Report card

We are judged on almost everything we do in life. Think about it. You bake something and a verdict is passed. You paint, write, sing, sculpt, build, invent, teach, sell or parent and there is a panel that is on the ready to make a pronouncement. Our culture enjoys a certain comfort in deeming things pass/fail, right/wrong, beautiful/ugly, amateur/professional, successful/unsuccessful, crude/sophisticated. This makes being true to oneself rather difficult.

We are afraid to call ourselves an artist if we have not shown in an exhibit or a writer if a book has never been published. You might be an engineer with the correct schooling and degrees but you can be a sculptor as well. Even if what you sculpt is done at night and your art is seen only inside your home. But how hesitant we are to declare it in public! Too timid to question the system that denies one one’s many faceted, undeniably special persona.

Who are these social pundits and what exactly are their qualifications to be so judgmental? A certain degree of parameters make sense. For instance, rules of the road are very relevant. The same goes for how we conduct ourselves in society. They serve as guidelines, standard markers that make civilization thrive. One learns how to reach higher and do better. Peaceful, cooperative societies must have general rules and acceptable limits. This works fine but all too often, we are left somewhat paralyzed by fear of censure in our day to day lives. Because of this, we follow the pack and surrender our individuality. Look around. Our dress, our literature and cinema, our music, the architecture and appearance of residential streets, cars, hairstyles, even our food choices are all dictated by trends set mostly by those who in truth, know no better than anybody else.

We listen to the words of celebrities as though they are the modern day Oracle or are the select few in custody of the Rosetta Stone of Everything. If a person is indeed an expert or legitimate authority, then, they are obligated to teach, help the rest of us. Not deride, mock or judge. Most of us never pause to question if any of this feels right or is suitable at all. To follow our own ideas and thoughts is to be bold and courageous. If you are not breaking the law or harming anybody, then take a big, deep breath and be bold and courageous. Be you.

The easiest place to express yourself is the garden. Society regards the garden like an afterthought. Unless your front garden is a complete jungle or radically different, no one will notice or care. It is as though to spend time gardening means we are not pursuing more important, pressing causes. And if you don’t garden, well who will chide you because after all “who has the time?”.

On the one hand, it is universally accepted that it is vital to have access to nature and we tend to buy as large a property as possible. But on the other, not enough is done to acknowledge and appreciate those who create and care for such green spaces. We can use this attitude to advantage!

Typically, I see it as a means to create whatever garden I like. True, going berserk and making a thirty foot waterfall on a standard suburban plot would be asking for complaints from neighbors and zoning/architectural review boards. But in general, a great deal of leeway exists. Go with your heart and abilities. Convert the whole garden into a vegetable plot. Make it a paradise of peonies. Fill it with all your favorite plants. Gaudy colors, all white beds, minimalist modern, serious native plant collections – go for it. As long as you adhere to what your geographical zone will allow to grow and you do no harm. The latter tenet means not harming people, animals or the environment. Honor the earth. Plain and simple.

So what if none of the neighbors grow vegetables in the front of the house. If that is the most suitable location for a potager, then by all means make the most productive, most beautiful vegetable garden there. Long for a riot of roses? Make it happen! Personally, I’d much rather see a joyous melange of flowers favored by the owner’s unique style than yet another ho-hum, run of the mill suburban property. After all, where is the individual personality of the owner to be found?

The thing is, in gardening, there is no pass or fail. Everything is a learning experience. Your garden is one big open air classroom. Nature is the teacher – she gives no tests, no grades and does not single you out for punishment. Your own talents and interests are nurtured. You join this school at any age, work at your own pace, drop out if you need to, return after a hiatus. Mistakes are permitted! You get rewarded for just showing up. All along, you discover your strengths, overcome difficulties and get empowered for what lies outside the garden walls. You learn to be yourself. No pressure other than what you put on yourself. As it should be. Before long, you will step out of the boundaries of the garden and venture into other realms to make your own personal mark.

If you are hesitant to express your style or state your opinion lest you are chided, get yourself to the garden. Learn, grow strong. You endeavor to garden, so you are a Gardener. The garden gives out no report cards.

Enjoy these images of unique spaces. Be empowered!
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(c) 2013 Shobha Vanchiswar

Separation Anxiety

It happens every year at this time. The bittersweet end of the growing season. The busy pace of getting garden chores done is mirrored only by that frenzy in spring. With a difference. While the spring is fueled by the eager anticipation of flowers in bloom, potagers burgeoning with produce and long days spent in the embrace of the sun, at this time, there is a distinct feeling of reluctance and longing.

