Theory of Grass.

5-31-12 SHORT HILLS: Tuesday was in the nineties with high humidity, followed by T-storms at night, very Julyish. There was 0.25 inches of rain. We got to try out the AC for the first time this year.

I haven’t done much of anything in the garden since getting back here except spraying a gray and white moldy/fungoid growth at the base of a red maple and mildewed pulmonaria. The spray is mostly sulfur which seems harmless enough for those without sulfur allergies.

Our lawn looks better than it has for years. Now understand, Dear Reader, that I am not talking about a monoculture of bluegrass, but a melange of short greenery that does include a variety of grasses as well as other things covering the ground that some would refer to as ‘weeds’. The list contains the usual suspects—dandelion, plantain, sorrel, gill-over-the-ground, wild strawberry, clover and twice that many more whose names I don’t know. Anyway, it looks good, if you don’t look too closely.

Now everything looks good this year, but the lawn has been looking a bit better each year since my decision to leave the leaves where they fall in the fall. No raking, blowing, or piling them in the street, just clear the terraces, walkways and driveways and leave them in the yard. The point is that the soil needs the organic matter generated by the crumbling of the old leaves.

We live on the side of a hill. Years ago it was forest with a stable soil column and trees to soak up the runoff from storms. Now it is suburban with roads, driveways, patios, houses and many less trees. The storm runoff, without an absorbent forest to sop it up, now erodes the organic, top layer of the soil leaving it less fertile. If you look at forest soil, the top is a thick layer of dark, loamy, rich growth media. The top of our yard’s soil column was brown clay, before we let the organic layer begin to re-constitute itself.

New blooms: clematis, privet, Siberian iris, elderberry, Asian holly.

Clematis, growing on wisteria.

Another St Johns wort, with a much bigger flower.

The lawn actually contains some grass.

Memorial Day Memories.

5-28-12 VERMONT: Another good one. Memorial Day to me is a memory of storms, cold rain, overcast skies as a kid at the Jersey Shore. Later in life there were Memorial Day weekend sailboat races on Long Island Sound from Larchmont to Block Is. and back, with stormy weather and rough seas, or no wind and being becalmed for hours, usually both. I don’t remember hot, mid-summer weather this early in the season, especially in Vermont.

Sorry, Dear Reader, to put you to sleep with stories of ‘back when’. Today I did the mowing around the barns with the string trimmer and also mowed around the veggie garden and the roses and blueberries and zapped a lots stinging nettle, burdock and one thistle. Then did a little pond work, the algae problem seems controlled, before we had dinner with Anna in Hanover.

Judy bought her table at the auction. NJ tomorrow.

New blooms: hesperis, iris, golden alexander.

Purple Finch??

Eggstrordinary Day.

5-27-12 VERMONT: Another beautiful day, perfect—except for black flies and mosquitoes. In the morning I used the string trimmer in the front garden by the porch to clear the grass-choked walkways and then cleared the culvert.

At midday we went to the William Smith auction preview. Judy saw a couple things she liked and will go back for the auction action tomorrow.

In the afternoon, I wanted to use the DR Trimmer in the pasture, but I had no gas, so I pruned honeysuckle bushes, roses and cut down a dead Japanese maple.

While hauling away all the prunings, I saw an eggshell, half-opened on the ground in the woods. It is the size of a chicken egg, light brown with dark brown freckles. After a bit of research, we’re calling it a turkey egg.

New blooms: pagoda dogwood, baneberry, Jacobs ladder.

Turkey egg, used, I think, anyone?

Centaurea, bachelor button.

Cows, Herbs, Flowers.

5-26-12 VERMONT: I forgot to mention in the last post that we have three cows in the pasture. They belong to Josh, who does the lawn and is a neighbor, and are heifers, young ladies awaiting their coming out parties. It will be a bullish affair. Afterwards they will have a career in the dairy business. Two of them are chocolate and the other vanilla.

