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19/1/2021

DARK and deep

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Is there anything that thrills so much in

the garden as the colour - 
rich dark red? 

When  red is dark enough to border on black it becomes very mysterious,  drawing you in to it's dark depths as into some sort of dark erotic power!
The power of dark - it's the colour of night, the colour of secrets, the colour of magic, the colour of evil, the dark depths of the sea, and I am drawn to it as a moth to a flame.  Black Madonna - Black Tulip - drama, drama, drama.

Could the simple cottage garden Hollyhock really be part of this drama you may wonder?   Not if it's pink or yellow  but when it's a deep intense red, verging on black - that's a different story!  
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Black Hollyhock (Alcea rosea nigra) Last year I bought a little bunch of plants wrapped in newspaper at the local Linwood Saturday Market for 2 or 3 dollars. There was just a modest little label saying 'Hollyhock plants' tucked in with them, so I planted them against my house in a sunny position, knowing this is what Hollyhocks like and thought no more about it. However by the next spring these small unremarkable seedlings had grown to robust substantial plants with strong stems rising up from their centre. I couldn't believe it when they started to bud up and the colour peeping out from each bud was a rare dark reddish black, and every single plant was the same. How exquisite! Every day I thank my unknown benefactor for such exotic treasure.
PictureThe botanical name for Hollyhock is 'Alcea rosea nigra' - an appropiate name as rosea means red and nigra black!!
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It's not only dark flowers. What about the dark tortuous seed-pods of flax (Phormium) which to me seems symbolic of the twisting and turning of dark primeaval passions.
The opposite of black is white which is much more popular and noticable in the garden - bland maybe - but it does illuminate the garden with a wholesomeness or even purity which black/dark red is simply not capable of.  Black/red tends to skulk away somewhere out of sight, holding on to it's mysterious secret power
 The legendary garden hero, Vita Sackville West, was good at white, and in the 1990's we all wanted to be Vita.  She liked white because of it's luminosity at night.  But she also liked night in the garden with the same velvety blackness as dark flowers - lending mystery and eroticism to the garden, and Vita was nothing if not erotic.  She was celebrated for her eroticism!
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An un-named Dahlia, given to me many years ago from a friends garden. One of those seemingly unassuming plants which I just popped in any old where. But look what a jewel it turned out to be! And jewel is the operative word. Who would want rubies when you have this flower in the garden? All I have to do is look out the window.
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Called 'Nuits d'Etes', meaning Summer Nights, this Dahlia is the epitome of hot sultry nights - deep and dark.
 It's not only the sultriness of dark flowers.  Dark foliage has a big part to play in the garden as well.  Especially in mid summer when Dahlias which are indispensable at this time of year for colour and interest, are even more striking when they are surrounded by dark or bronze foliage.  Whether the flowers are delicate shell pink as in Dahlia ''Mystic Dreamer' or blatant orange/red, as Dahlia 'Mystic Enchantment', they contrast superbly with dark foliage. Not only with their  own foliage, but with the plants around them as well, adding much contrast and interest to the garden.  
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Dahlia 'Mystic Dreamer' bred by Dr. Keith Hammett
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Hammett bred Dahlia 'Mystic Enchantment'
 These dark foliaged Dahlias are the result of Dr. Keith Hammett's pioneering work with Dahlias some of which have won top awards at the Royal Horticultural Society's trials and have been featured in the Chelsea Flower show.  His Mystic Dahlia series consist of a stylish, more contemporary kind of dahlia, with filigreed deep mahogany to black foliage and brightly coloured single flowers and bred here in New Zealand.  Far from an old fashioned look, they can absolutely add a contemporary edge to the garden!
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Cercis 'Forest Pansy' - the foliage responds to light so well, bringing out the reddish tints to the dark leaves
And dark foliage comes in many different forms - it isn't always just herbaceous plants.  It can also come in the form of trees, shrubs and even weeds!  
​One of the most delectable of dark foliaged trees is the North American native Cercis 'Forest Pansy', a small tree which sits beneath the forest giants along the forest edge. It has attractive heart or pansy shaped leaves, hence the name 'Forest Pansy'.
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Red Orach ' Atriplex hortensis rubra' can be eaten like spinach when young. Why would you want to pull out this elegant tall beauty in the summer garden?
I'm not sure how Red Orach came to be in my garden.  It just appeared one day - the most delectable of dark foliaged weeds.  It is a prolific seeder I have found out, but it's easy enough to hoe out or clutch handfuls of little seedlings in spring and pull them out.  It's knowing which ones to pull and which ones to keep which is the bother.  If you leave too many they can grow up and swamp your other plants, but the thing is - they are so attractive as they form their gorgeous pink seed-heads that you want to keep them!  I find, I pluck them out intermittently throughout the summer when they grow up too tall with other plants and start to get in the way.   Once you've got Red Orach, you're never without it - it always comes back!  And it adds such colour and height to the garden when it's forms it's seedheads, that you wouldn't want to be without it!

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17/12/2020

To clip or not to clip?

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  Is a certain amount of shagginess 'cool' in a garden?