Putting the garden to bed is itself quite satisfying. A parental gesture of safeguarding the garden so it gets through the long night of winter without incident. But, the heart is heavy as we brace ourselves for whatever the cold months portend. Anxiety surfaces as the shadows lengthen. As children of the sun, it is but natural to feel sad as we move farther from it. Forced to spend more time indoors, deprived of natural light and fresh air is a recipe for low spirits and gloomy temperament. Our transition from outside to in, is never easy. Separation of garden and gardener is sorrowful. But there is a silver lining to this icy, dark cloud. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

As a gardener, I’m nothing without hope. Optimism is my calling card. I’ve come to not only accept that winter must be got through but, I appreciate what it does. The entire cold season, as long as it is, is a period of grace for the garden and myself. It is when we can rest, restore and recuperate after three seasons of hard work. Now is the time to replenish ourselves. The breathing space.

While the garden is in deep slumber, I take my own rest of sorts. Turning my attention to tasks that were neglected in the whirlwind of garden chores, I catch up with paperwork, organizing the house and pursuing creative passions that often get short shrifted in the warm months. Books that begged to be read are now indulged. Conversations with friends and family assume a more relaxed, intimate nature. I use this luxury of time to get my house and myself in order. With the new year, my calender is laid out with not only garden chores but doctor’s appointments, concerts and plays, museum visits, vacation dates, birthdays and anniversaries. If it is on the calender, it stands a very good chance of getting done/celebrated. I even mark off space for all of my creative efforts which require proper time and attention. In essence, these winter months are given to ensuring that balance is maintained.

Cozy by the fireplace, I plan the garden of my dreams where no mistakes are ever made. Accidents are a non-occurrence, chores always get done on time and without undue effort and, the plants do exactly as I’ve intended. Naturally, this garden looks fabulous all the time. I design, draw lists, order what is needed and such preparation sustains me all through the winter. But even before this, the groundwork for my positive outlook is laid out in fall. When I plant hundreds of spring blooming bulbs, Each of these plump, brown packages is full of promise and reassurance. Insisting on enduring the absolute cold of winter, they say with unequivocal certainty that the time of sunshine and honeybees will return. All in its own time.

After this respite, both garden and gardener are ready, energized and looking forward. The sap is flowing and we start all over again.

Attitude is everything. Sleep garden sleep.

The side path in slumber.

The side path in slumber.


The path reawakened in early spring.

The path reawakened in early spring.


The herb and chekerboard gardens in winter

The herb and chekerboard gardens in winter


Early spring

Early spring


Spring in the 'meadow'.

Spring in the ‘meadow’.


Early daffodils

Early daffodils


F. meleagris

F. meleagris


Apple blossoms

Apple blossoms

Conquering The Darkness

Every year, when we turn back the clock, I go into a funk. Reduced hours of light affect me and cosequently, affect all who must live with me. Given that these dark days extend to months, I feel more than a little sorry for those who are treated to my cranky, disagreeable moods. Even I cannot stand myself at times. So I’ve learned to prepare for what is ahead. After all, if what cannot be avoided must be endured, I can at the very least make the experience pleasantly bearable. One day at a time.

Ideally, one would benefit from a winter-long sojourn to warm, sunny locales. But that, alas, is not my lot. I make do with what is at hand and what is possible. Mind you, I’m well aware that winter can have a very severe, debilitating effect on certain people. Medical intervention is necessary. Seasonal Affective Disorder is nothing to trivialize. For my purpose however, the actions I mention here suit me well.

As we move indoors for the next five months or so, I get started on my ‘Keep Myself Sane’ plan. Not surprisingly, I bring the garden indoors. I’m not just talking house plants. Two weeks ago, I started paperwhites in a big way. Almost every room has been graced with them. At this time, they are blooming charmingly and giving me a sense of the same joy that I experience in spring. Gradually, amaryllis will begin to bloom and later in January, the bulbs that had been occupying some prime real estate in the refrigerator will be forced. Thus, all winter long I will be surrounded by spring flowering bulbs.

In addition, I have assorted Wardian cases simulating mini-gardens to keep me company. A well appointed one of these never fails to put me in a good mood. ( Stay tuned for an article on terrariums and Wardian cases in the near future!). I’m also fortunate to have a modest-sized greenhouse and so, I escape to these forms of gardening quite willingly.It is a bit of cheating because there is none of the typical hardwork. Instead, with very little effort, all the joys of a garden are provided – greenery, flowers, fragrance. Gardners get unhappy if there is no where to garden.

Next, I address that tricky bit of creating more light. Replacing certain light bulbs with brighter ones makes a big difference. Particularly in spaces used for work, creative pursuits and, cooking. I also stock up on candles galore. A room lit with lots of candles instantly gives the impression that a celebration is underway. Get the fireplace(s) going and I’m all set. With cozy in mind, I have deliciously warm, elegant throws at every spot one might settle in for a good read, chat or nap.

