Garten

When we went to Germany last year for our friends' wedding, we were struck by a few things in the small northern town where we were staying – the changeability of the weather (comparisons to England were not appreciated) and the lush, beautiful gardens at every adorable home. Fitting, then, that the day I take off to go plant shopping is a day much like the ones we had there, where the weather seemed to be determined by an repeatedly spinning and landing roulette wheel. From rain to sun to rain in 20 minutes? Why not!

This did not keep me from making initial progress.

Fuschias for the front porch:

Truth be told, fuschias are not necessarily my favorite plants. These, however, were on sale, which always warms me up to a purchase. Plus, the outer petals are white and the inside is purple, which makes for a more subdued combo than some fuschia plants. I quite like them.

Alpine poppies:

I had never, ever heard of these before, but ever since we went to Austria for our honeymoon, I am a susceptible to the charms of things labeled as "Alpine" or "Bavarian." Turns out that four subspecies of this very plant can be found in Austria. And now one little plant will be found in my front yard. Next to the edelweiss I found last year and transplanted from the tiny bit of land outside our apartment door.

Salvia:

E saw the red version somewhere and liked it. I was always partial to the purple. Found these on sale and couldn't resist.

"Blue" (purple) wave petunias:

The previous homeowners hung five large window boxes across the top floor each year. The brackets and boxes were left when they moved. We debated taking them down, but I thought I'd try to keep the tradition going and see what happens. This was the most cost-effective solution I could find to filling them. We'll see how it goes.

Foxglove (also known as digitalis):

I am often drawn to clustering flowers – foxgloves, hollyhocks, delphinum (delphinia?), gladioli, lilacs, hyacinths – don't know why.

Morning glory:

My mom harrumphed slightly when I told her I had bought one of these. I know they can have a tendency to take over – my friend Elizabeth planted some in her garden, and they began growing through the windows into the house. The shoots reminded me of zombies reaching for brains. For this reason, I am thinking of planting this at our mailbox, well away from any windows.

I had to get them, ok? They were labeled as a traditional Bavarian variety. Curse you, marketing! Plus the flowers on the older plants were gorgeous. So gorgeous that they silently urged me away from my first choice, its cousin, the very romantic, blooms-at-night-and-smells-great moonflower that, while charming, is simply white. May have to go back for one of these though, as I have now found a spot for it.

False indigo:

No idea what this is, but it looks promising and was voted perennial of the year ... for some recent year, so, I got it.

Icelandic poppies in spring fever red:

Well, they're spring fever green at moment, but as my faux name of choice online is often some variation on Red Poppy (secret's out!), it was destiny.

Pepper plants for the vegetable garden:

One hot kind, serranos, and one sweet kind, a bell pepper in purple. Anyone who knows E and his love for hot sauce might be surprised that there are not more, but he has found it just as easy to simply buy a large basket of habañeros from the local pepper farm (just down the road now) and use that instead.

Tomatoes:

I believe this picture is on its side, but you get the idea, I'm sure. My dad was a tomato enthusiast who grew tomatoes in every conceivable (and some inconceivable) hue each year. He has apparently passed this down to his only child. Four kinds: Sunsugar (little, sweet, yellow, cherry tomatoes), Brandywine (Amish heirloom variety, said to be the best tasting in all the land, and I believe one that my dad grew), Super San Marzano (a trendy paste typer, Roma shaped tomato), and Old German Tomato (another heirloom Amish/Mennonite variety that couldn't be ignored due to the intriguing photos and, once again, the name).

And while this is by no means a new purchase, remember this guy?

This is the lovely shady tree in our backyard. Last time you saw him, he was not, shall we say, clothed, and I called him a maple tree. Once his foliage came in, we realized this was no maple. Luckily, when you know academics, and have a botanist come over to play poker, you can get answers to these questions pretty easily. It is a green ash tree, or fraxinus pennsylvanica – terribly common according to Wikipedia, but satisfying to me because it has pennsylvanica in the name.

Today has, thus far, been the opposite of yesterday – bright and sunshiny all the way through. What does that mean? More plants, of course.

Coleus:

My original plant was to put hostas around the patio in the back, but not having seen any hostas I really liked, and then encountering these coleus (coleuses? colei?), and thinking about the shade situation, I decided to go with them. I have never seen ones that looked like this, either. I think they're beautiful.

Scotch broom (Lena's broom variety):

I had stopped at our local hardware store before going to the greenhouse in order to buy some ant poison (I will get you, my segmented antagonists). There I saw one of these lovelies outside for $24.99. This is a favorite of my mother's and a very pretty plant, but I had forgotten my phone and couldn't call for advice. Plus, $24.99 is a bit steep for someone ... thrifty like me. So I decided to skip it.

Pulling up to the greenhouse, I found my car pointing directly at a display of these ... for $8 each. Sold. In fact, what you're looking at is actually two plants – one for me, and one for mom who asked if I would get her one once I could finally call her. Price coup glee.

Last from today's haul, a black raspberry bush:

E and I have a small black raspberry problem. We are lucky enough to have a farm in the area that allows you to pick your own, which is the only way we can support our annual addiction. We usually pick eight or nine pounds a year. What do we make with them, you ask? Our stomachs happy. That's it. Usually we are eating them unwashed by the hand full on our way back home. While driving. The fanciest we get is putting them on vanilla ice cream. So while this one plant won't chase our personal dragon, it's a start.

And finally, two plants we actually got last weekend but it was too wet until today for me to photograph them:

Cilantro:

And basil:

I know cilantro is polarizing – apparently these a gene necessary to appreciate it, otherwise it tastes like soap – but we love Mexican food and find it to be one of the fresh herbs we buy a lot. And the basil just spoke to E, so we got that too. Why is it in a pot, you ask? Because I was under the impression that basil, a relative of mint, would take over a garden like mint does if left to its own devices. Botanist friend, to the rescue again, says this is not the case, and the we should free it into the earth proper, which we will do shortly.

Now that is a large post and if it you made it through, my congratulations to you, and a free tomato or two if all goes well this season.