Okay VERY local.
The envelope please…
Yes it’s the Leopard Lily, ladies and gentlemen, Lilium pardalinum.
It receives this year’s award for Most Exotic Plant that Survives Without Fuss in the Wild Garden Area. It is dressed today very much like a small tiger lily but with some deeper designer color accents, and stands tall and lithesome and mingles well, leaning a little on others for emotional support (we all need that).
In my gardens this plant likes morning sun and damp feet. (I’ve read that it’s easy to grow, but I prefer to think it is a testimony to my unfathomable garden expertise, or it might be simply something called the “chaos factor” which seems like it would describe so much of life really.)
And now, the Big Frothy Award goes to… Goatsbeard! (Aruncus dioicus!)
This perennial is a lot like a snowy astilbe that ate the pill meant for making Alice bigger, and it stands as tall as your average short gardener (I wanted to get specific here). It’s adorned with glorious plumage that glows like a solar light. (Don’t worry we won’t talk about those any more.)
Goatsbeard likes to hang out in shade where it looks debonair, sometimes lounging against trees or fences, being cool.
And now, for those of you who are interested in the personal lives of our award winners, here is a paparazzi shot (I had to pay big money for this) of the Leopard Lily clearly socializing recently with the Goatsbeard at a local club…
Leopard Lily caught with Goatsbeard at Club Chlorophyll on Saturday morning.
In the Big Amazing Shrub category, the award goes to… Oceanspray! (Holodiscus discolor!)
As a prologue to a discussion of Oceanspray I will tell you that for years I have told Mr. O, again and again, that we really need to install an ocean at the bottom of the pasture. And a small beach.
Then I would be able to hear the waves from the bedroom window, and Max could dig in the sand, which is a big interest of his. And sometimes there would be fog, and shells, and violent but romantic storms…
But no, the pasture remains in apples with blackberries down at the bottom.
I do love blackberries. In fact, I pick them every summer and freeze a puree version and then we make the most awesome blackberry ice cream known to Earth. (I may start doing a recipe day, stay tuned.) But I could sure use an ocean.
So I like Oceanspray, just as a word.
Then one day my friend John the Artist brought me a bouquet from his garden, with Oceanspray flowers in it, and I was sold. (The particular bouquet shown above was cut from my garden this morning. Max loves it when we go out early and wander around snipping things and finding just which plants the deer ate up in the night.)
That’s it for today’s awards– The party afterwards is at Aimee’s house, where we will be eating something made with fresh vegetables and lots of eggs. See you there!
(And no I don’t have any news of Tillie except that she is in Italy visiting Alberto and drinking margaritas out of the cow’s dishes and I am just hoping that there will be no international incidents before she gets home…)