Continuing in my attempt to stave off the seasonal blues, I approach the next sense that must be satisfied. Okay, fooled. And that, is the influence on the nose. Fragrant candles that gently evoke visions of the beach or meadows are a boon. Likewise, citrus fruits scent the air nicely and transport me to sun-kissed orange groves. When the jasmine in the greenhouse starts blooming, it gets moved to the bedroom to hopefully guide me into dreams of nights in India where the air hangs heavy with such perfume.

In general, I’m concious about minimizing the carbon-foorprint of the foods I buy. But sometimes, my well-being takes priority and I permit myself to indulge in a crisp guava, a juicy mango, sweet papaya, fresh pineapple or, pretty cactus pear ( the last makes for a delicious sorbet or sauce) just so I can make-believe I’m in some tropical paradise.

This is not to say I don’t absolutely enjoy the hearty winter stews and other cold weather tasties. But occasionally, there is the desire to transport myself to sunny, warmer climes. Time and finances permitting, I try to fit in a brief escape to exactly such a place. Even a few days can do wonders to one who is miserable in the short, dark days of these parts. In a pinch, take a trip to a local nursery and bask amidst the plants in their greenhouses. Even better, visit the conservatories in botanical gardens. The lush, tropical plants, the warm, humid air and suddenly you are in a whole different world.

The benefits of time spent outdoors are of course not to be undermined. A brisk walk has often been just the ticket to get me energized both physically and mentally. I do so adore the beautiful, glittery winter landscapes. However, all too often I find myself lapsing into a distinct state of laziness. To get up from the comfy couch, put on layers and layers of clothes, don those winter boots, step into biting cold air …. can be rather unappealing right? But oh! The awfulness of wallowing in a condition of depressed spirits and uncreative mind is much, much worse. And so a regular walk becomes a habit.

Finally, seed and plant catalogs that begin to fill mail boxes from the fall onwards are set aside for perusal in the deep of winter. Just when one begins to despair that the freezing weather will never end, the catalogs provide hope. They are the fodder that feeds the heart with dreams of future gardens. To envision all sorts of horticultural possibilities is wildly exciting and endlessly pursued. The pulse quickens, the imagination soars, eyes shine and designs are drawn, orders are placed as the soul is awoken to look ahead with optimism. With the gradual lengthening of days, the promise of spring is made good.

The sun will once again triumph and banish the long night. The demons will be silenced, fears will be overcome as the dark spaces are made visible. Light shall settle on earth’s shoulders and spring will be reborn. I believe with all my heart.

Lead Kindly Light, Amidst The Encircling Gloom …. – John Henry Newman 1833.

Paperwhites

Paperwhites


Inside the greenhouse

Inside the greenhouse


Fresh flowers bring cheer

Fresh flowers bring cheer


Amaryllis in bud

Amaryllis in bud


Orchids bloom in a friend's greenhouse

Orchids bloom in a friend’s greenhouse


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Camillia - another winter bloomer

Camillia – another winter bloomer


The herb garden in winter

The herb garden in winter

Scary, Silly Make-Believe

With Halloween almost here, the excitement is palpable. Children are giddy with ideas about costumes and the anticipation of vast hauls of candy. Adults, whilst less excited, are still happy to participate. Especially in the pile of sweet treats that wind up on the kitchen table. Playing dress-up is fun no matter what age. Do you have a costume ready?

Pretending to be someone or something else is not simply an escape into another world. It is a means of self protection, a ruse to scare, to trap and then, there are those times when one inadvertently resembles a different subject. Despite all our human attempts to create costumes or reinvent ourselves, I firmly believe Nature is the master of disguise and intrigue. Butterfly wings patterned to resemble fierce, scary eyes, leaf hoppers looking like, well, leaves, bird calls that mislead predators, creatures that look like stones, animal furs designed to camouflage, flowers shaped to deceive pollinators, the list is endless. Detection, deception, duplicity and diversion are hallmarks of survival in the wild.

In the garden, I get such a thrill when I come across an object that looks like it is in costume by pure happenstance. In the spirit of Halloween, I submit a few such images. This week, lets set aside our lengthy to-do lists for a bit and join in the fun.

BOO!

Is that a spider in the tulip?

Is that a spider in the tulip?


Somebody is watching!

Somebody is watching!


Is it a stone or a sole fish?

Is that a stone or a sole fish?


Creepy, crawly lurking around.

Creepy, crawly lurking around.


The Dementors are here! Where are Harry and Dumbledore? ( Monkshood or Queen of poisons or Devil's helmet)

The Dementors are here!
( Monkshood or Queen of poisons or Devil’s helmet)


Will you walk into my parlor?

Will you walk into my parlor?


BOO!

BOO!


(c) 2013 Shobha Vanchiswar

Is The Customer Always Right?