Cool meaning - 'hot' - of course, and 'hot' meaning popular.  All I know is that the naturalistic look is 'in'.   And naturalistic means a certain amount of shagginess. 
Probably not acceptable, if you are a neat and tidy gardener though - it depends on what you value most about your garden. 

Clipped edges and hedges or a sense of abundance spilling over ?
I am not such a neat and tidy gardener that I need my garden borders to be regimented in neat rows, or to be sharply trimmed. ​  And yet, even though I do like abundance to the point of chaos, I also like a little bit of shape, so that you can tell that the garden actually is a garden.
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Unclipped Muehlenbeckia complexa climbing up rusted construction rods, although you can just see where I have started clipping it on one side!
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Santolina - sometimes called Cotton Lavender. And much like Lavender, it lends itself to borders and low hedges. It's lovely silvery feathery foliage is also most attractive - especially when it is allowed to billow about.
 Farmers would throw their hands up in horror at the thought of growing Muehlenbeckia complexa as a decorative plant, because even though it is a native, it's all too common in the countryside, as a nasty  twiner which invades fences, gates and anything else it can find to smother.  It also sends robust runners under the ground which pop up everywhere.  As well as being super shaggy above ground!   

So like it or not, I simply do have to clip and contain this most invasive of plants
   OFTEN!!

As for Santolina, it's at it's best when unclipped and billowing about.  But when not clipped, it becomes woody, leggy and out of shape.
Like it or not, it appears I do have to do a certain amount of clipping even just to keep the abundant  tumbling look I prefer!  Because if I didn't, I probably wouldn't have a garden at all, but an unruly wilderness.  I wouldn't really like to see M. complexa smothering everything, as there would be no colour or shape left in the garden.  Or would I like to see soft feathery Santolina growing into a tangled woody mess.  

So it seems that gardeners are often pulled in a myriad of different directions - if you clip the garden too much it will become too formal and and rigid and not billow about enough.  If you don't clip it enough, it will become out of control and you feel you won't be able to manage it
PictureSomehow the clipped Muehlenbeckia complexa takes on an indecent unclothed look when it's been clipped to within an inch of it's life. So I'm back on the side of shaggy again!




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The Santolina hedges look so miserable and thin and woody when they have been clipped. Well behaved - yes, but at the same time they look skinny, unfulsome and downright stingy.
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Admirable though this clipped formal garden is, I don't know that I could relax if it belonged to me. I can't imagine it would vary much throughout the seasons. As long as there is someone available to clip it, it wouldn't change much from summer to winter, and that is the boring bit! The shapes in this garden have been expertly shaped and sculpted so that they look like living sculptures. But would I want a garden that looks like a living sculpture. I think I would sooner have a garden that moved and swayed in the wind - that changed colour in the seasons - that kept me amused!
PictureThis is more my sort of garden and it will be constantly changing. Even in early summer when this photograph was taken, the informality and looseness of this perennial planting is obvious. And by mid-summer, it will be everywhere, as the neat little mounds of perennials will become tall and floriferous - a riot of colour and the feature weeping rose, green after flowering - will be camouflaged as it sinks into the riot of colour surrounding it. All about change!

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1/10/2020

spring story

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Isn't this what everyone associates with spring in Christchurch?
PicturePrunus yedoensis otherwise known as the the Yoshino cherry, native to Japan. It is the first flowering cherry to bloom in spring around Hagley Park in Christchurch- usually in early September.
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​​The Vision of our Early Settlers

​The thing which Christchurch does so well is spring.   Daffodils fluttering and dancing in the breeze, the froth of pale pink blossom around Hagley Park, was all a part of the vision of our forefathers. 
​We have them to thank for their vision and foresight. 

​Imagine how it must have felt 170 years ago, landing on this vast bare and swampy plain covered with mostly tough flax and tussock.  After months of sailing over rough seas to an unknown land on the other side of the world they found nothing like the 'green and pleasant land' they had left behind.  
​Make any wonder they dreamt of  
transforming this alien land into something resembling home.  A vision which was achieved with much blood sweat and tears - the vision on which we pride ourselves  and enjoy today.  And perhaps all too often take for granted.   The historical significance of this vision of an english woodland makes Hagley Park sacrosanct and therefore most important that it should be kept intact by later generations. 

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The Daffodil Woodland in Hagley Park. If there is anything that describes spring and the change of seasons in Christchurch it is this! An english woodland was the vision which our early settlers dreamt of in the 1860's.

​Political Expediency

All the more reason to regard it as a political act of vandalism when almost a third of this historic  
​woodland was ordered to be demolished by insensitive and soulless politicians after the Christchurch earthquakes.   In the  interests of expediency, part of this historic woodland was demolished, along with much of the rest of our city under special powers brought in after the earthquakes.   They cared not for the vision of their forefathers or for the sadness and grief so many of it's citizens who were suffering after the trauma of the earthquakes.  They took it upon themselves to violate the woodland thus adding to the grief by cutting down  many of the treasured 150 year old oaks, beeches and other deciduous trees, without consulting us - the people of  Christchurch and Canterbury to whom this woodland belongs.
To them, it was the cheapest and easiest way to erect much needed hospital buildings, no matter that it encroached on the woodland of sacrosanct Hagley Park.  The need for a new hospital building is not disputed - but cutting down part of this historic woodland to accomodate it, when there was other land available certainly is!   
​It goes to show what little regard and understanding these politicians had for the history of  Christchurch, for nature, and for the sadness many citizens would feel by the destruction of such a loved part of their heritage.   
This is the sort of thing which happens in China under a totalitarian government. 
Are we much better here?


