Archive for September, 2007

banner on the street

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

Walking down the street in McMinnville about dinner time, what should I see but one of my Spinnakers! It was marking the entrance to a shop on Main Street. I remember selling it at Carlton’s Walk in the Park in August of ’06. As we passed by, the shopkeeper came out to take it in for the night. My companion remarked “What a great banner!” Couldn’t have planned it better if I’d hired an ad agency.

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

cerbeaut.jpgWho could resist falling for a plant as lovely as this? Cerinthe was all the rage a few years back. Of course I had to have one. I brought it home, tenderly tucked it in and watered it. It promptly turned up its toes and I thought that’s that and went on about my business. Not so fast! The following spring, a bevy of these beauties appeared. With nary a thought of the implications of their sudden appearance, I thought OK!

I guess you are way ahead of me here. Yes, that’s right: I have been doing battle ever since with oceans of seedlings from that first failed plant. No wonder we seldom hear mention of Cerinthe any more, though I feel sure, if you listen carefully, it may be being muttered under the breath of the occasional beleaguered gardener on hands and knees.

ceramok.jpgJust lookie here. This is a patch of ground from which all traces of the dreaded plant were eradicated just three short weeks ago. Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you happen to fall for this pretty face.

to dig or not to dig

Monday, September 10th, 2007


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Any time there’s a how-to on dahlias, the advice is to dig them up after the first hard frost. It was more from laziness than from obstinacy that I failed to do so. Lo and behold: the dahlias came back bigger, better and stronger the next year, and an approach was born. Every once in a while, I will lose one from this approach, which might more accurately be called neglect. Take a look at the two pictures here. Obviously, they are not to scale, or the first one would be almost too small to register: it is the one planted in April of 2007. The whole plant is about six inches tall. The other plant tops out at seven feet or so, and has been smothered in blossoms since late July. It has been left undisturbed for three years running. If you do dig up dahlias after a few years, there will be a clump of tubers as big as a bushel basket, some of which might have gone mushy. Best to pry apart the mass, save a few (wrapped in newspaper) to overwinter, throw out any not up to snuff, give some away, and replant some. All your bases will be covered, and what works for you will reveal itself soon enough.

road trip

Tuesday, September 4th, 2007

danco.jpgDancing Oaks Nursery had been on my radar for some time. All it took was a piece, with photos, in the Oregonian Homes and Gardens section to send me to the phone to plan a trip with Amy. It is always handy when your pal is also a design professional. Many’s the time Amy has saved me from horticultural horrors with her vast knowledge of plants’ habits far beyond what goes on the plant tag. And, let it be said, she’s a heckuva lot of fun. So off we went, detailed directions in hand, for a trip through the countryside, with an exciting destination in mind. It was a beautiful summer day, and we planned to stop somewhere for lunch and be back in town by five. Amy had a meeting at five-thirty, and I was going to Nancy’s first public reading at seven.

I don’t want to get hung up on the odyssey of getting there. Suffice it to say that it is on the back side of beyond, and while it doesn’t look far on a map…it is. Even so, it is well worth the trip, and the trip itself is a lovely ramble on the backroads near Salem. It is not only the plants that make this place such a treat (though the plants are glorious, with many I had never seen). The artistic sensibilities of the owners, Leonard Foltz and Fred Weisensee, is evident in every detail, from the generous sprinkling of garden art to the arrangement of plants to the hardscapes and fountains. The photo here is of a water feature in the main plaza. Giant Gunnera leaves surround planted urns raised on pedestals with water splashing from them into the pond below. At water’s edge grow carniverous plants, in the only such display I have ever encountered where they are beautiful and appropriate, rather than simply an oddity. One gets the impression that TRex might lumber around the bend at any second.

There is a pergola that gives new meaning to the word. It is mamoth in scale, built of rustic reclaimed lumber and clad in a variety of vines, to create an inviting tunnel. You can enter in one part of the garden and emerge in another to the surprise of a new vista that had been hidden from view until you burst upon it. Amy and I were in horticultural heaven. By the time we had looked into the heart of every flower, drunk deep of the heady perfume, and set aside a few things that needed to go home with us, it was five o’clock. Oops!

Not one morsel had passed our lips since we had left town eight hours earlier, so there was nothing for it but to stop for dinner somewhere along the way. The guy who rang up our plants assured us that we could take a more streamlined route. Still, it was eight o’clock by the time I arrived at the reading…just in time to hear the poet, and then Nancy. I hadn’t turned into the world’s worst mother-in-law after all…whew. Once the anxiety over missing the reading subsided, I realized: my camera was back at the nursery. I might have slashed my wrists right then and there, if not for the fact that I needed to go to Carlton to install custom banners at CuvĂ©e, and once in Carlton, we would be halfway there.

Richard was very nice about the whole thing. Despite a little grumbling about the long and twisted drive, he was knocked out by the place once we arrived. It was past closing time, but I had called ahead and we were invited to go ahead and look around as much as we liked, and to help ourselves to nibbles in the vegetable garden. It was even more impressive to me this time, perhaps because I was looking more at the big picture rather than focusing on individual plants. As we were about to go, we fell into conversation with Mr Foltz. We learned that despite the remote location, and four hundred acres to act as a buffer, their immediate neighbors are about to put in a rifle range. So much for getting away from it all. As we drove away, Richard paid the place the ultimate compliment by saying that he would like to come back when we have more time…perhaps he has the makings of a plant nerd after all.

renting feather flags?

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

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A couple came into the studio the other day talking about “feather flags”. They were planning their wedding to take place at the beach, and wanted to know if I would consider renting them some feather flags for the affair. They were young, and charming, and starting out on a shoestring. I wanted to help them out, and have always thought my banners would be great for weddings (remember the final scene in The Forty-Year-Old Virgin?). But, alas, I had no “feather flags”. Turns out they were referring to what I call Spinnakers, and yes, I can see how one could look at them and think “feathers”.
It isn’t the first time someone has suggested renting a suite of banners, but I haven’t quite figured out how that might work. We parted, all agreeing to think on it. I got zero response to a mailing targeting party planners, so I guess I would have to do it myself. The logistics seem daunting, but I am certainly open to the concept. Any ideas?