|A barrow full of boxwoods, removed from their summer home in containers,|
retire to their winter home in the potager
In trying to manage what, in our case, has become a rather extreme case of pot-o-philia we have had to learn to be resourceful in our use of garden space. One of the areas of the garden that does double duty for us is the potager. During the height of summer it, of course, serves its main function of housing most of the food that we grow. But, right now, all but a few of the raised beds in the potager are sitting vacant. If we haven't harvested pretty much what we need from them by now, well... it's getting a little late. The only beds that are still reserved for produce are a few in which we will plant next season's crop of garlic (one of my last official poatger chores for the year, and one I usually do with cold, half-numb fingers, by the way).
So, we use quite a few of those vacant raised veggie beds, with all that rich, loose, easy-to-dig-in soil, to heel in many of the perennial plants that we've removed from their containers but plan to use again next year. We have had great success with this method and, with a little covering of salt-marsh hay to help, everything usually survives these harsh New Hampshire winters very nicely. To our surprise, we have been especially successful with wintering over many of the Japanese Maples that we display around the garden in containers. Some have been popped in and out of pots and their winter home in the potager for many years now. We dig them up in the Spring, before they leaf out and then, to keep them at a manageable size, do a little bonsai root trimming on them before we repot them in new soil and potting mix. A nice use of vacant garden real estate!
|No more vacancy here. Boxwoods, a few grasses, a couple of thujas, some hydrangeas, and |
a clematis all tucked in for a winters sleep waiting to be potted up again early next spring.
So THAT'S how you get those buxom, beautiful Japanese maples. Very sneaky. And what did you say about frozen fingers? I've been feeling guilty this year because I've been planting bulbs and yet can still feel all my digits. I'm back from the wars, and part of the reading public again...ReplyDelete
And welcome back from the wars, Tovah! You can leave your sword by the door. Bulb planters are just down the hallway to your left!-- JoeReplyDelete
Talking about bulb planters = how about we discuss tools that don't work. So I'm wondering = when you plant bulbs, what are you armed with?ReplyDelete
A shovel and a bottle of Advil. You're so right about the useless bulb planter, Tovah. Mine is hanging on the wall right beside my handy-dandy, all-in-one swiss army gardening tool.--JoeReplyDelete
We can put a man on the moon, but can we invent a bulb detector? I had to abandon the shovel when I went for density and the bulbs began to piggyback. Now I'm diminished to scratching around with a hand hoe. Bring on the Advil.ReplyDelete
I've turned over a new leaf and posted a new blog at last. She lives! She breathes! And it's raining out so she can't plant bulbs...
And you can check out Tovah's latest blog post at:ReplyDelete