Compost Blog

I Hate Saying Goodbye

FOUND IN: Community, Education on July 26, 2011
The girls pine for the perfect shot while admiring the bright red Monarda in the Bellevue Botanical Garden

The Seattle Garden Bloogers Fling ended like they all do. Business cards are exchanged. Open arms lead to heartfelt hugs. We tell each other how great it was seeing you again.

But best of all, I don't have to say goodbye.

Not only do I not have to say it, more likely than not, it just wouldn't make much sense.

We're all garden bloggers. All gardeners. All computer competent. And all enjoy talking about it.

Posting keeps us connected.

Comments remind us that someone will talk back.

And it happens more than once a year.

A beautiful bouquet is made while visiting the West Seattle Farmers Market.
Locally grown produce from farms in the area shows the variety Seattle has to offer.

A sitting area designed with reclaimed items in Lorene Edwards Forkner's garden. Check out here new book called Handmade Garden Projects coming out soon!

Purple is taken to new heights in this composition at the Farley garden.

The Olympic Sculpture Parkis beautifully sighted on the banks overlooking Puget Sound. This is Bunyon's Chess by Mark di Suvero.

One of the areas most phenomenal gardens, The Bloedel Reserve is located on Bainbridge Island.
The cool, moist conditions foster layers of moss to grow on anything sedentary throughout the acres of natural land at The Bloedel Reserve.
Dragonfly Farms is a display garden and retail plant nursery located on Bainbridge Island.

The egg-like sculptures are just one of many different pieces of art displayed in the Dragonfly Farms gardens.

An arbor made from chain seems to be magically floating.

Keeping Up

FOUND IN: Community, Education on July 23, 2011

It is now hours before my arrival in Seattle for this year's Garden Blogger's Fling 2011 meet up. I'm late and I hate it........I couldn't find a decent flight out on Friday evening, so here I am swooping in mid-stream.

Seems like a lot of that going on these days. Time is not behaving.

Flowers are being pollinated by the expanding community of bees in our backyard and the produce is quadrupling. Tomatoes are everywhere. There are not enough canning hours in the day.

Foliage is overtaking the garden pathways and I'm a slacker in the eyes of fellow gardeners who have heard me talk about the horror of things touching.

False nettle has turned my dreams into nightmares.

All the while Mary Ann, one of our Garden Bogger hosts and author of her blog, Gardens of the Wild, Wild West is patiently waiting on the tarmac at Sea-Tac to meet with me about my progress on southern zones 8-10 plant combos for her recently unveiled Garden Logic site. It helps gardeners come up with plant combinations that relate to color, season, height and zone. She asked me to help with my region months ago. I've been working on it Mary Ann....have mercy!!!!

While I'm still trying to work on a blog post describing my recent floral experience in San Francisco at Imagine, weeks have passed since my last post. Its a gridlock. Soon I will walk amongst enthusiastic garden bloggers who will most likely smile and nod, wondering secretly why is so lame.

I'd make an excuse but it is just too hot.

They say its cool in Seattle. In a few hours I will know for sure.

Finding Grubb

FOUND IN: Education, Garden Design on July 02, 2011

You can get there on the "T" train. Expect to hoof it when they drop you off. And while I walked through sections of town that aren't in the travel brochures, it felt like an oasis when I finally arrived.

Flora Grubb Gardens is what we all wish we had in our town; chic, sexy, colorful with a slight coating of fairy dust. (Well, maybe a few inches.)

There were squeals at every turn. Not by me of course, by real customers. I controlled my excitement, snapping pictures as I quietly weaved my way through the elaborate floral wonderland.

I expected to get nasty looks, as if I each click was another idea stolen. This place is surly accustomed to having the plant paparazzi around and as such, I was left alone.

After an hour of gawking, I realized it was a smart move to have taken the train. Arriving in a car, would have meant needing a plane to get it all home.

The textures of the Tillandsias played well against the old bicycle hanging at eye level. This is just one of many ways bromeliads were used creatively, showing off their versatility as garden plants.

"Can I sit in the plum colored one? How does it go with my skin tones?", he asked, sipping his latte and gazing onto the eyes of his 42 year old sugar daddy.
A little pave fun with the succulents.
The height of this Woolly Pocket wall was impressive. I looked for the water system, but saw none. Great job hiding those mechanics! I'd hate to be the one picking off the yellow foliage at the top.
See what happens when the redneck cousin gets the dusting. This bog planting is the perfect size for the urbanite tight on space.

They must have rolled this one in from one street over, making it a showpiece hidden from sight until finding it on the back wall.