Central Business District will, in effect, be a thing of the past. Most of the landmark buildings, its heritage, its calling cards, will be gone. The new city will be lower, greener and more spread out. At the heart of the new Christchurch will be the gorgeous, leisurely Avon River. Upon its banks will be serpentine parks, bike paths and green areas – a botanical soul to a defiant city.”
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