Some weeks ago, Bloomingdales announced that they were taking a hard line on the return of their clothing. Because some folk tend to wear the clothes and then return for a refund, the store has decided to attach a device to the garments that would preclude that possibility. Any returned merchandise must have the device intact and attached. The measure should curb an $ 8.8 billion fraud bill! This is a sad commentary on the moral standards of a section of our society.

To make matters worse, the wrong doing is not restricted to clothing. Plant nurseries are confronted with a similar dilemma. People return plants for a variety of reasons. The plants are kept for some days and then brought back because “they are not looking good”/ “ I changed my mind”/ “my spouse does not like these”/ “ I found a color I liked better at another place” and so on. How the plants were cared for in the interim is uncertain. Were they watered, given sun/shade, kept healthy, are factors not determined. Flowering plants have on occasion, been used for an outdoor event and then returned because “it didn’t work out”. This last one is exactly the same as the Bloomingdales problem. To use plants to “stage” a property for a showing and then return them is not unheard of.

People come a year after purchasing a plant wanting their money back because the item did not survive the winter. No mention of the possibility that perhaps they themselves could have done something wrong. Wrong plant for the site. Wrong conditions. And some times sheer bad luck from a nasty winter which knocked off plants all over the region.

There is of course, the possibility that the plant purchased might have been sick or diseased. But for the most part, that would have been made visible quite early. On the chance that this was not the case, the nursery would have eventually been notified by other buyers or the growers themselves when the problem surfaced. In which case, refunds would be appropriate. However, this is not the usual situation. Most times, people want to blame the nursery for all horticultural failures.

Some nurseries offer a limited warranty. It probably helps in customer relations. But what is the responsibility of the buyer? Do we not have to act in good faith? How do we dare demand good service, excellent quality and fair prices if we don’t do our part in adhering to the honor system?

Plants are living creatures and by that very nature, there are simply too many variables in play. Reputable nurseries do their best to offer the best. The customer then must do his/her best as well. Do the research, choose wisely, plant correctly, care for the plants diligently. Don’t abuse the system. If the plant was mislabeled or the flowers turn out to be a far cry from the desired color, then by all means ask for a replacement but lets not make others pay for one’s own mistakes or failings.

I know of no nursery tycoon. This is not the business that generates wealth. Nurserymen take on this work because they love it. Typically, nurseries also provide knowledgeable staff from whom one can learn a great deal. When a customer demands their money back and succeeds, it is mostly because the nursery has little choice. They cannot prove where the fault lies and so they swallow the cost. Returned plants are hardly ever in a state of robust health – hence the resale of such items is low.
The Bloomingdales black tag cannot be used here. Instead, everybody will have to pay the price for the bad behavior of a small population.The cumulative effect of such a practice is far reaching.It hurts the growers, the nurseries, the customers. Prices will go up, selections will be smaller and less varied, and in the long term, there will be fewer people dedicated to the promotion of quality, interesting plants.

On my part, I’m fully aware of how often I have made mistakes by making wrong purchases or stubbornly planting in inappropriate places or delaying the planting for too long. Worse, I’m guilty of neglecting to give the required care. I take full ownership and there is no blame to pass on. On the occasion, when an order of bulbs bloomed to exhibit the color or type that had not been selected, the supplier has graciously given a refund or credit. The same for plants that were incorrectly advertised. In general though, the fault is mine. I do recall that once, although a batch of tulips was the wrong color, it actually looked spectacular. When visitors congratulated me for my keen selection, I took full credit.

Recently, at my local nursery, I heard a neighbor demand a refund for a shrub that had died. It had cost about $ 20.00, was purchased a year ago which included a harsh winter and a summer with little rain, been moved three times in the garden and had some construction work done very close to it. Really? Is this what we have come to? I’m still cringing.

A batch of freshly delivered bulbs

A batch of freshly delivered bulbs


New purchases await

New purchases await


At the nursery

At the nursery


(c) 2013 Shobha Vanchiswar

Go With The Flow

“It is not the strongest or the most intelligent who will survive but those who can best manage change.”
― Charles Darwin

Are you at the point where you feel you need to downscale your garden? Things can get overwhelming for so many different reasons. Gardens created when one was young and healthy can be daunting as the now older knees and back only bend or straighten when accompanied by groans or the energy level needs regular topping off with a nap. Personal life changes, work responsibilities, new passions can all prevent a gardener from getting to the garden consistently. You don’t want to stop gardening but you need to do less right? You love to tend to the garden but wish you could scale down the work – I know exactly how that feels. If only the garden could look fabulous without all the work …

Smile, breathe deeply and go slowly – Thich Nhat Hanh.
In other words, do not fret. A garden should not be a cause for anxiety. That would entirely defeat the purpose wouldn’t it? It is very easy to focus on how much there is to do. With a little planning, organizing and rethinking, you can have that beloved garden and still tackle your life. Create a garden that evolves with you.In my case, a garden is imperative so, whatever is going on elsewhere, I know to adapt the garden to that status.This,after all, is my sanctuary – where I come to restore balance in my heart.

