When crocuses and daffodils start to fade, primroses take the baton and continue running, coloring our garden. I’ve been planting different colors of primrose in our garden for the last few years and continue to look for new colors every year. There are many types of primrose but not many are hardy enough for our USDA zone so my choice is a little limited.
What I like about primrose is that they are pretty and low maintenance. Once I put one in the garden they tend to thrive being fed only once a year, in spring, and with a little mulching. The only potentially deadly problem for primrose, at least in our garden, are the slugs. Since they are low to the ground and tend to like moist soil, it’s easy to reach for the slugs. They can make a clump of primrose disappear in a few days.
The orange and purple striped ones were devoured by the slugs. The green one is still budding, not yet open and we’re hoping the slugs miss it too. For a couple of weeks or so, we have a very welcome primrose color all over our garden.
A snow storm hit us again today, starting about 5:00 AM. It was very peaceful because no one was out, the town plows didn’t bother to come around early and not a snow blower in sight. It was the type with big fluffy flakes falling down early on then became very light rain before stopping in late afternoon. It dumped close to a foot of snow today, adding to the foot still here from the previous Wednesday. We now have a three foot snow bank along our driveway and higher mounds here and there. And, there’s more to come tonight. The weather forecast is predicting the second round of this Nor-Easter tonight may add another 8″ to 10″ more.
As soon as the snow stopped the neighborhood came out in force cleaning their driveways and getting them ready for the next onslaught tonight. We had to rake some of the snow off our roof as it is thick and heavy and makes it difficult to open the sliding door. During all these chores, we were accompanied by plenty of birds doing their best to pack as much food in as they could to brace for the storm. The Chickadees and Carolina Wrens didn’t even care that we were raking the roof; they just flew in and out picking on seeds at the feeders by the patio.
Our beehives have only a couple of inches left before the snow reaches the landing board and the bottom entrance. We were lucky that we decided to put the hives on 3 foot risers off the ground, otherwise half of the hives would have been buried under the snow by now. I know the bees would be fine if that had happened because they still have the upper entrance that keeps air flowing. They will be able to come out through the snow for their cleansing flights anyway, even if snow covered both entrances. The hot air they create in the hive melts little holes in the snow where the entrances are.
Only a couple of inches left before the snow reaches the landing board. Both lower and upper entrances are covered with snow. When I inspected them after the last snow fall, they had small tunnels behind the snow that opened up to the left and right of these little mounds. Once I saw them I left the snow alone so it can block the cold and wind from getting in the hives.
A few more weeks to go before spring reaches us, but more snow to be expected. On the bright side, we need all the extra water. And, if the bees pull through this harsher than usual winter, we will have a very strong generation of honey bees for our garden. Bees that can weather temperatures below 0ºF in a very erratic winter.
No matter what holiday you are celebrating or none at all, I wish you good health and happiness. And wealth? I would like to quote Henry David Thoreau on that one “…a man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.” (Walden)
My first rule of thumb for working in the garden is learning to identify what is poisonous. Luckily, most snakes in this temperate climate are non-poisonous. I already know spiders and centipedes can cause pain. However when it comes to plants and fungi in this climate, I still need to learn more about them.
I learned to identify poison ivy (Toxicodendron radicans) early on, the three shiny leaves. I can even pick out the seedlings that are slightly different since the leaves are more serrated and I have been pulling them out ever since. It’s a lot easier to get rid of poison Ivy when the plants are small than when they are creeping up a tree. All parts of this weed are toxic, even in winter. I have been very careful handling them and have gotten away with it for many years.
This summer was different. With gloves and two layers of plastic bags over that, I still got it on my arm. It was pretty itchy and blistered for a few days. I wrapped the area up to prevent myself from touching other parts of my body by mistake. But that was a mistake. The blister stayed puffed up without drying out so it took longer for the poison to dissipate. Once I broke the blisters and let them dry out during the day, it was gone in a few days.
However common Poison Ivy is in this area, many people still don’t really know what it looks like. My colleagues asked me to take photographs to show them, so I decided to post this one. I hope it helps those who still don’t know what it looks like and how to deal with it if you are accidentally afflicted.
Once doesn’t make me an expert, but a little personal experience may help those who never had it and got it by mistake, hence the following tips:
Use protection, plastic bags or a couple layers of latex gloves are the best. Don’t use gloves that aren’t waterproof; oil from the leaves can get though as well.
Throw the gloves out when you’re finished. Make sure not to touch your skin when you remove them. This was my case, just a little touch when I was trying to remove a glove.
Don’t scratch the itchy area because that will spread it.
Don’t cover it up 24 hours a day. That was another dumb thing I did. Covering it at night should be enough to prevent you from scratching it or touching other parts of your body while you’re sleeping. Covering it all the time doesn’t let the toxin leach out, so it takes longer to heal as a result.
