Congrats to Laurie G! I used a random number generator and you were selected to win Loree’s book. Please email me at heather [at] justagirlwithahammer.com with your address and I’ll get it shipped to you.
-
Book giveaway! Fearless Gardening by Loree Bohl
I started blogging and gardening in 2009, during the heyday of longform content. I quickly found Loree’s blog Danger Garden. She introduced me to so many plants I didn’t know and that I didn’t know could grow in our zone. She also reframed a lot of plants that I had grown up with in California, which I thought I disliked. Her blog had a huge effect on my emerging gardening style and opened my eyes to so many new ideas.
In 2012 a reader wrote me and offered to swap some plants. She had a number of agaves and a toddler, a bad combination. Would I want to trade them for something in my garden?
Agaves in their original location I had never grown agaves before but Loree gave me permission to try them out in my garden. And I mean that literally: I emailed Loree and asked if she knew what kind of agaves they were and should I put them in the ground? She told me she didn’t know but that I should plant them anyway and then she walked me through how to prep my soil. Nine years later they are the anchors of my front garden.
If you haven’t yet purchased your copy of Fearless Gardening: Be Bold, Break the Rules, Grow What You Love, I am here to tell you that it’s great. It’s that magical unicorn of a book: equal parts inspiring and practical.
In a time when our gardens are more important than ever, she gives you permission to break the rules and grow what you want. And then she gives you great tips for how to work with any limitations you might have.
I should mention that I am a librarian and, after working in an academic library for years, I stopped buying books. I made an exception to my usual rule of “just borrow it from the public library,” and I’m really glad I did. I know I’m going to return to it whenever I need a creative shot in the arm.
I am giving away a copy of Loree’s book. Just leave a comment to be entered in the giveaway. If you’re having issues with commenting shoot me an email.
-
Diary of a wimpy gardener
I’ve just returned from another successful Garden Bloggers’ Fling, this time in Denver, CO. I had so much fun (or possibly lost so much blood to mosquitoes) that I’m still trying to recover. One of my favorite things about the Fling is that I get to explore another gardening environment and it always makes me realize that I garden exactly where I should.
Because guys, I am a wimp.
I’d never been to Colorado and I was unprepared for how much tougher it is, being at a higher elevation and in such a dry environment. I felt perpetually thirsty, tired, and unmoisturized. They only average 17 inches of precipitation per year! It often snows in MAY. The bees are absolutely enormous and their mosquitoes are blood-thirsty. YOU CAN’T BUY WINE IN A GROCERY STORE, WHAT THE FUCK COLORADO, YOUR PEOPLE ALREADY ENDURE SO MUCH.
But in that pioneer spirit, they make do. They manage to create stunning gardens even though they have a much shorter growing season than most of the country. They create fascinating topography using rock, which I suspect looks great even covered in snow.
They create beautiful vignettes in pots.
They create visual interest using unusual materials.
They seemingly spend entire paychecks on annuals.
Their porches go up to 11.
They hunt down liquor stores for a measly bottle of chardonnay, apparently. People drink wine IN CHURCH, Colorado. This feels punitive.
They plant poppies galore.
And penstemon, so many penstemon!
And the most beautiful flax I’ve ever seen.
Bonus Jean color echo! They embrace color amongst the evergreens and really squeeze every opportunity out of their growing season.
The gardeners in Colorado are exceedingly warm and generous, allowing us not only into their gardens but also their homes. Many of them provided snacks and let us use their bathrooms.
I really enjoyed myself, in spite of my Pacific Northwesterner wimpery (and I’m an especially tender example). Huge thanks are owed to the organizers, who did such a fantastic job. I left inspired to up my container game and to appreciate that I can buy wine at Safeway, the way god intended.
Coloradans are creative, friendly, and far tougher than me. They make spectacular gardens.
-
Just a girl with a nail gun
This spring I actually experienced spring fever for the first time in many years. I felt itchy to get in the garden and I purchased prolific amounts of plants via mail order and local nurseries. Our dog and her friends ran roughshod over the garden and I didn’t even care because the seal was broken and I! was! buying! everything!
