My fellow gardener gave me some elephant ear bulbs this year and I brought them in this fall. They were spectacular in the summer, with huge leaves (looking very much like their namesake). Once they were potted and in the cellar they started to look dead. But miraculously once the dead leaves were removed, there was new growth! It was tightly rolled like a scroll of paper. I’m looking forward to seeing those leaves this winter. To find out more about this amazing foliage plant: http://bit.ly/17EPPWn
This year, with a late frost, it’s been an explosive fall for dahlias. What a display.
No idea what these are but the foliage looks like a lily pad.
Wow, just found this nifty recipe finder on The New York Times website to make the most of those fresh vegetables. Pretty cool:
This is the time of year when I start to feel blah about the gardens. Perennials are either dying back, decimated by insects or overrun with weeds. The daylilies are about finished, just a few stragglers remain. But I am still somewhat enthusiastic about my annuals. I planted a lot of seeds over the winter, including “Only the Lonely” Nicotiana. It’s hard to believe these monster plants, which have taken over my annual bed, started from tiny seeds. They’re just starting to flower. Salvias, cleosia and cleome are also opening up, all from seed. The elephant ears my fellow gardener gave to me languished for a good month or more, but now they are exploding, too.
My gladiolas are unusually slow. I think we added too much hot manure this year to our vegetable gardens where the glads spend the summer. They grew fairly quickly and then sat dormant, their leaves getting rust-like spots. However, a few are now starting to throw out buds.
Same thing with the dahlias-I planted one very early, thinking I would have an early flower! Ha. That particular one is on par with the later ones. So, there are still a few more bursts of color to look forward to before the season ends.
There’s something alluring and yet frustrating about a hobby where you do the same thing from year-to-year, yet nothing is ever the same from year-to-year.