Yesterday was rainy, 0.1 inch, and we ran errands, including a trip to Longacres for plants and MoleMax, a mole and vole repellent. Something, voles, moles or chipmunks, ate some of the lily bulbs. If the repellent gets rid of them, I’ll plant something new. Between showers, I cleaned and replanted the herb bed. I saved some iris, columbine and Jacobs ladder volunteers for a flower bed. The thyme and oregano which usually over-winter are mostly gone this spring. The bed now has: curly parsley, rosemary, dill, tarragon, basil, oregano and thyme.

Today I did the perennials. I put three violets in the bed below the new wall, Viola cornuta ‘Sorbet Babyface Purple’, ‘Etain’ and ‘Rebecca’. In the porch bed, I put two coneflowers, Echinacea ‘B’s Knees’. In the lowest north terrace bed, I put two cardinal flowers where blue ones have done well, one red, Lobelia ‘Red Beauty’ and one white, Lobelia ‘Gladys Lindley’. I put one yarrow, Achillea ‘Pomegranate’ and one thrift, Armeria maritima, in the bed on top of the new wall, and a sweet William, Dianthus barbatus ‘Indian Carpet’ in the north pond-side bed. Add in some weeding and pruning and it’s a day.

New blooms: epimedium, centaurea, first hybrid daylily.

Pasture ornaments.

Mama robin at work. The daddies don't have that dark tip on the beak.

Vermont Report.

5-24-12 VERMONT: We arrived yesterday and found large rafts of floating algae on the pond. We have had this problem before, but not for years. Usually one bag of barley straw pellets controls it for the season. I skimmed off as much as I could reach with a swimming pool net and then, spread a bag of pelletized lime around the periphery. Today I got the rest of the floating stuff just before the lawn mowers arrived and left grass cuttings on the water. I can probably skim them off tomorrow.

Today I planted the tomato seedlings and the corn seeds. They are all from Johnny’s Seeds, the corn is Hybrid, Bicolor Super Sweet Xtra-Tender Brand 270A F1 [sh2]. The tomatoes are: Hybrids—Sun Gold, Red Grape, Big Beef, Defiant, and Heirloom Moskvich.

Birds are nesting in the barns, every time I walk into one or the other, birds fly out. A robin, perhaps the same one, is nesting again on the light outside the back door of the old mudroom. It is sheltered from rain and wind, but the bird flies away every time we go by.

All the pond creatures are accounted for, I saw three turtles sunning on the bank today.

The mild winter and early warmth are still having a influence on the garden. The apple trees always peak on Memorial Day, but this year they are already finished. The lilacs are also nearly finished.

New blooms [since early May]: lilac, azalea, viburnums, honeysuckle, burning bush, blueberry, apple [done], yellow lamium, columbine, geranium, alkanet, veronica, false solomons seal, spurge, tiarella, celandine, jack-in-the-pulpit, lily-of-the-valley, sweet woodruff, creeping phlox.

Heading North.

5-22-12 SHORT HILLS: We ended up with 2.25 inches of rain and everything is sopping even if the sun is out now. We are off to VT tomorrow.

New blooms: peony.

Peony.

St. Johns wort. Feel less depressed?

Carnegie Beach.

5-21-12 SHORT HILLS: No more Mr. Nice Weather—yesterday a front came up from the south while we were visiting Bob and Chris in Lavalette on the Jersey shore. A sunny day turned overcast in a matter of minutes and the wind off the ocean picked up enough to blow sand up the beach. Last night and today we’ve had 1.5 inches of rain and more coming.

Saturday we were at Carnegie Hall for The Metropolitan Youth Orchestra concert. Lily plays in the Nassau Principal Orchestra, they did Symphonic Dances form West Side Story and Carmina Burana and did them quite well. Carnegie, a beautiful space, was full.

New blooms: St Johns wort, Japanese snowbell.

Cellist.

Carnegie Sell-Out.

Change in the Weather.

But the birds don't mind.