PictureReally?? Daffodil Woodland? Where? What is that awkward building doing there, so unsympathetic to it's surroundings. There WAS a daffodil woodland here, similar to that pictured on the right, but which is now sadly lost to the people of Christchurch. as are many of our historic buildings post earthquake.​



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A part of the original woodland which thankfully still remains untouched by insensitive blundering politicians. In late spring froths of Cow Parsley (Anthriscus sylvestris) replace the daffodils as they fade.
Notice the contrast in the 2 images shown above illustrating the hospital building as a real intrusion into the Daffodil Woodland.   
It's the work of unscrupulous politicians ​who took advantage of their special powers while people were still traumatised after the earthquakes.  Pulling a swifty over their people, they rushed it through secretly with no consultation when they knew they could get away with it.  The first I knew of it was when  I happened to be walking in the park on a day that chainsaws were at work and was horrified to see such a huge chunk of woodland being destroyed.  None of the workmen wanted to talk about it and I just burst into tears at the wanton vandalism of this beautiful place, in the midst of such trauma and damage from ongoing aftershocks.   But this wasn't nature causing the mayhem - it was man!
The result of this wanton destruction is a huge loss of a part of our uninterrupted woodland to be replaced by a truncated view, rudely interrupted by an ugly hospital building which destroys the serenity of the green woodland of Hagley Park.   Which other city in New Zealand has a natural haven like this within walking distance - another world where nature dominates, away from the hustle and bustle of the city which is so cherished and valued by it's citizens.  It should never have been compromised in this way. 
And it was all so indecently rushed!

POSTSCRIPT
Soon after the sad day I witnessed the destruction of the woodland, my son was rushed into hospital seriously ill.  So I was at the hospital everyday visiting him, at the same time witnessing the excavations for the new hospital where the woodland had been demolished.  All day every day 24/7 there was vast amounts of water being pumped out of the excavated site, and gushing into the Avon river.   It seemed there was a 'lake' under the site where the woodland had been.  How could they build on top of all that water!!  Sure enough, 9 years later this new hospital is still not being fully used due to instability of the building!!         
 

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1/9/2020

its not just about roses!

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It's also about a forest of thorny twigs and bare skeletal branches in mid-winter. 
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And here at Beverley Park Heritage Rose Garden in winter, it is also about a luxuriant carpet of Hellebores beneath the thorny  twiginess.

A forest of thorny twigs and branches does need to be sorted, and mid-winter when the bushes are bare is the best time to do it.  Rose pruning time!   And the Friends of Beverley Park Heritage Rose Garden are just the team to do that.  A loose group of garden lovers formed from our local Englefield community as well as rose lovers from further afield, we make up a formidable team.  
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Some of our trusty pruning team at Beverley Park Heritage Rose Garden. Left to Right - Henrietta, Michael, Irinka and Hilary - ready for action!
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It looks as though I am trying to demonstrate wielding a pair of loppers but they seem to be laughing at me!!
​I am never quite sure whether rose pruning is a winter or spring pursuit, but we start off by gathering the troops together late in July.   Here are some of our rose lovers  quite rugged up with scarves and jackets at the end of July when these photos were taken, which means winter!  But by the time we finished the rose pruning 3 or 4 weeks later, buds were starting to swell and the weather was warming up.
Towards the end of August, it felt as though we had morphed into spring.
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Michael wielding the hedge trimmers over some of our shrubbier varieties. Quite a bare wintry scene with hardly a leaf or any green in sight. Even the Hellebores look frosted, droopy and sad. This will be quite a different view in midsummer when the rosebush, *Ballerina" which Michael is trimming back is in full flower.
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From the end of July through till the end of August, it is amazing the way the days brighten.  The light changes from winter dimness to brighter and lighter, and there is a sense of hope - that life is returning 
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We can see here that by halfway through August, when the pruning was well underway, that the light was brighter as it touched the newly and elegantly pruned roses. The Hellebores beneath look happy too, lit up under more light.
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Muscari (Grape Hyacinth) and Leucojum vernum (Snowflake) flower early in the border facing outwards to the Park
After a week of sunny days, the bright blue of Muscari (Grape Hyacinths) and white Snowflakes began to appear beneath the bare roses in the border facing outward to the park.  The roses had not yet started to leaf up, but that didn't stop the Grape Hyacinths and Snowflakes making an appearance.