Lets examine those elements that take up too much time/effort and get practical. The first to come to mind is that ubiquitous green expanse – the lawn. That single feature consumes vast amounts of time, energy, products and money solely to look golf course beautiful. Such a waste. I’m not suggesting getting rid of it all together because some lawn is good. Just so long as there is enough to picnic, play a game (croquet not badminton) or for the sheer joy of having grass caress your bare feet. More is not needed. Reduce the lawn area by adding new trees, shrubs, flower beds and hardscaping. I converted the lawn in the back garden into a ‘meadow’. It gets mowed just twice a year. Next, stop desiring a lawn that does not include clover, the occasional dandelion, viola or runaway snowdrop. The plants we see as lawn weeds support very important wildlife. Raise the mower blade to keep the grass at about four inches. What hopes of lawn stripes and pristine grass you give up, will be replaced with more time to do other interesting things.

Shrubs and trees require minimal maintenance. In turn, they provide terrific focal points, create shady resting spots, food and shelter for birds, butterflies, bees and other good bugs, offer privacy and, year-round structure. So, plant more!

Between good mulch and ground covers, weeding becomes a task easily addressed. Spending just fifteen minutes to a half hour on an almost daily basis, will be sufficient to keep the garden looking smart. Plus, those minutes spent pulling weeds is an excellent opportunity to mentally sort out gnawing problems, decompress after a tough day, calm an overwrought mind or plan your next creative endeavor. This easy, repetitive effort is quite meditative. Multi-tasking that actually works!

In the flower borders, adopt a policy of ‘right plant in the right place’. Avoid all others however tempting. Raised beds make it convenient for those with back or knee problems. Fussing, frustration and fuming will become a thing of the past.

Vegetable gardens require a fair amount of time and work. Grow only what you know you and your family enjoy and can consume. If this too is hard to cope with, give yourself permission to do away with the potager. It is okay. No one important will think less of you. Instead, join a Consumer Supported Association and pick up a weekly share of fresh, organic, local produce. Not only will you continue eating healthy but, your local farm community will be appreciative of your support. Go on-line and find the CSA that serves your area.

Finally, banish old beliefs of slaving in the garden. Promise yourself that you will enjoy it without guilt. Sometimes the grass may be a little long, other times the plants may be in need of deadheading. It is all right. Ignore the random weed and settle in to enjoy your piece of paradise. The pleasure is all yours.

My meadow in May. Camassias abound.

My meadow in May. Camassias abound.


Close up of the meadow

Close up of the meadow


Creeping Jenny covers the ground in the side path. Pretty and functional.

Creeping Jenny covers the ground in the side path. Pretty and functional.


Raised beds in a potager

Raised beds in a potager


Raised bed
Flower beds at different levels

Flower beds at different levels


(c) 2013 Shobha Vanchiswar

Beyond The Season

When Does Fall …

When does fall
feel like fall?
When does one stop
to enjoy the ball?

Swirling confetti
Brilliant fireworks
Who pauses to see
the season’s perks?

Rushing to clean up
erasing the summer
Readying for winter
planning next year

What would happen
if we could just stay
amidst the leaf piles
in endless play?

The arrival of the holidays invariably catches me somewhat unprepared and taken aback. There is so much going on in the autumn that the thought of decorating, getting presents, planning meals and so on gets overwhelming. So the fall back ( no pun intended) is to keep it low key. That would be fine except, too often, I still fail to meet my own expectations. It is not as though I’m setting the bar too high – my plans are simple but even simple needs forethought. This year, I aim to do better.

Whilst going about the required chores in the fall garden, I’m preparing for the holidays as well.
In collecting seeds from plants, I make packets of them to give as gifts. The seeds go into pretty envelopes that are clearly labeled with all the relevant information. Additionally, I’ll attach a photo of the plant and mention good companion plants. Vegetable seeds will be accompanied with a favorite recipe.

With boxwood blight looming large, one must start considering planting alternatives. So when I purchase shrub honeysuckle or euonymus to experiment in my garden, I pick up some extras to give to a friend who is worried about her boxwoods. Lavender and catmint are other options – I’ll root cuttings from my garden and extras from those that thrive will also be presented to fellow gardeners.

Pruning is a chore that turns up some good staking material. A bundle of sturdy, natural stakes will always be much appreciated by any gardener.

The harvest of fruits, vegetables and herbs results in jams, jellies, sauces, chutneys, pickles, cordials and liqueurs. Who wouldn’t want to receive some of these? Additionally, herein are very handy staples for a soirée. Combine with crudités, artisanal cheeses, dried fruits, nuts, crackers and bread and voila! A cocktail party is in progress.

