Citrus

“Arch Nemesis”

I thought I would start on somewhat of a bright note before embarking on my traditionally drawn-out epic moan about August in Texas.

Finally I managed to catch my

Echinocactus grusonii


with a couple of open blooms.

More commonly known as the golden barrel cactus or more humorously the Mother-in-Law’s cushion.  Native to Central Mexico this cactus is a popular cacti in cultivation but strangely rare and critically endangered in the wild.

These animated blooms are very short lived and turn a scorched brown the next day.

Barrels on the top of the Getty Museum, LA.

As I said, I was all ready for a good old moan along the lines of blah blah, so hot, blah, no rain in sight…tongue stuck to outside of face, Mars blah, when would you believe it…

We got some August rain!

A very rare and much needed event.

I think I can safely say that this loquat was ready for a dram or two of the wet stuff,

and a yellowing whale’s tongue can never be a healthy sign.

The least said about this pine cone cactus the better,

a very peculiar cactus indeed.

I have pushed the garden really hard this year, offering up a bucket full of additional water only when a plant was clearly on the brink of death.

There have been casualties, especially with some younger plants, but on the whole most plants have bucked the heat and dry conditions very well. Heavy seaweed and fish emulsions late spring and a more aggressive then usual pruning regimen also helped.

As a last ditch attempt to stay alive this satsuma has started to prematurely drop fruit, hopefully the rain will turn this process around.

Although it can probably do to lose a few satsumas here and there to alleviate some of the burden on its limbs.

The fallen fruit was quickly scooped up,

 and juiced in an extremely unhygienic kitchen.

The unanticipated rain replenished stock tanks,

and revived foliage.

I caught this little camouflaged anole drying himself on a pride of Barbados seedpod.

Rain always causes this Alphonse Karr bamboo to lean and roll, a great clumping privacy bamboo.

This giant timber bamboo (my arch nemesis) has returned with vigor after being cut completely back to the ground.

I no longer recommend planting this bamboo as it is prone to freezing if we have a harsh winter. I have systematically removed five of these massive plants from the Patch breaking numerous pick axes, shovels and tendons.

http://www.eastsidepatch.com/2010/09/lolloping-loquats/

Note: A rock bar is the best tool for extraction and the general chipping away at the massive tap root.

Talking of arch nemesis,

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silverleaf nightshade

Solanum elaeagnifolium

 

Some people like the blooms on this tap-rooted perennial herb, not me, in fact I think that I can honestly state that I have yet to find one redeeming attribute to make me think twice before dabbing some double concentrate glyphosate all over this plant’s sharp stem, furry leaves and obnoxious flowers.

So what if the root of the plant was chewed and applied as a poultice to snake bites by the medicine men of old.

And so what if the Zuni chewed the tap root of the plant and placed the maceration into a tooth cavity to ease the pain (Stevenson 1915). In Sonora, Mexican folk healers used the plant, calling it buena mujer, to treat fits of sneezing (Martinez 1969).

The tomato-like fruits were also utilized to treat constipation, (imagine that), by either eating them or boiling them and then drinking a thick concoction (Jones 1931).

Hmm, perhaps I have been a little harsh on this plant, after all it does put out endless amounts of blooms and requires not a solitary drop of water. I have heard that the plant can look very attractive when planted (or allowed to spread en mass) in xericscape designs…

…Oh who am I kidding, there is a reason that in South Africa it is known as satansbos or

“Satan’s Bush” in Afrikaans

Warning: Berries and all parts of this plant are poisonous, naturally.

Stay Tuned for:

“Orion’s belt”

 

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“Boot Hill”

Lots of wild characters have been rolling through the Patch this past week, 

“Don’t take your water-pistols to town son”

Waterpistol Hickok and his wild gang rode through, trying to escape from the infamous bounty hunter twins:

“FastPaw” Kumo and his terrifying brother…

Billy “The Ghoul” Hindlegs.

I lost sight of the pursuit in the midst of this blue mist flower,

Conoclinium coelestinum

 

the puffs of gunshot smoke blending in with the fuzzy brown seed heads.

Feather grasses have had haircuts, beds mulched, large amounts of seaweed and fish emulsions administered. There is not much more to do in preparation for our annual three month tour of garden duty on Mars except perhaps to prepare a couple of emergency iced turbans and some breathing apparatus for when I do have to venture out.

(lots of prodding)…

Based on his rather parched expression,

(more prodding)… 

the recent thunderstorms and moisture came a little too late for this poor anole, yet another Pompeii Patch victim.

Don’t even think about it Bear.

Moving quickly along:

A break or two in the weather has been a most welcome reprieve this week.

The thunder storms greened up the hoja santa almost immediately. I would construct a small platform underneath these plants to hang out on,

but sadly by the time these plants reach this size, so do Texas mosquitoes.

These developing satsumas are also looking a lot less parched.

If it holds all of its fruit we will have a good crop in the fall.

I crave sushi when it is hot out, and this restaurant serves up some rather nontraditional fare. My waitress was very diligent, the only complaints I had was that the sake bottle and glass were filthy and I found the expression on my tako just a little too jovial.

On departing restaurants,

we always have the obligatory “got to find the spearmint” kerfuffle, (we all prefer them).

I always put on a despondent “I cannot believe they are doing this” look to the front of house staff, but secretly I am rooting for their quest to succeed.

Staying on a confectionery note…

Bubblegum Alley , a 70-foot long, 15-foot high landmark in San Luis Obispo, CA.

…Nice.

“Did he say Bubblegum Alley?”

Uninspirational image of the week:

This is a typical look for my steed at the end of an install.

I enjoy cleaning out pickup beds about as much as I do picking up leaves out of planting beds or trying to extract that tiny patch of Bermuda grass at the base of my barrel cactus.

What is your most horrific and miserable gardening chore?

Stay Tuned for:

“All Over the Map”

 

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