Typically spring - just as everything started to flower responding to spring warmth, the weather plummeted again, and winter returned with snow on the mountains and frosts but - no matter - spring bulbs keep flowering despite the fickle weather.  
Picture'Yoshino' is the Japanese name of the flowering cherry at the entrance to the garden - its botanical name is Prunus Yedoensis




And by September the Yoshino cherrys at the entrance to the Rose Garden are flowering.
Now we truly know that spring is here!!
Two Yoshino Cherry trees either side of the pathway mark the entrance to garden, and  there are also 2 more planted in the lawn at the front of the garden which frame the rose garden. 
​Soft pink, light and dainty with single flowered blossoms, they are reminiscent of bridal veils, and many think that these are the most beautiful  of all the cherry blossoms.
This is the same variety which is planted around Hagley Park, and they are native to Japan - hence the name - Yoshino Cherry. 
The botanical name, Prunus yedoensis, is not quite so romantic. 
The pruned roses can hardly compete with the delicate beauty of the Yoshino Cherry which surrounds them in spring, however even they  are softened by new seasons leaf growth, starting to burst forth.
And still the Hellebores keep giving, looking fresh.  They flower nonstop from the end of June through to September.  We love them!  And even the early Snowflakes, now more green than white, are still persisting.  

And here is a photo of the fruits of our labours  from last year, in mid-December 2019 - a view of Beverley Park Heritage Rose Garden in full bloom​.
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A symphony in pink - the reward we were waiting for, and a taste of what we have to look forward to for this year as well in December 2020

​Above varieties
​'Gertrude Jekyll' - english rose - climbing up through the metal rose supports.
​'Ballerina' - hybrid musk - bushy rose with single pink flowers in clusters in the middle ground . 
Rosa glauca 'Carmenetta' - species - a great arching bush in the foreground with single pink species blooms nestled amongst it's attractive glaucus foliage

​Note - If you would like to become one of our volunteers and learn about heritage roses while helping in the garden, you would be very welcome.  We would be pleased to hear from you!!
Contacts
Robyn Kilty   ph. 03 9651281  m. 022 1039802. - email  - robynkilty@gmail.com
Henrietta Hall  m. 027 4512315 - email - henrietta@hhall.co.nz

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18/6/2020

The shortest day

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 The last vestiges of jewel-like colour in early June, before finally disappearing after days of frosts then rain.
PictureThe last brightness of the season as a few lingering leaves of the climber, Ornamental Grape - Vitis cognetiae - contrasts iridescent pink against the sober green columns of the twining New Zealand native - Muehlenbeckia complexa















​Even in winter as the shortest day approaches, the flamboyant colour of these ornamental grape leaves, still cling to the vine - Vitis cognetiae.
Sometimes called Crimson Glory Vine the iridescent crimson of these lingering leaves are intensified against the sober green of New Zealand native plants.  One offsets the other.  The  crimson of the grape leaves would not look nearly so jewel-like if they did not have the dark green sobriety of native plants nearby to bounce off.  And at the other end of the scale, the dull green of these native plants is enlivened by fragments of autumn colour from the northern hemisphere.​
The plant world sets an example to we unenlightened humans who can't always blend together so well!

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The last golden leaves clinging to Wisteria 'Show Showers' against a threatening early winter sky
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A sombre view against a dull grey winter sky. The leafless trees of Hagley Park woodland in Christchurch in mid-winter.
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The same Ornamental Grape - climbing further along the front of the verandah - this time silhouetted against a nearby Cabbage tree - Cordyline australis
​​When a southerly storm comes barrelling up from the Antarctic continent in early winter 
​and the last leaves of autumn lingering on the ornamental grape tap against my bedroom window at night in the wind, I don't think  botanically. 
​I think of the words of the Russian writer, 
Boris Pasternak in the first chapter of his famous novel, Doctor Zhivago.
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​"With each blast of wind the leafless trees danced as if possessed, and flattened themselves against the path.  During the night, the boy, Yuri, was woken up by a knocking at the window and the dark room was mysteriously lit up by a flickering whiteness ... he ran to the window and pressed his face against the cold glass .....there was nothing but blizzard, the air smoking with snow.  It was as if the snowstorm had caught sight of Yuri and as if concsious of it's power to terrify, roared, howled and did everything to attract his attention ''.   
Yuri had just witnessed his mothers funeral that day.
"Clods of earth drummed on the lid like rain as the grave was hurriedly filled... a mound grew up on it and a ten year old boy climbed on top.  The boy covered his face with his hands and burst into sobs.  The wind bearing down on him lashed his hands and face with cold gusts of rain..... he was afraid that his mother buried in the open field, would helplessly sink deeper and deeper away from him into the ground"