Redoing or reworking a part of the garden at this time is something to give myself and/or the spouse. Be it relaying the stones on the terrace, replanting a bed or repainting all the lawn furniture, getting it done now will give some immediate peace of mind and when spring arrives, I’ll be all set to enjoy the ‘gift’.

In that same vein, it is prudent to get the trees on the property checked out by an expert. Deal with the dead or diseased limbs/trees. Likewise, take care of trees that are at risk or pose a threat in case of storms. This single factor could save the huge expense and heartache of addressing possible damage. Its a gift one gives to oneself and loved ones. Except of course, some loved ones won’t know to value it!

During the process of clean up, I collect fallen nests, feathers, colorful leaves, berries on branches, pine cones and acorns, seed pods, vines, flowers such as hydrangea that keep their form when dry, evergreens and other interesting natural material. These are all that I will need to decorate the house for Thanksgiving and even Christmas. Simple and natural. And compostable!

Hundreds of bulbs will soon be planted in the garden. Some of them go into the refrigerator to be forced in the dead of winter. A forced hyacinth or crocus will be certain to banish the winter blues from the hearts of a few cherished friends.

Finally, a gift to Nature. A general clean up and tidying is good but I leave as is an area not easily observed. Messy and overgrown. This will provide a habitat for wildlife. shelter during winter storms as well as a breeding spot in spring. Birds, toads and numerous insects that are useful will be very grateful.

There you have it. I’m already calmer. Are you?

Milkweed seedpod

Milkweed seedpod

 

Rose hips to bring indoors

Rose hips to bring indoors

 

Pine cones for decorating

Pine cones for decorating

 

Grapevine prunings and dried hydrangea adorn an autumn table

Grapevine prunings and dried hydrangea adorn an autumn table

 

Someone who needs protection in winter

Someone who needs protection in winter

 

After a storm

After a storm

 

More storm damage

More storm damage

 

Some of the bulbs to plant

Some of the bulbs to plant

 

Forced hyacinth

Forced hyacinth

 

Lavender 'wand' to scent rooms and closets

Lavender ‘wands’ to scent rooms and closets

(c) 2013 Shobha Vanchiswar

Seeing The Forest For The Trees

Autumn is almost a pre-spring sort of season. A great deal of what we do in the garden at this time of year is in preparation for spring. We clean up to make space for plants. We put in plants aplenty so they will get a head start. Bulbs are dug in in vast quantity with visions of a riotous printemps. There is a certain anticipatory excitement in the air.
This is a very good time to plant trees. Too often, one gets so caught up in planting for ‘color’ that, the focus is on flowering plants and shrubs but seldom are trees the priority. I think it is clear that we are all aware of the environmental and ecological benefits of growing trees and yet, there is hesitation to commit to the task. For all the expenses one incurs in the garden, one could do much worse than going wrong on a tree. Since most of us start with fairly young trees, the cost of the tree and effort to plant it are not enormous. So should you think the choice of tree was a mistake or it fails to thrive, the matter can be easily remedied. However, removing a mature tree can be prohibitive – it behooves one to take the matter of tree planting seriously right from the get go.
We are connected to trees by our breath. The oxygen I need is put out by trees and in turn, the carbon dioxide the tree requires is what I exhale. We are each other’s life force. It is that simple. No further reason is required to show why one ought to plant more trees.
With that in mind, let us consider how to choose the right tree for the right space. First and foremost, decide if you would like a native tree which will support our native fauna or if you are more keen on something exotic and atypical. If you are going for the latter, just try to ensure that there are already several native trees in place or else, you will be creating an environment that plays host to pests with no natural predators around. Fruit trees are a good compromise! It goes without saying that your choice of tree must be hardy in your region.
Height of the tree is perhaps one of the biggest traits to consider if it is not to outgrow the space. Labels do not always give accurate indications. Do your research and speak to experts prior to purchase.
The canopy spread is next. How wide the tree grows will again be a space issue. Consider buildings, other trees, power lines, gutters that could get clogged when leaves drop etc.,. This might not seem a problem when first planted but as the tree grows …. The corollary to this is choose a tree that can spread nicely in an open space. Too small is equally inappropriate.
Walls and buildings should not be too proximal to trees as their root system could cause structural damage. Keep in mind that roots spread as the tree ages.
Shape or form of a tree is the next factor. Upright or fastigate trees do well in smaller spaces but if shade is desired, go for round or v-shaped ones.
Trees can also be trained as pleaches and espaliers which provide visual interest and function as fences or screens. Espaliers are excellent for growing several trees in a restricted area. Trees for such purposes must be selected appropriately. Again, for choice and technique, do your homework.
Further selection is made depending on one wanting an evergreen or deciduous tree. The former provide a constant visual and is effective for maintaining privacy. The latter changes through the seasons and loses it’s leaves in winter when the bare branches lend graphic interest.
Trees vary in growth rate. In your mind’s eye you might see a full grown oak but it’ll be a while before that sapling gets there. Often, fast growers have shallow roots and are vulnerable to being uprooted in fierce storms. As trees grow, other areas of the garden will be affected by the shade they create. If a sun loving flower bed is in the vicinity, a few years from now, it might struggle to thrive.
Do you know your soil type? Some trees will do well only in the right soil. Water drainage, pH, sandy, clay or chalky are things to take into account.
How much light and water a tree requires are important. Choose and position accordingly.
Neighboring properties are also affected by the trees you plant. While your choice might be ideal for you, it could create problems for the neighbor. Be considerate. It is much more important to get along.
Learn about how specific trees are maintained. Pruning, watering and fertilizing vary.
Finally, think about how the tree will look all through the seasons. Include traits such as flowers, interesting bark patterns, foliage and fruit as you make your selection. Reflect on why you want to plant a tree – for the environment, to create shade, as a focal point, to reduce lawn space, prevent soil erosion, for privacy. Understanding your intention will help considerably in making a wise choice.
As I’ve said in the past, tree planting is a very vital part of stewardship for the land. We must do right for and by future generations. You may not be around when the oaks reach great heights but your effort will be much appreciated by your children’s children. Pay it forward.

