Design

The circular bed next to my back deck has had many incarnations, it is a focal point that anchors the back patio area and through its circular form, has dictated the design of the pathways to the rest of the yard.

Here are a few of its schizophrenic personalities over the last few years:


Sedums and a lone bagpiper                              and a rather ugly combination of everything!

A tropical look and even a fire pit?

As you can see I widened the path on the right hand side to create a better flow around the bed. This picture was taken this last Winter, you can see the “bare bones” structure of the hardscaping.  Note the absence of the nasty tunnel on the left,
and how much more open the view looks!


This spring I thought I would try something a little more cohesive:  “A Microcosmic Garden”, I thought to myself – a miniature of my cactus and succulent bed, with a backdrop of grasses to reference the rest of the yard.

I planted the Mexican feather Grasses first, directly into the granite path. If anyone can make it in the granite, the heat, and the lack of nutrients, it is them.

I scraped away the mulch and amended the soil with granite and bagfuls of sharp cactus soil (almost to the top of the brickwork). I then went out to a number of nurseries and bought two of everything relevant.

I was a micro – Noah, although my Ark was less of an arc and more of a circle.


Here is the bed newly planted, I brought in the Lava rocks from around my fish pond – you couldn’t really see them there due to the heavy foliage. They were much better suited to my miniature moonscape. I planted quite densely as I wanted the bed to resemble a miniature Jurassic Park when matured. I top dressed the bed with pea-gravel and areas of decomposed granite to tie in with the pathway.

These small plants hate clay soil and wood mulches; the crowns would rot, especially in winter. To succeed you must create something of a moonscape for them. The beauty of these otherworldly gardens is the tiny scale of them, they are a lot of fun when you “get in there” with the macro lens at full blast.

“Honey I shrunk the kids!”


“I like the view from here George, what do you think?”               “This is no time to rest, we must keep moving”

“My legs are hurting George”.

“George someone is coming!”

“Mildred, just stay low and still, the mighty gloved                         “This is it George, home sweet home”
hand will pass right over us, I promise.”                                                       “lets have a rock warming”

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Here is the bed today – starting to fill in.
The more you observe this rocky world the more obscure and captivating is the flora. The scene resembles a coral reef as much as a rock garden.  I am planning a much larger scale of this bed in my front yard – I may even include some dwarf conifers and the rocks are going to be large boulders.


Other show-offs right now:

Cone flowers with Rosemary and Sage.

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A newly planted Canna, the container picks up on                          Tropical Lilly
the color of the foliage. A good layer of bark chips
(also in the same hue) helps to regulate
temperature and moisture.



Figs!

Stay Tuned for:

“My Agave is knocking on Deaths Door”

 

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Growing up on a large dilapidated private estate in Scotland (Sprinkell) was somewhat isolating but definitely a magical experience. The forests had ‘dark’ areas in them, we all new them as kids, we gave them names and skirted around them if it was starting to get dark on the walk home. Perhaps these areas had negative energy, or maybe it was purely an aesthetic fear, I am not sure.

The Estate was at one time immaculately tended as well as immense. You could tell this from the nature of the mass plantings and long since covered landscaping and old rope bridges that traversed the river. The now defunct waterfalls, bamboo groves, and vine smothered summer houses were adopted as our playscape in the heart of the forest. My parents rented a cottage on the land while we renovated our future home (a 16th century cottage). We lived in the forest for 5 years in a house aptly called “Outerlands”- (I could write an entire book on the strange happenings in that house!)

The melancholic nature and atmosphere of the estate has stayed with me, the ominous presence of the dark areas is something you really have to ‘acclimatize’ to psychologically or else blind panic kicks in, which of course as kids we took great delight in.

The Mansion on the estate was built in 1734 and enlarged in 1818 by the Maxwell family, proprietors of the Barony of Kirkconnel and Springkell since 1609. In the ruined churchyard of Kirkconnel on the banks of the Kirtle in Springkell estate is the grave of Fair Helen Irving of Kirkconnel Lea of Robert Burns’ poem. (G.R. 250754):

O, that I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
O, that I were where Helen lies
In fair Kirkconnel lees.

O Helen fair! beyond compare,
A ringlet of thy flowing hair,
I’ll wear it still for evermair
Until the day I die.

Curs’d be the hand that shot the shot,
And curs’d the gun that gave the crack,
Into my arms bird Helen lap,
And died for sake o’ me.

O think na ye but my heart was sair,
My love fell down and spake nae mair,
There did she swoon wi’ meikle care
On fair Kirkconnel lee.

I lighted down, my sword did draw,
I cutted him in pieces sma’;
I cutted him in pieces sma;
On fair Kirkconnel lee.

O Helen chaste, thou wert modest
If I were with thee I were blest,
Where thou lies low, and takes they rest
On fair Kirkconnel lee.

I wish my grave was growing green,
A winding sheet put o’er my een,
And I in Helen’s arms lying
In fair Kirkconnel lee!

I wish I were where Helen lies!
Night and day on me she cries;
O, that I were where Helen lies
On fair Kirkconnel lee.

I spent many hours around here, the picture doesn’t do it justice!


The Graveyard on the Estate.

Sprinkell Mansion.

I relay this story to you because I wanted to re-create this sense of the unknown and natural unease in my now much smaller Texas urban landscape, but how to achieve it?. . . hmmm . . . . well, you cannot beat a dark spooky tunnel, can you? 

I built one and who moved in?

                                             The entrance to the tunnel is well guarded!

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Here is a view of the back entrance, away from the house – the structure is about 12 feet tall – the vines include Wisteria, Trumpet Vine and Confederate Jasmine.

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View from the front (tunnel entrance on left)

Tearing the tunnel down was a difficult decision I made at the end of last year – it dawned on me what I had done. I had moved the shed because it blocked a more long distance view of the garden and replaced it with a living structure – Duh!

The tunnel was visually shrinking the yard – oh, and I forgot to add, it was nasty to walk down it, cobwebs, unearthly things falling down your neck etc, my cat at the time used it as her personal bidet!  Nope – you don’t wanna walk down there!

The structure was also creating too much shade – it was time to go. I also dug out the two plumosa ferns climbing the Bamboo poles. I did feel quite pleased that I had attained the ‘spooky’ nature I was looking for and I liked it for a while.

 I looked around for my Sledge Hammer…here we go again.


Stay Tuned for:

“There is a Monkey in my Giant Timber”


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