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The beauty of skeletal trees silhouetted in the mist of a winter morning in Hagley Park .
Such is the power of Pasternaks writing, as he equates the coming of winter with the pathos of a child mourning his mothers death.  His words touch me, so that when I too, see those last clinging leaves  and hear them tapping on my bedroom window at night, I remember Yuri's despair.   Even in the southern hemisphere  a world away from Russia's cruel winters,  I still feel a sense of loss for the season past.  Knowing that that particular season is lost in time and will never come back - a death in it's own right. ​
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Deciduous Betula (birch) forest in Russia in mid-winter.
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Taiga (Russian coniferous forest in mid-winter)
 We in New Zealand can never know the bleak drama of a Russian winter, as our whole land is not blanketed in snow and ice for months on end, as above.   We might have frost on the ground and cold damp foggy mornings, but apart from alpine areas, the change from autumn to winter is never so dramatic and cruel here. 
Russia's taiga (extensive indigenous forests) covers 45% of it's huge landmass and a big percentage of this is coniferous forest with it's spiky needle foliage .  New Zealand is not part of a great continent as is Russia, but small maritime islands in the southern hemisphere and we too have our evergreen indigenous forest, but it couldn't be more different!  Instead of spiky green needles, our evergreens can be soft and lush, such as soft and graceful tree-ferns, evergreen beech forest, cordylines and nikaus, so winter here is never such a dramatic picture.  With our favourable natural climate and geography, we are also host to many exotic plants which were brought here during 19th century settlement.   So  even in midwinter some areas can almost look sub-tropical.  We don't know how lucky we are!!
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A winter picture taken on the shortest day in Hagley Park Christchurch, where native evergreens and exotics combine happily.
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A foggy morning in mid-winter along the Avon river in Christchurch. Apart from the mists rising off the river, would you ever guess it was mid winter? When we see native evergreen native plantings on the far bank and exotic eucalypts leaning over the water it could be any season.

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30/5/2020

Magical Maples

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Nothing is as magical as the Maple Border of the Christchurch Botanic Gardens in Autumn.
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The Maple Border at the end of April

These 2 photos of the Maple Border at the Christchurch Botanic Gardens were taken towards the end of April when the brilliance of autumn colour was at it's best.  And before the crimsons, magenta and violet colours of the Hydrangeas faded.   Notice how the vertical solid structures of the grey tree trunks and branches contrast so well with the airy crimsons and golden greens of the maple foliage as they turn colour.  And how this in turn enhances the green underplanting.   ​
PictureA view over the Hydrangeas towards the Maples at the end of April

​​We have enjoyed an especially long and colourful autumn this year, and even now, at the end of May going into June when we are only 3 weeks away from the shortest day, the colour is still there allbeit thinner and more subdued
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By the end of May when these photos were taken, we can see how the foliage has thinned out, leaving the shapes and structures of the tree trunks to show up more starkly with wider views of the sky between.  The richness of magenta and violet hydrangeas has faded to muted pinks and browns as early frosts have bleached the colour from them.  Even though we think the change is a gradual one, we can see here that the turn  of the seasons is quite dramatic.  In another month it will be even more dramatic when there will be nothing but the greys and browns of bare deciduous trees silhouetted against the pink haze of frosty skies. 
​The maples in this border are varying cultivars of the Acer palmatum which is native to Japan.  It makes one yearn to see the colourful hillsides of Japan in autumn.  Although I am perfectly happy with this little slice of japanese woodland we have right here in Christchurch.

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24/4/2020

Autumn in a bubble

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When I went out this morning to tidy up my messy garden, I looked hard and thought - it's actually not messy at all!   It's simply what happens in May, so instead of cutting back and tidying as I had planned, I grabbed my camera and started taking photos.    You can see the results below. 
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his change of heart was in part, inspired after I had watched the film - 

'Five Seasons: the Gardens of Piet Oudolf'. ​

Piet Oudolf is an influential Dutch garden designer, plant nursery man and author. He is a leading figure of the "New Perennial" movement and designs plant compositions using bold drifts of herbaceous perennials and grasses which are chosen at least as much for their structure as for their flower colour.​  He designed the planting for the famous High Line Garden in New York  as well as many other well known gardens in North America, Northern Europe and Britain.  One of his most  acclaimed gardens in Britain is the Hauser and Wirth garden in Somerset called Oudolf Fields.  He believes in appreciating the long lived beauty of a plant, lasting well beyond its flowering period into its reproductive seedhead phase and beyond into decay.  
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I have left the seedheads of Queen Annes Lace, Michelmas Daisies, Orach, and Lychnis still with the occasional spot of magenta, also some Echinacea seed-heads to better appreciate the beauty of Autumn decay
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I must have been mad to even think of tidying away this glorious tangle of seedheads, as it is beautiful. It's just a matter of attuning our eyes to seeing this as beauty and not mess! Besides if I cut it all away, what would there be left - nothing!
  
We so often think of colour in autumn, and it's true - the fiery crimsons, golds and oranges of autumn foliage are a sight to behold.  But so are the browns and bleached out beige's of dried seedheads and decay.  It is in these understated dried plant skeletons that we can now easily see the structures and shape, and as Piet Oudolf says that, too, is to be appreciated. 

But we can't have a story about autumn without colour so here goes!
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One of the loveliest things about autumn is the light - the long slanting shadows and the iridescence of pinks and golds in autumn leaves as sunlight filters through. The few leaves left hanging on the Cercis 'Forest Pansy' and small Tree Peony have turned into jewels as sunlight filters through them, and the Ornamental Grape. Even the the distinctive leaves (see right) of the Oak Leafed Hydrangea - Hydrangea quercifolia are burnished bronze
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The above colour is in my face, a footstep away in my own small garden, well within my bubble!   But beyond is the wider bubble!  I can walk to the city if I choose, and what autumn treats there are to discover on the way.  And all within my bubble!
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From Manchester Street, just across the Avon is the Margaret Mahey Playground which looked very bare after beautiful mature trees were removed from the site to build this playground. Margaret Mahey would have turned in her grave had she known the site was to be stripped bare of it's natural habitat in order to build such a contrived plastic playground in her name.
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The Poplar Walk bordering the Avon River between Madras and Manchester Streets finishing alongside the Margaret Mahey Playground. But the playground looks sadly bare after the natural habitat and mature trees were removed from the site to build it. Margaret Mahey loved wild and natural places and wrote about these places for children so they could use their own imaginations in making up their own games. I can't imagine that brightly coloured plastic would have been part of her intention.