I grew sweet peas (‘April in Paris’) for the first time and, holy shit, people, those smell as good as everyone says they do. I got my new plant babies in the ground in a timely fashion! I kept thinking, “This is my year. I’m going to stay on top of weeds and for once I won’t be embarrassed to have people over.”Then I had to travel to California a bunch of times and then the weather turned hot and my brain and body lost all of their go-go. Oxalis covered everything and Greg would helpfully ask, “Do you think you should do something about that?” and I would glare at him and return to melting in front of the garden mister.
This was not my year. I didn’t stay up on weeding. That said, I did achieve a couple of things. I replaced the rotting fence between us and our newest neighbors. They are delightful but they smoke constantly and they have a clear view of our yard from the raised deck off the back of their house. So we asked if we could replace the fence and foot the bill. I disassembled the old fence and built the new one in three hours one Sunday morning while Greg was gone because NAIL GUNS ARE AWESOME.
Before 
After
Weirdos from Craigslist took the old boards for reuse and I drank two cocktails at a tiki bar and took an epic four hour nap. The fence is now seven feet tall, which should also help block the view of our backyard from the three-story condos that were recently built at the end of our block.I also reorganized our garage, which looked like the touchdown site of a tornado. Our garage is long and skinny and full of junk. It looks like the inside of my purse but dirtier and with more things that draw blood. The previous owner, a paranoid mess who wrapped every heat register in the house in tin foil (so the government can’t listen in on you), installed a useless shelf with a gigantic mirror tilted back.
See, I don’t need safety measures like mirrors to know if someone is sneaking up on me because I left 900 nursery pots at the entrance of the garage. There’s a pile of styrofoam you can fall on, too.
We finally took the mirror down, demoed the shelf, and removed a weird cabinet in the corner that we used to store spiders.We moved our metal shelves to the back and I built a potting table, modified from this video I found on YouTube. Men have largely convinced women that we’ll kill ourselves if we use power tools but it turns out building stuff isn’t that hard and its super fun.
Then I added hanging storage to the walls and now sometimes I just stand in my garage and coo in this general direction. As my mother always says, “Simple minds = simple pleasures.”
Next up we’re having the yellow bamboo that came with the house removed. It has been terribly behaved, sending rhizomes through the root balls of neighboring plants, at a shocking speed. It leaves culm litter everywhere and it sucks. WHY IS THIS THE BAMBOO HOME DEPOT SELLS EVERYONE? In its place I’m planting Chusqea culeou, which is a true clumper that shouldn’t be quite so messy.
Next year is going to be my year, I can just feel it. I’m going to stay on top of weeds and for once I won’t be embarrassed to have people over. And I will buy a lot of plants, that I know is true.
-
Happy accidents when you don’t know what you’re doing
Lately I’ve been appreciating a bit of seredipity in the entrance to the backyard. Back in 2011 I posted about how I wanted the entrance to the back garden to envelop you, so you’d get a slow reveal to the rest of the yard.
After a couple of unsuccessful plantings (mock orange, flowering currant, some other stuff) I planted a Ceanothus thyrsiflorus in 2012 and it grew quickly.
My neighbors had a gorgeous ceanothus that spilled into our side yard and it had been trained as a tree:
When the next door house was flipped and sold they removed this ceanothus and I lost all the shade in my side yard. I’d never really seen another Ceanothus because I was new to gardening so I didn’t realize most people let them grow as shrubs. I limbed up mine too and now it provides a nice canopy along the pathway. Most visitors don’t recognize what it is because, you know, it should be a shrub. Or maybe the straight species is always a tree but everyone grows more exciting cultivars like ‘Dark Star‘.
Tree sized in six years! I don’t always love this ceanothus because its bloom time is short and the flowers aren’t as intensely colored as some of the named cultivars. It’s also messy once the blooms die. The good news is they don’t live very long so I’ll probably be shopping for a new tree/shrub in the next ten years.
Please also admire the color echo between the hosta and the hose junking up the photo. Based on every photo I have ever taken it looks like I live in a hose-testing facility.
And since we’re looking at that old post, let’s do a before and after!
Before 
After Looking back at the entrance, you can see that my wine barrel has since been planted with bamboo, the rain garden was installed, and everything grew like crazy. That old bit of fence on the left was removed as well.
Before 
After Standing in the middle of the yard and looking at the back of the house you can see that we were, in 2011, considering building a huge deck off the back of the house. It’s not all happy accidents when you don’t know what you’re doing! What the fuck were we thinking?
Before 
After Another gigantic whatthefuck was forming here with that goofy shaped bed (hinted at here with stones on the lawn). Circles and squares, damn it! None of this freestyle nonsense!