Note: A visit to a botanical garden is an excellent place to see and learn about trees. Do go!

Tree LuluTree NYBG 1
Tree NYBG 2

Young 'Belgium fence' espalier

Young ‘Belgium fence’ espalier


Cedar
Tree NYBG 3
Tree Giverny
(c) 2013 Shobha Vanchiswar

This Annual Dusk

This Annual Dusk

Amidst cold flames
licking crisp, blue skies
Tawny hues flickering
amongst the bronze
I stand separate
observing and alone.

Mesmerized by the bees
They urgently siphon
every last drop
from the cellars of asters
I remain rooted.

I should follow
their example, get busy
but I cannot
my spirit is unwilling
All around
bustle the squirrels
and retreating birds
All are busy but not I.

With the fading
of the garden
goes my desire
to seize the moment
To pick up summer’s debris
make ready for approaching winter
invest soundly in next spring
This season that serves
all others.

As weary as I am
of dog days
I’m loathe to let them go
I cannot prepare
for frosty nights
I shrink from the cold fingers
that wait to grasp
this piece of my heart
and keep it suspended
in time.

I wrote those lines exactly two years ago. It is so hard to ignore the shortening days. I know I’m not alone in feeling this way. However, I’ve begun practicing what I call “seasonal mindfulness”. With or without my consent, the turning of seasons is inevitable. So, I told myself to take my cues from my favorite teacher – my garden. It performs exactly as it ought no matter what comes its way. Resilient, adaptable, stoic and practical, nature makes each change a celebration. Every happening is an opportunity for new growth.

As I settle on a bench, I’m acutely aware of the russet hued leaves swirling around till coming to a rest at my feet. Squirrels ignore me as they charge past preparing for leaner times. No doubt I will find some of their treasures when I get around to emptying the large pots later in the month. The sedums are covered in bees these days. So focused are they that some forget to return to their hives on time; they spend the cool nights motionless on the flowers till the morning sun warms them up. Overhead, I watch flights of birds journeying their way south. Those are the wise ones who know to leave before it gets too late. None of these busy souls are lamenting the passing of summer. They are simply in the moment. I see that if I want to be mindfully present, I need to show up.

Life all around me has accepted the change. I follow suit. I inhale deeply – the air is edged lightly with crispy, cold crystals. I’m ready to join the autumnal do si do with my fellow creatures of the garden. I acknowledge the end of summer as I cut back plants, clean out beds and rake fallen leaves. As I work, I review the garden – did I accomplish what I wanted to do, was I true to my principals, could I do something differently? I get ready for winter ahead with the picking of apples from the espaliered trees yet to shed their foliage, drying bunches of herbs for stomach warming stews, canning the last of the tomatoes, freezing batches of basil pesto. The canicular days to come will be filled with memories of summer. As I plant the bulbs all over the garden, I’m brimming with hope – spring will return, light will linger longer and color will once again suffuse the somber, winter weary landscape.

I enjoy making a ceremony of welcoming autumn. My chores in the garden are rituals. They bring my mind to the present. As I savor the last of the figs and move the trees into sheltered space, I marvel at the warm, vivid colors of the leaves. The ornamental grasses rustle and wave seed heads that shimmer in the late afternoon light. I’m struck anew by the beauty of the season. There is a sacred silence within my heart.

In living in rhythm with nature, I honor the gift I’m proffered – the continuing chance to re-do, to improve, to grow. Myself as well as the garden.