Also within my bubble is the Red Zone and the wide open spaces this offers alongside the Avon river and environs.  So yesterday for my daily walk, I turned east instead of west into more beautiful tree lined river landscapes flaunting their autumn colours and the further east I went, the more the vistas opened out into ever widening empty landscapes. 
Yet within these open landscapes, there are rectangular lines of shrubs and trees delineating the gardens which had once been there and the sadly bare central spaces within these boundaries where peoples homes had  been before they were demolished. 
It's  an eerie sight and an eerie feeling as you can almost hear the ghostly sounds of absent people - the voices of children playing, lawns being mown, cars pulling into driveways and neighbours calling to each other as they went about their daily business. 
​Where there had been active and thriving communities, there is now nothing except ghostly rectangular outlines of shrubs which once enclosed someones home. 
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The further east I walked the more the old earthquaked road narrowed and became more rutted, and the wide open spaces of before began to close in again with more mature trees. I realised I was coming to something special and sure enough planter boxes appeared along the track and pots with flowers spilling out of them, and there were signs and steps up to a sheltered garden raised slightly above the road.  It was the entrance to the Richmond Community Garden.
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The Richmond Community Garden still looking good, even though no volunteers have been allowed to work in the garden for almost six weeks due to the lockdown. This has been difficult for community gardens as March and April is the time that seeds are sown and seedlings planted for winter crops. We just hope some activity can happen soon, so they can bring their gardens back into production again
I'm fortunate in my bubble, as there are many places within  walking distance, and those pictured above are just some of them. 

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24/4/2020

A Local Lockdown Wander

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A LOCAL LOCKDOWN WANDER

  How to amuse yourself during Covid 19?  We get the message loud and clear - STAY AT HOME - So what does home have to offer?  Lots - if you have a garden, and even more if you have a park in your neighbourhood!   I am lucky enough to have a Heritage Rose Garden in my local park - Beverley Park Heritage Rose Garden.  And not only that - I have the Red Zone too, and the recently redesigned Avon Loop walkway, all within walking distance - so I am spoilt by choice.
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This beautiful single apricot rose with the long elegant golden stamens which seems to reach right out to you is called 'Mrs.Oakley Fisher'. It is an Early Hybrid Tea rose introduced in 1921 and belongs to a group of other single roses such as 'Dainty Bess' and 'White Wings'. There are 4 bushes of these at Beverley Park as seen in the context of the garden on the left.

It's the Beverley Park Heritage Rose Garden which I visit most as it is just around the corner from me and is so beautiful.  Another bonus - I always meet walkers or neighbours strolling through the garden and sometimes I arrange to meet a neighbour or friend there for a catchup chat - from a distance you understand.

And why not?  It is the most divine sweet smelling place for a catchup tucked away in it's sunny corner of Beverley Park.  I have met both Henrietta and Katrina there, both local rose enthusiasts and volunteers who help look after the garden.  Katrina was on her daily run, and Henrietta and I chewed the fat, and dreamed up all sorts of ideas for the garden, post lockdown.  

The garden is  looking surprisingly handsome in spite of so little rain and very little TLC, as of course nobody is allowed to maintain the garden at the  moment, so the nettles are looking very luscious right now!  Much to the delight of Katrina, who is on the lookout for nettles on her daily run to make soup so she ended up foraging in the garden, which was a great help in eliminating some of the the weeds at the same time!

LOOKING AT A FEW OF THE HERITAGE ROSE VARIETIES AT
BEVERLEY PARK

There are 150 varieties altogether
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'Rosa rubra Carmenetta' From the Species group, this rose was chosen both for it's bright red hips as well as it's unusual bluish bronze foliage. Although these attributes make up the main event, this variety does have little single crimson eye catching flowers dotted all the way down it's arching stems in early summer. There are 3 of these large bushes grouped behind the seats and paved central area of the garden. Unfortunately there are just 2 at the moment, as one of the bushes which had been flourishing suddenly turned up it's toes and died this season, leaving a big gap, which we hope will be filled with a replacement of this outstanding variety for next season. Planted directly behind Rosa rubra Carmenetta with the pale pink flowers are 3 'Ballerina' Hybrid Musk roses
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'Nancy Hayward' -climbing rose
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'Rosa rugosa 'Alba' This is the time of year for rose-hips which in some cases outshine the blooms. In fact several of the of the roses chosen for the garden were selected for their hips. None are more outstanding than the Rugosa group which are native to northern coastlines, such as Scotland, the Baltic countries, and Siberia, so they are a very hardy variety. Many Rugosa varieties do have stunning flowers as well, which often flower throughout the season alongside their hips as seen above. Here, the pure white large single flower of 'Rosa rugosa Alba' is just as beautiful as the shiny luscious hips. Flowering behind is 'Dapple Dawn' from the English Rose group, while above through the metal rose support, 'Rosa moyesii 'Geranium' can be seen with it's distinctive bottle shaped hips.
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'Comtesse du Cayla' - English Rose in the foreground a very vigorous and reliable rose with pretty semi-double apricot blooms - not as red in reality as the photo shows here. Alongside is 'Penelope', a popular Hybrid Musk and a healthy floriferous rose with semidouble creamy pinkish clusters of flowers. But it is the climber 'Nancy Hayward' over the arch in the background which everyone notices with it's huge floppy single electric pink flowers, like big pink handkerchiefs.
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One of the views from the central path of the Rose Garden showing the lavender hedge or mounds edging the central pathway. In the foreground is the popular China rose - 'Mutabilis', repeated further back in the border. There are 6 Mutabilis bushes throughout the garden - one of the hardiest and most reliable of roses which flowers almost non-stop throughout the season. On the other side of the path, is the creamy white fragrant 'Sombreuil' known as a climbing Hybrid Tea rose. Although not a climber in our Rose Garden, it is certainly one of the most vigorous and floriferous of roses - with a gorgeous scent.

