The Year in Bloom, Part 2: July

The weather report on the CBC(radio) was all doom and gloom this morning. There are bad storms in eastern Canada and several U.S. states making it difficult or even impossible for residents and visitors to get around. In England there are unusually high tides and the threat of flooding along the coast. Here in Ontario it is bone-chilling cold: -35 Celsius if you factor in the wind chill.

Time for some summer pictures to warm things up a bit!

The garden looks fine enough in June, but it really starts to come into its own in July. The hard work of spring is done, and as the heat settles into the final two weeks of the month, it is finally time to sit back and enjoy the garden in all its summer glory.

Here is a look back at last July, with an eye to new plants that were added to the garden this year:

Along the white picket fence there are roses.

The Fairy Rose, Polyantha, 'The Fairy'. Height: 60-90 cm. Spread 60-120 cm.  Sadly it has no fragrance, but on the plus side Japanese Beetles seem to largely ignore it.

I have misplaced the I.D. on the top two roses, but I think the one on the right is a Flower Carpet Pink Groundcover rose. The deeper pinky-red rose on the bottom is Hybrid Musk rose 'Marjorie Fair' and the lighter pink is the Hybrid Musk rose 'Robin Hood'

The view from the far side of the front garden. The bright pink flower is a common Spirea.

Tall Speedwell, Veronica Longifolia 'Eveline Pink' Height: 50 cm, Spread: 30-40 cm. Full sun. 

Hardy: zones 4-9

This is a great little plant although slugs can turn its neat, mounded foliage into swiss cheese. Place it near the front of a flower border. Alpine Betony, Stachys monieri 'Hummelo'. Height 45-50 cm. Spread: 45 cm. Hardy zones 4-9. The tag says full sun, but mine does just fine in part shade.

This year I added the pink form of Betony:

Betony, Stachys officinalis 'Pink Cotton Candy'  Height 45-50 cm. Spread: 45 cm. Hardy zones 4-9.

 Blue Catmint, Nepeta racemosa 'Walker's Low' A long blooming perennial (if regularly deadheaded) that has a mounded, bushy habit. Height: 30 cm, Spread: 45 cm. Full sun. Hardy zones 3-9.

Some people dislike hosta in flower, but not me!

It's never all pretty in a garden. Did you notice the two spiders (upper left corner) 

lurking on the underside of the flowers?

Coreopsis verticillata 'Moonbeam' Full sun. Height: 30-45cm. Spread: 30-45cm. Zones 4-9

Rose Campion, Lychnis coronaria is a short lived perennial that re-seeds itself. The plant has a low mound of soft silver-grey foliage and magenta or white flowers. Height 60-90 cm when in flower. The flowers have no fragrance, but butterflies like them. Spread: 40-50 cm.  Drought tolerant. This clump is in half-shade, but it would much prefer full sun. Zones 3-9. 

Echinacea

Phlox maculata 'Rosalinde' 

I love the dark stems on this pretty mauve Phlox. It is shorter than many of the other varieties 

I have and blooms earlier than most.

Phlox maculata 'Rosalinde' Height 75 cm, Spread: 60 cm. Light fragrance. Mildew resistant. 

Blooms in mid-July. Hardy to zone 4a.

This is a new woodland plant that I added to the back garden. It originates in western China at the edges of forested areas. My image is a bit misleading: the mature leaves on the plant turn a deep, olive-green with silver-green veining. The delicate flowers float on wiry stems and are a very pale lavender. Thalictrum ichangense, Evening Star strain. Height: 25 cm Spread: 35 cm Zones 6-9

Happy New Year to you!

Stay warm!

Happy Holidays!

All the best to you and your family for the holidays and the coming new year!

66 Square Feet: Book Review and Giveaway

What began as long emails home to her mother far away in South Africa, grew into blog which Marie Viljoen named 66 Square Feet, after carefully measuring the length and width of her tiny terrace garden in Brooklyn, New York. In turn the blog, which opened this tiny green space to the wide world of the internet, blossomed into the book 66 Square Feet: A Delicious Life.

A delicious life! Three little words that suggest so much: good food for sure, but much more than that: an attitude, a lifestyle, a way of savouring life's simple pleasures.

Could there be anything more delicious than a meal of fresh, seasonal ingredients served outdoors, as often as weather permits, on pretty floral plates along with a good bottle of wine and bouquet of just-picked-flowers? 