Before 
After So the moral of the story is that you can limb up your ceanothus but you shouldn’t hire Greg or I to design decks or raised beds for you. We suck at it. -
Happy accidents when you don’t know what you’re doing
Lately I’ve been appreciating a bit of seredipity in the entrance to the backyard. Back in 2011 I posted about how I wanted the entrance to the back garden to envelop you, so you’d get a slow reveal to the rest of the yard.After a couple of unsuccessful plantings (mock orange, flowering currant, some other stuff) I planted a Ceanothus thyrsiflorus in 2012 and it grew quickly.
My neighbors had a gorgeous ceanothus that spilled into our side yard and it had been trained as a tree:
When the next door house was flipped and sold they removed this ceanothus and I lost all the shade in my side yard. I’d never really seen another Ceanothus because I was new to gardening so I didn’t realize most people let them grow as shrubs. I limbed up mine too and now it provides a nice canopy along the pathway. Most visitors don’t recognize what it is because, you know, it should be a shrub. Or maybe the straight species is always a tree but everyone grows more exciting cultivars like ‘Dark Star‘.
Tree sized in six years! I don’t always love this ceanothus because its bloom time is short and the flowers aren’t as intensely colored as some of the named cultivars. It’s also messy once the blooms die. The good news is they don’t live very long so I’ll probably be shopping for a new tree/shrub in the next ten years.
Please also admire the color echo between the hosta and the hose junking up the photo. Based on every photo I have ever taken it looks like I live in a hose-testing facility.
And since we’re looking at that old post, let’s do a before and after!
Before 
After Looking back at the entrance, you can see that my wine barrel has since been planted with bamboo, the rain garden was installed, and everything grew like crazy. That old bit of fence on the left was removed as well.
Before 
After Standing in the middle of the yard and looking at the back of the house you can see that we were, in 2011, considering building a huge deck off the back of the house. It’s not all happy accidents when you don’t know what you’re doing! What the fuck were we thinking?
Before 
After Another gigantic whatthefuck was forming here with that goofy shaped bed (hinted at here with stones on the lawn). Circles and squares, damn it! None of this freestyle nonsense!
Before 
After So the moral of the story is that you can limb up your ceanothus but you shouldn’t hire Greg or I to design decks or raised beds for you. We suck at it. -
Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day May 2018
So when I recently attended the Garden Bloggers Fling I got to meet Carol, the godmother of Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day. She has a cute illustration of a Victorian woman pushing a lawn mower on her website and, because I am a dolt, my brain filed this away literally. I pictured her as an older woman with flowing gray hair. She wears pantaloons and she carries a wicker basket to collect flowers.
In reality, Carol is a modern woman who wears pants and rocks a blond pixie cut. I tell you this in case you were similarly confused.
And you know what? I just looked at that photo again and it’s not a Victorian woman. It’s like an English woman, maybe turn of the century? It’s a wonder I’m gainfully employed.
Anyway, it’s so bloomy right now! This could take a while.
Phacelia viscida 
Lonicera brownii ‘Dropmore Scarlet’ 
Echium wildpretii 
Stipa gigantea 
Oxalis oregana 
Calamagrostis foliosa 
Festuca amethystina ‘Superba’ 
Allium schubertii 
Syringa patula ‘Miss Kim’ 
Allium ‘Purple Sensation’ 
Salvia nemerosa ‘Caradonna’ 
Stipa gigantea ‘Little Giant’ 
Camassia leichtlinii semiplena 
Lewisia cotyledon 
Lewisia cotyledon ‘White Splendor’ 
Rhazya orientalis 
Parahebe perfoliata 
Dierama pulcherrimum 
Phlomis russeliana 
Amsonia hubrichtii 
Geranium macrorrhizum 
Arctostaphylos ‘John Dourley’ 
Spiraea betulifolia var. lucida 
Fuchsia speciosa 
Podophyllum pleianthum 
Salvia ‘Skyscraper’ 
Ceanothus thyrsiflorus 
Cuphea x ‘Strybing Sunset’ 
Cerinthe purpurascens 
Bletilla striata Whew, we made it! Thanks again to our host, Carol, who is neither a Victorian, nor a Dowager Countess, who maintains her idyllic manor with a push mower and a snarky aside.