Apples awaiting

Apples awaiting


Bulbs awaiting

Bulbs awaiting


Figs awaiting!

Figs awaiting!


Glorious autumnal colors. At NYBG.

Glorious autumnal colors. At NYBG.

Own It!


In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.
– Alice Walker.

Some time back, I had the pleasure of visiting a garden so lovely that my first reaction was that I must be at the wrong place. I’d arrived to meet with a client who had said she needed to do over her entire property. In our communiques, she had failed to mention that there already was a mature garden in place. I was puzzled about what was needed. Having arrived a bit early and ahead of the client’s return home, I took a walk around the grounds.

This beautiful garden was lush. Ancient oaks, tall cedars, American poplars and majestic beeches stood around like sentinels. Well manicured lawns dotted with large flower beds filled with all sorts of plants begged for closer examination. Roses abounded. In fact, a quick count said there were 18 types of them. The boxwoods that edged all the beds were meticulously clipped and shaped. This was no simple garden. Much work had gone into its making. It came as no surprise when I learned that the previous owners had created the gardens when they had built the house some forty years ago. I was beginning to understand my clients dilemma.

Nobody wants to destroy an existing good garden. The guilt alone would keep one awake for eons of nights. But, times, tastes and circumstances change. How much is a new owner obligated to maintain what is in place? Neighbors tend to adopt a certain proprietorial attitude and count on the garden remaining as is. “ Hope you will keep the Smith’s garden going! You are very lucky to have a ready made one! This has always been such an asset to the neighborhood!” Is this reasonable? What is the new owner to do?

It is possible that the new owner has the desire, skills, time and means to keep the ‘inherited’ garden as is. But that is hardly ever the case. One does not usually purchase a home to become the caretakers of another person’s passion. One must claim the place for oneself.

Gardens are never static. Their very nature is to change – through the seasons, fluctuations in the weather patterns, the gardener’s ever changing mind and, the inevitable effects of time. Like all living things, gardens age. A garden works best when it reflects the owners tastes. Even when restoration of gardens occur, they are invariably interpretations of the original. Coming back to that question, what should the new owner do?

First and foremost, the owner needs to assess his/her own attitude to gardening. Its importance, one’s interest, taste, needs and means. Even if the existing garden is exactly what is wanted, is he/she going to be able to maintain it? Happily, there is no immediate rush. As with any new property, it is wise to wait the year to see the garden through all the seasons. This wait period gives a very clear idea on what it takes to keep it up. Make note of what one does and does not like. Take plenty of photos because the memory will fail. I guarantee.

With such a list in hand, add other factors such as budget, time, sustainability, alternatives to those plants that must go – you get the idea. Unless, you are a seasoned gardener, it helps to get the advice of either a professional or a veteran gardener.

Old gardens often have exotic plants. As long as they are thriving, it seems logical to keep them. However, a little research will enlighten you if they are high on upkeep, prone to disease etc. Also, a garden today should, in good conscience, have a reasonable quantity and variety of native plants. This is the only way to bring up the numbers of our native pollinators and pest controllers. It behooves every gardener to maintain the right equation of natives and non-natives in the garden. This is particularly true of large shrubs and trees. With this in mind, the flower beds can be redone. Large lawns can be shrunk with the addition of trees and shrubs.

Gardens should be in keeping with current knowledge and practices. This involves the aforementioned native plantings, application of organic materials to promote growth as well as control pests, consumption of less water, reduction in the use of fuel powered tools and, catering to the personal needs and style of those who will enjoy this space. Time is always at a premium. It then is logical to eliminate elements that demand too much time and energy. Fussy plants, in my opinion should be got rid off altogether. A garden must always suit the lifestyle of the owner.

So, what did my client do? The handsome trees remained as did features like pergolas, benches and pond but the flower beds and lawns were disposed off. All the banished plants were disbursed amongst the neighbors so they could have a piece of the previous garden. Being a chef/caterer, the owner put in a huge vegetable garden – one that would supply all her needs for fresh herbs and produce. Soft fruit shrubs were added. The plots also boast plenty of flowers so they can be used to adorn the tables at events. It is a practical garden but still very beautiful.

I recall the much publicized outrage when England’s Christopher Lloyd ripped up the roses from his already renowned gardens at Great Dixter. He went on to replace them with the vivid oranges, reds and yellows of plants more tropical in nature. He was simply claiming his ancestral home for himself. It had to be a reflection of his personality. This new style went on to become much admired and today, it continues to evolve under the care of Fergus Garret who was Lloyd’s head gardener.

The process of taking ownership of the garden and putting your personal stamp on it, is merely creating an horticultural palimpsest. While the original is effaced, traces of it will remain. And that, is perfectly okay.
Enjoy some seasonal photos:








(c) 2013 Shobha Vanchiswar