REMEMBER - THERE IS ALWAYS TIME TO 'SMELL THE ROSES' 

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3/2/2020

Are they Really weeds?

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My Garden is absolutely full of weeds and do I care?  NO!!
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Bronze Fennel, Verbena boniarensis and Nasturtiums which have seeded themselves in front of my jaggedy front fence. I have no idea how they got there, but I'm leaving them there. Where would the front fence be without them.
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Even though the Bronze Fennel seems so au fait with the rusty gate, I might just cull it out a little for next year, as it can be a bit of a thug and I don't want it swamping the Verbena and Nasturtiums
 I like certain weeds, probably those that are on the border between weeds and non-weeds because they complement my 'normal' plants so well, and they are easy enough to manage in my small garden.  I cull out the seedlings which come up in spring in inconvenient places, and what is left just simply grows up with the perennials until they are standing tall in high summer amongst everything else, lending a fulsomeness and textural interest to the garden and sometimes colour.   Although I do the main culling out of weedling/seedlings in spring, it actually goes on all season, because as they grow, if they start to take over from other plants drooping over and smothering the favourites later on in the season - out they come.  Sometimes when the Orach can get so tall it becomes unwieldy leaning over other treasures, I often just trim the top out of it, as the rest of the 'weed' is usually the shape I want to fit in with the other plants.   Just a little bit of judicious shaping and perhaps culling is all it needs.  Even a weed can benefit from a prune!!

These are my treasured weeds!
Bronze Fennel - Foeniculum vulgare purpureum
Red Orach - Atriplex hortensis rubra
Verbena boniarensis

Queen Annes Lace - Anthriscus sylvestris
Nasturtiums
Nicotiana sylvestris
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Atriplex hortensis rubra - such a scholarly name for a weed - otherwise known as Red Orach or red spinach when it is young but I think it is far too lovely to eat. It's a weed because it seeds everywhere in spring, but is easy to haul out in great tufts or even better forked back into the earth where it can rot away gently making it's own compost. The foliage is such a beautiful colour that I could never be without it to bounce my other plants off. See how it takes centre stage in this photo growing so tall by mid-summer and blending so well with the grasses and other plants as it forms it's attractive pinkish red seedheads.
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Nicotiana sylvestris or tobacco plant is tall and stately with it's white spikes of long bell flowers, and heady perfume filling the night. It is sought after overseas but here it will tuck itself in, sending up it's tall elegant spikes anywhere, even under shrubs with it's large soft felty leaves taking over.
Although I know my weedy beauties can be invasive or even plague-like, I appreciate them because they come back in abundance every year like old friends, and in a small garden it is no problem to cull these marauders out in spring.  Owners of large gardens may not feel the same way!!  
​With these 'weeds' in
 my garden I look forward to late summer when they have grown tall finding their way up to the light  between the perennials in the most fetching way.  This, when they are at their best either flowering or setting seed.   
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Should I really call Queen Annes Lace a weed, because it can be bought in punnets at garden centres. But it does seed and come up everywhere in my garden in spring which I love. I would never have to buy it!! Even though seedlings come up in my robust orange front garden, from the compost I spread in winter, I treat these with disdain as I do with the weedy weeds and pull them out! I only allow it to survive in the back borders where its white laciness can be appreciated.
 
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I allow Queen Annes Lace weedling seedlings to survive in my back garden, as their delicate form looks good with the pinks and burgundys. This year I let the seedlings near the edge of the path be, and in this pic you can see the result - these lovely tall lacy things leaning so fetchingly over the path, which I must part to get to the shed
Earlier this season I was not so vigilant about thinning out the weeds in the spring. Usually I clear the seedlings away from the edges of the borders so they do not block pathways, but this year I left them just for fun.  And it has been fun - they lean over the pathways most fetchingly.  So much so that I need to part a space between the gorgeous things to weave my way down the path to the shed.  And they feel so nice brushing against my face and body, and most importantly slow my journey down the garden path and in the process I notice more of what is what is going on around me in the garden. 
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it is all a very sensuous business, and isn't that what gardening is all about - the senses?  Sight , sound, smell and touch!   Today, after a most welcome shower of rain overnight - the first for 2 months - these 'weeds' are leaning even more heavily over the path because they are bowed down with raindrops which means getting down to the shed is a very damp business today.  A lovely cooling wet sensation after the dry heat of the last few weeks.