-
Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day May 2018
So when I recently attended the Garden Bloggers Fling I got to meet Carol, the godmother of Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day. She has a cute illustration of a Victorian woman pushing a lawn mower on her website and, because I am a dolt, my brain filed this away literally. I pictured her as an older woman with flowing gray hair. She wears pantaloons and she carries a wicker basket to collect flowers.
In reality, Carol is a modern woman who wears pants and rocks a blond pixie cut. I tell you this in case you were similarly confused.
And you know what? I just looked at that photo again and it’s not a Victorian woman. It’s like an English woman, maybe turn of the century? It’s a wonder I’m gainfully employed.
Anyway, it’s so bloomy right now! This could take a while.
Phacelia viscida 
Lonicera brownii ‘Dropmore Scarlet’ 
Echium wildpretii 
Stipa gigantea 
Oxalis oregana 
Calamagrostis foliosa 
Festuca amethystina ‘Superba’ 
Allium schubertii 
Syringa patula ‘Miss Kim’ 
Allium ‘Purple Sensation’ 
Salvia nemerosa ‘Caradonna’ 
Stipa gigantea ‘Little Giant’ 
Camassia leichtlinii semiplena 
Lewisia cotyledon 
Lewisia cotyledon ‘White Splendor’ Rhazya orientalis Parahebe perfoliata Dierama pulcherrimum Phlomis russeliana Amsonia hubrichtii Geranium macrorrhizum Arctostaphylos ‘John Dourley’ Spiraea betulifolia var. lucida Fuchsia speciosa Podophyllum pleianthum Salvia ‘Skyscraper’ Ceanothus thyrsiflorus Cuphea x ‘Strybing Sunset’ Cerinthe purpurascens Bletilla striata Whew, we made it! Thanks again to our host, Carol, who is neither a Victorian, nor a Dowager Countess, who maintains her idyllic manor with a push mower and a snarky aside.
-
Bugs, booze, and brisket
I recently returned from the Austin Garden Bloggers’ Fling, which was so fun I feel like I could sleep for a week. I ate my weight in brisket, I got bitten by both chiggers and fire ants, and I drank gallons of margaritas. I even saw the Alamo, so I’m feeling pretty complete.
Just another perfect, humongous Agave ovatafolia 
In the garden of Pam Penick A lot of times touring other gardens can make me feel pretty down on my own but this trip felt like a good, inspiring shot in the arm. Austin gardens have something for everyone, from super modern corten steel to quirky nichos.
Veg plots at the Mirador garden 
Nicho in the garden of Lucinda Hutson Austin has so many more trees than I expected, even in areas of new construction. I suspect the need for shade is so great that they work around existing trees instead of leveling everything like they do in Portland. As we’re both trying to keep our cities weird, it was hard not to compare the two.
Construction in my Portland neighborhood. They removed six old redwoods to build these. When they say “everything is bigger in Texas” they are referring to their agaves, their margaritas, and their highway on-ramps, which are terrifyingly tall. Every time we drove over one, seemingly 1000 feet in the air, I felt like a country bumpkin. They must have gotten a huge amount of infrastructure money because all of the freeways and highways are seemingly under construction, all at once.
I found myself in love all over again with salvias of the greggii and microphylla variety. Gardeners tuck them in everywhere all over Austin and they seem to look great, no matter the color.
I also fell in love with Aspidistra elatior, which falls under the “useful but unexciting plant that comes with your yard when you buy a house in Austin” category. I have plenty of friends that grow this plant but it took me flying to Texas to notice it. I’ve said it before: everything is more magical when you go through life not really paying attention. Surprises are everywhere!
I was also impressed by the lack of litter in Texas. That “Don’t Mess with Texas” slogan is working. Washington employs “Litter and It Will Hurt” which is somehow more menacing and yet less effective. Oregon doesn’t have a slogan (that I know of), it just sits and passively sighs and glares while you litter, wishing you wouldn’t. It would say something but we’re polite and we don’t do that sort of thing.
Now that I have a dog I am even more aware of how filthy Portland’s close-in neighborhoods are. Going on walks is such an adventure now. What will I pull out of Bee’s mouth this time? A Q-tip? A cigarette butt? A rotting pineapple? ALL OF THESE THINGS HAVE HAPPENED.