Don’t pat dry the effected area with the towel that you dry your body with, or you’ll spread it all over yourself. Use a different towel or, better yet, paper towels.
Calamine lotion seems to work better than anything else on the pharmacy shelves I found.
And my head bows to those who are fortunate enough to not be allergic. Here are some photos to help in identification for those of us who still have to deal with the itch.
Tonight, August 31, 2012, is a Blue moon night. No, the moon is not in blue color but it is a second full moon in a calendar month. The first full moon in August was on the 2nd. Usually, there is only one full moon per month. The next time this event will happen is in 2015.
It was nothing particular about the look of the moon tonight. I actually liked the fairy ring around the moon better. It’s much more fascinating to me than just the second full moon of the month, but we enjoyed tonight anyway. We decided to enjoy our Merlot in the garden, under the moonlight, with an orchestra of katydids, crickets and frogs. The fragrance of Almond verbena and jasmine helped to create a soothing mood. What’s missing were the Moonflowers whose buds are as yet too small to flower. It would have been a perfect setting if the Moonflowers had unfurled and the Luna moths come around for the nectar. Here is our Blue moon, a little grainy, as shot from our pool deck.
This blog has nothing to do with either growing or using jasmine, but I want to share a wonderful experience I had today.
I have a long train commute between work and home, but I don’t find it a waste of time for the hour and fifteen minutes I spend traveling in each direction. I can always find something to do whether reading, working on a project, sleeping when I feel really tired, or writing this blog for that matter.
This morning, as soon as I got a seat, I started to make a garland from the jasmine I had picked before leaving. I use it to make an offering for the Ganesh statue at work, out of respect. After a few minutes, the guy sitting across the aisle leaned over and asked whether the jasmine was real. I offered him some, but he really just wanted to stick his nose in the bag and take a deep sniff. “This is very soothing.” he said. Aside from that, just “Thank you.” I continued stringing the garland for a few more stops before reading my newspaper. Shortly after that another passenger sat down next to me.
When the train got to our final destination I got up and took the bag of herbs I had cut for my colleagues. She, the passenger next to me, commented on how great the basil smelled. We had a short discussion about basil on the way up the platform and she accepted some jasmine. She was delighted and kept sniffing the jasmine in her palm.
Both incidents are common to me every time I carry jasmine with me, but what happened next really made my day.
I got on the subway heading for my office. An elderly couple got on the next stop and sat across from me. They were probably in theirs seventies. They were holding hands, chatting and leaning against each other. What drew my attention was the affection they showed for each other. It was so pronounced, so radiant. I couldn’t help but smile and kept observing them, just short of staring perhaps. I offered them some jasmine before I got off the subway. The gentleman accepted them while still holding her hand. Both smelled them and looked up at me with a big, genuine smiles.
“Thank you very much. You made our day.” He said.
“No, Sir, you made my day. You’re such a lovely couple. Enjoy them and have a wonderful day.” I walked off the train.
Yes, something about an older couple displaying love and affection that makes me melt. I still remember that my father cried his heart out when my mother passed away a few years ago. He was over eighty years old then and he still misses her and talks about her.
What did I do on my last day off? I spent three quarters of my day creating a vegetable plot for my neighbor, Natalie. I hadn’t planned to, I was actually trying to set up a platform for my bee hive when I saw my 79 year old neighbor in her driveway. I walked across the lawn to say hi and chat a bit. We talked the usual talk…her health, her family, my family and gardening. When the subject came to gardening I could sense her disappointment. The gentleman who worked her garden last year kept postponing his arrival and it had been over a month now. She couldn’t do much bending herself to weed, let alone tilling . I saw she had a lot of seedlings waiting, but couldn’t plant them all herself. It would be more than her back could take.
Our garden is pretty much done at this point. We have arugula, Pak choi, garlic, green onions, swiss chard, peas and a few more veggies growing while my friend Natalie’s remained a weed haven. I’m just waiting for the weather to get warmer so I can put more heat loving vegetables in my plot and then bring the tropical plants up from our basement winter training camp.
I hated to see her disappointment so I offered to start her vegetable garden on the spot. I started weeding, tilling, made a walkway down the middle laid out with hay for her convenience and put some chicken manure in the plot as fertilizer. We both worked at this together and had fun.
What do I get out of this? A lot of satisfaction just to see her look at it and smile. Her vegetable plot is ready for her to plant in a couple of days when the chicken contribution dissolves in the soil. Just to see that smile on her face and and the eagerness in her voice…of where she’ll put this or that vegetable, what she is going to do with the strawberries….and so on, makes it all worth it.
Most of all, just to see someone happy and to see the soil become fertile and productive again.