Photograph from the book 66 Square Feet- A Delicious Life by Marie Viljoen © Marie Viljoen 2013

Photograph from the book 66 Square Feet- A Delicious Life by Marie Viljoen © Marie Viljoen 2013

Although I am sure it is not, Marie Viljoen's writing feels effortless; as casual and comfortable as the clothes you slip into after a long day at work.

Starting in January, each chapter in the book is devoted to a particular month in the year and what's growing on Marie's terrace and rooftop gardens. The chapters link the meals Marie prepares with food she's either grown herself that month, found at local farmer's markets or made from ingredients foraged in local parks and green spaces.

The book touches only briefly on the subject of foraging, but I was curious to know more. 

In an email, Marie explained to me that "...Tipsy Titoti, my mother's housekeeper, who was like a second mother to me, would gather edible weeds in the garden to make morogo- a green weed stew, as comfort food for herself...So I became aware that 'weeds' are plants with another use...food."

"In New York it was a friend visiting from South Africa who brought me a bowlful of red berries she gathered under the Brooklyn Bridge and said, What are these?- who introduced me to serviceberries, Amelanchier sp. Suddenly I started seeing the city with new eyes. For instance, I can't wait for March-beacuse to me March means Japanese knotweed shoots can be found growing in a huge park in the Bronx."

I must say that I had to chuckle a little when I read Marie's description of Japanese knotweed shoots as having "a lemony creaminess reminiscent of sorrel". For me, knotweed has been a terrible and invasive weed I have struggled endlessly to eliminate from the back of my garden. Japanese knotweed has deep tap roots and a root ball the size of a car battery. I have even seen it take over an entire property.

Who knew that you could eat the damned stuff? Think of it. It is the gardener's ultimate revenge: eating fresh shoots of a weed that has been making you crazy for years!

Photograph from the book 66 Square Feet- A Delicious Life by Marie Viljoen © Marie Viljoen 2013

In the countryside, I think there is a natural tendency to take nature a little bit for granted. It's all around you after all. 

But in a big city like New York, moments of natural beauty like the red rose clamouring up the side this grey brick store front are rarer and perhaps are all the more precious for it.

Space to garden is at the premium, forcing the gardener to be even more creative and resourceful. It is amazing to realize how much you can squeeze onto a small terrace! 

Photograph from the book 66 Square Feet- A Delicious Life by Marie Viljoen © Marie Viljoen 2013

The book contains 92 recipes which are scattered throughout the months in a year. 

Some are as easy as a boiled egg served with chives snipped from the spring garden. But even in these everyday recipes, there is always a simple gem of an idea such as adding buttermilk to mashed potatoes. 

Photograph from the book 66 Square Feet- A Delicious Life by Marie Viljoen © Marie Viljoen 2013

Photograph from the book 66 Square Feet- A Delicious Life by Marie Viljoen © Marie Viljoen 2013

It was such a pleasure read Marie's recipe notes. I can just imagine the "perfume of local strawberries" mixed with a rich, shortcrust pastry "heavy on butter, very light in texture, crisp and delicate" that reclines "on a pillow of whipped cream or Greek yogurt."

I end by asking you: Could there be any happier ambition than endeavouring to lead a delicious life? 

If you would like to be included a draw for the copy of  66 Square Feet: A Delicious Life, please leave a comment below. I am going to leave the contest open throughout the holidays to give as many people as possible a chance to enter. The draw's closing date will be January 5th, 2014 . Overseas bloggers are welcome to enter. The draw and winning announcement will be made early in the new year. Good luck everyone!

To purchase a copy of 66 Square Feet: A Delicious Life please see the links below.

To read reviews of other gardening books, be sure to click this link to Holley's blog: Roses and other Gardening Joys.

More Information and Links:

Author Marie Viljoen (Profile photograph by Vincent Mounier) was born in was born in the small city of Bloemfontein and spent her early years in Cape Town, South Africa. Presently Marie resides in Harlem with her French husband and a Dominican cat.

Vist her blog: 66 Square Feet

Find the book 66 Square Feet: A Delicious Life on Amazon or at your local independent bookstore. In Canada, the book can be purchased online at Chapter.indigo

The Year in Bloom 2013: January to June

After a time the years all start to run together, and so when I sat down to put this post together, I struggled to remember back to the beginning of the gardening season. 

That's one great thing about keeping a blog: you can look back and be reminded.

January and February

We Canadian gardeners learn to be a patient lot. Spring always comes...eventually.

March

You know winter is almost over when it's time for Canada Blooms; the big garden show in downtown Toronto. This display of poppies was my personal choice for 'Best in Show'.