I eat anything I got to see gardens that I’ve loved online for years, including Jenny Stocker’s (of Rockrose fame), which was so genuinely thrilling I considered taking a xanax that morning so I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Her garden was a revelation for me when I started gardening and it was even better in person.
I also got to see Pam Penick’s garden, which was so fucking delightful and beautiful I want to live in her pump house.
Pam can create vignettes like no one else. Mostly I realized how much I like gardens that really go for it. I spend a lot of mental bandwidth worrying that people are judging my garden choices behind my back. I police my style because I don’t want to make mistakes. I’m not a designer and I don’t make a living in the horticulture industry. I’m a librarian, for Pete’s sake, I’m expected to be boring and unstylish. If someone doesn’t like my mismatched pots they can drink a Mexican martini in the garden of someone more talented.
Because I experienced my first Mexican martini and I am HERE FOR IT.
(It’s just a double margarita with an olive, served in a martini glass and a shaker on the side “because it’s classy.”) Life is short, why not make your margarita twice the size and embrace your inner mermaid? More is more.
-
Bugs, booze, and brisket
I recently returned from the Austin Garden Bloggers’ Fling, which was so fun I feel like I could sleep for a week. I ate my weight in brisket, I got bitten by both chiggers and fire ants, and I drank gallons of margaritas. I even saw the Alamo, so I’m feeling pretty complete.
Just another perfect, humongous Agave ovatafolia 
In the garden of Pam Penick A lot of times touring other gardens can make me feel pretty down on my own but this trip felt like a good, inspiring shot in the arm. Austin gardens have something for everyone, from super modern corten steel to quirky nichos.
Veg plots at the Mirador garden 
Nicho in the garden of Lucinda Hutson Austin has so many more trees than I expected, even in areas of new construction. I suspect the need for shade is so great that they work around existing trees instead of leveling everything like they do in Portland. As we’re both trying to keep our cities weird, it was hard not to compare the two.
Construction in my Portland neighborhood. They removed six old redwoods to build these. When they say “everything is bigger in Texas” they are referring to their agaves, their margaritas, and their highway on-ramps, which are terrifyingly tall. Every time we drove over one, seemingly 1000 feet in the air, I felt like a country bumpkin. They must have gotten a huge amount of infrastructure money because all of the freeways and highways are seemingly under construction, all at once.
I found myself in love all over again with salvias of the greggii and microphylla variety. Gardeners tuck them in everywhere all over Austin and they seem to look great, no matter the color.
I also fell in love with Aspidistra elatior, which falls under the “useful but unexciting plant that comes with your yard when you buy a house in Austin” category. I have plenty of friends that grow this plant but it took me flying to Texas to notice it. I’ve said it before: everything is more magical when you go through life not really paying attention. Surprises are everywhere!
I was also impressed by the lack of litter in Texas. That “Don’t Mess with Texas” slogan is working. Washington employs “Litter and It Will Hurt” which is somehow more menacing and yet less effective. Oregon doesn’t have a slogan (that I know of), it just sits and passively sighs and glares while you litter, wishing you wouldn’t. It would say something but we’re polite and we don’t do that sort of thing.
Now that I have a dog I am even more aware of how filthy Portland’s close-in neighborhoods are. Going on walks is such an adventure now. What will I pull out of Bee’s mouth this time? A Q-tip? A cigarette butt? A rotting pineapple? ALL OF THESE THINGS HAVE HAPPENED.
I eat anything I got to see gardens that I’ve loved online for years, including Jenny Stocker’s (of Rockrose fame), which was so genuinely thrilling I considered taking a xanax that morning so I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Her garden was a revelation for me when I started gardening and it was even better in person.
I also got to see Pam Penick’s garden, which was so fucking delightful and beautiful I want to live in her pump house.
Pam can create vignettes like no one else. Mostly I realized how much I like gardens that really go for it. I spend a lot of mental bandwidth worrying that people are judging my garden choices behind my back. I police my style because I don’t want to make mistakes. I’m not a designer and I don’t make a living in the horticulture industry. I’m a librarian, for Pete’s sake, I’m expected to be boring and unstylish. If someone doesn’t like my mismatched pots they can drink a Mexican martini in the garden of someone more talented.
Because I experienced my first Mexican martini and I am HERE FOR IT.
(It’s just a double margarita with an olive, served in a martini glass and a shaker on the side “because it’s classy.”) Life is short, why not make your margarita twice the size and embrace your inner mermaid? More is more.