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7/1/2020

Spring went in a flash - suddenly its mid-summer

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 gone - all gone
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Unbelievably it was only 4 months ago since we welcomed Spring, with blossom and daffodils yet it is all just a distant memory.   Now it's  all gone  and I wonder did it ever really happen?''
​Then by December, I sigh sadly as I watch roses drop their petals in summer heat.  Now in January when rose bushes have become colourless and lack-lustre, I  wonder if I can muster up the enthusiasm to dead-head, feed and water them  in the hopes that they will come to life again before the summer is over.  

​THE LAST ROSE ..........
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''Mme Alfred Carriere' (pale pink) and 'Nancy Haywood' (bright pink' climbing over an arch in Beverley Park Heritage Rose Garden
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Rosa Glauca 'Carmenetta' - an early species rose with blueish foliage which will have shiny black hips in autumn in Beverley Park Heritage Rose Garden
I do, because I know that if I don''t, I won't be able to stand the sad look of them come late summer.  In my own garden it's easy, as I don't have that many roses.  Except climbers which are always labour intensive when it comes to dead-heading, as there is so much more of them and they climb way up high, which, for me always entails a ladder.   But it's in our nearby Heritage Rose Garden in Beverley Park, where dead-heading really takes the time, as there are 150 roses and some of them have grown into huge bushes.  However we gather together our little band of volunteers to help, but this isn't always easy in mid summer when everyone is so taken up with the Xmas and holiday season.  However maybe it isn't so sad after all, when that magnificent first flush of blooms are over, because when the roses finish and we roll on into summer, look what happens!!

​SUMMER FLOWERS
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Flowers, flowers, flowers - of all sorts and colours.  From elegant lilies to the bluest of blue Delphiniums.  Bright magenta Lychnis, to bright orange Nasturtiums, purple Verbena boniarensis and virginal white Queen Anne's Lace.  Kniphofia or Red Hot Pokers  (although mine are orange), bronze/orange Helenium, to the weed Orach, and the weed - bronze Fennel.  I've included the weeds but haven't even mentioned Dahlias yet!   
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Dahlias are coming back into fashion they say!  And yes - I do believe that's true, but only because in recent years some hard work has been done by breeders to simplify the flower and introduce more interesting foliage.  Amongst the forefront of this exciting new breeding programme has been New Zealander, Dr. Keith Hammett.  See below examples of Hammett Dahlias which I grow in my garden.

​While the images of these two Dahlia varieties below may look similar they are in reality quite different.
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This is a scarlet/red single flowered Dahlia of simple form and medium height which tucks itself neatly amongst other plants. The bright scarlet flowers stand out well against the bronze foliage
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This Dahlia is tall and impressive in the garden, and does not tuck itself away amongst other plants, but makes a statement of it's own. Again the bronze foliage sets off the flowers which are an apricot orange and semi-single.
Sadly I can't name these Dahlia varieties, as the tubers were given to me by friends. and no one knows what varieties they are - although I suspect from the look of them, that Keith Hammett may have had a hand in them.  They have his touch with single and semi-single blooms amongst bronze foliage.   
​I find it pays to be selective when choosing Dahlias for your garden as you can so easily end up with a mish-mash of different forms and colours, so I choose the colours and forms which blend with my garden.  For instance I like just the 2 varieties pictured above for my front garden as oranges and scarlets are dominant in the front garden and I like the single forms in this situation as they suit the mini-prairie style which I have planted with grasses and simple flowers.  While in my back garden the prevailing colours are crimson, magenta and Burgundy, so the 2 Dahlias there are also in those colours.  

​GRASSES

Grasses are really a whole other story which I should keep for another time, another place, however I will just say that I would not be without them in my garden, as they add a dimension to my plantings which I find most satisfying, and which I hope the images below show.   More about these later. 
Amongst the grasses in the back garden there is a Dahlia in a completely different form - the cactus dahlia  - and this was chosen for it's dark velvety crimson, and is called appropriately 'Nuits d'Etes'.  There is also another dahlia in this garden not pictured here and it is pale pink and single with bronze foliage and definitely bred by Dr. Keith Hammett - ''Mystic Dreamer''.
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Grass - the variegated Calamagrostis overdam which has tall pink plumes in summer and blends well with the cool dark reds of the back garden
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Grass - the tall golden stems of Stipa gigantea rises up above the perennials of the front garden

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    I AM A GARDENER, GARDEN WRITER AND ARTIST.   AFTER SEVERAL YEARS WRITING REGULARLY AS A COLUMNIST I HAVE MISSED WRITING ABOUT MY GARDEN, OTHER GARDENS AND GARDENS IN GENERAL FOR THE GARDEN PAGES OF THE PRESS SO HAVE RESOLVED TO SET UP MY OWN BLOG AND WEBSITE.
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