April

In April I made plant markers to identify all my seedlings and enjoyed the first signs of spring in the garden.

Eranthis hyemalis

Blue scilla

May

The garden really starts to come into its own in May. My lilacs have underperformed in recent years, but this spring they made up for it and the branches were covered with flowers.

French Hybrid Lilac 'Paul Tririon' on the left and a common lilac on the right.

Manchurian Lilac 'Miss Kim'

Though I crush the woody stems with a hammer, lilacs never last long enough in a vase.

June

June is the month where my peonies and roses are at their best, but there are also lots of other flowers in bloom. 

Gas Plant, Dictamnus albus, Salvia 'Caradonna' and a common spirea in the background.

Gas Plant, Dictamnus albus

Self-seeded Columbine growing in front of the white picket fence.

Self-seeded Rocket, Hesperis matronalis with a pink Beauty Bush in the distance.

More of the 2013 gardening year in review in the next post.

Personality Times Three

Once, just once, I would like to have a shower without an audience! There is no such thing as an independence life when you are a dog owner. They follow we everywhere, including into the bathroom.

Each room has its own assigned territories.

In the bathroom, Buddy has lain claim to what I think has to be the primo spot on the plush mat that lies in front of the bathtub.

Scrap curls up the foot of the decorative metal shelf that holds the towels, and Rusty if he is able to overcome his phobias, crowds Scrap for a spot in the corner furthest away from the dreaded hairdryer.

There is a certain grace and intelligence inherent in most shelties. When they run, it is with the elegant strut of the finest racehorse.

Shelties are furry beasts who hate the heat of summer. Brushing the three of them easily produces a fourth dog (no joking)!

Come the fall however, they want nothing more than to be outdoors.

At fourteen Buddy is beginning to show his age in the downy grey fur slowly spreading across his black muzzle.

When it comes to playing fetch, Buddy makes only a half-hearted attempt to run any distance these days, preferring to stand and bark excitedly as the two younger dogs scramble for the ball.

The strangest manifestations of Buddy's old age seems to be an odd form of separation anxiety. 

When Buddy thinks I am going somewhere he's not invited, he trudges dejectedly into the kitchen and pulls a dishtowel from the drying rack near the stove. Then, he follows me around as I prepare to leave, clutching the dishtowel in his mouth, rather like the cartoon character of Linus and his security blanket. 

He must keep his dishtowel-come-security-blanket close the whole time I am gone, because he always greets me at the door with it in his mouth. (I have long since given up hanging dishtowels on this particular towel rack. Now there are only a couple of doggie "security blankets".)

Scrap is a Sheltie in the truest sense- he lives to run and be outdoors. His favourite toy by far is a beat-up soccer ball.

Sometimes he will even go out in the yard and play all by himself. But never quietly. Yip yap! Kick the ball. Yip Yap! Nudge the ball.

Our new neighbours seem to often work from home and I dread what they must think. I worry that one of these days their back window will slide discreetly open and a shotgun barrel will slowly poke forward. 

It not that I would entirely blame them. I love him to bits and there are times I want to kill him! (When it gets to be just too much barking and sanity needs to prevail, unfortunately I have to get mean and take the ball away for a little while.)

As many of you may remember, Rusty is our little dog that no one wanted. Based on the level of his socialization when he came to us, I am firmly convinced that he spent much of his first year neglected and confined to a cage.

Always a bit uncertain, he has staked out a favourite spot on the upstairs landing where he has a clear vantage on the world from the safety of high ground.

He's cute, but don't let this handsome face fool you. Rusty has a mischievous side. Just the other day I  set down a few bags of groceries onto the kitchen floor while I put the perishables away in the fridge.

No sooner had a turned my back when this little thief fished out a loaf of bread from one of the grocery bags. By the time I looked up from what I was doing, he had already torn open the plastic bag and was helping himself to a slice of whole wheat bread.

"Rusty!", I roared in outrage. The little coward dropped his loot ran down the hall. There he sat headed bowed, quaking like a leaf on the front door mat, all the while doing his best to look the picture of innocence.

But he's so loveable. How could I not forgive him!

Yes, there are times when I question the sanity of having three dogs. And there are moments I tire of always having three constant shadows, but they are outweighed by the times I am grateful that I have three sentinels who watch over me.

On Monday I found myself home alone curled up under a pile of blankets with a terrible stomach flu. Pure misery!

I wasn't really alone though. Three dogs lay at the foot of my bed waiting ever so patiently for me to feel better, always hopeful that I might get up, get dressed and head out into the garden.