Today's post is all about what's going on in two parts of the backyard. One part is the patio, of which first up are the strawberry plants that live in the red cooler. The original three plants gave us two or three yummy strawberries every few days or so from June to just recently. The plants also sent out more than a dozen runners. All, I hope, will provide us with more strawberries.
Back in June, I finally got brave and turned the Daddy's wheelbarrow from the 1960s into a succulents planter. Some succulents did okay, such as the red paddle plant, while others scorched to death. I've determined that it's okay to pull out a shriveled succulent, as well as plop in another succulent on Wheelbarrow Plain. I keep remembering what Mama said, "If they grow, they grow."
The Husband and I have temporarily named the four distinct spaces in the backyard, from south to north, Avocado Room, Sunny Room, Shady Room, and Geranium Room. The last few days I have been playing in the Sunny Room.
First to be created was the above Connie Patch, which is home to lavender (by the pole), deep purple salvia, purple sweet alyssum, and pink Sweet William. They were joined by two converse shoes full of jade. I have no idea what happened to the left shoes.
Across the path from Connie Patch is Geranium Triangle, home to pink and white cuttings from leggy overgrown geraniums that will soon be compost. I've done nothing more than clip the stems, strip old leaves, and stick them in the ground. That's what the Mama did. We'll see if that works for me.
In the bottom of that two-tier planter are rosemary cuttings. Knock on wood, some, if not all, of these guys grow roots. I'm imagining rosemary plants all over the front and back yards.
Please meet our newest fruit tree—Little Miss Figgy, also known as Charlotte, or Charlie, for short. She is a gift from Modesto friends, Mister and Missus C!
The stunning sweet duo pulled into our driveway this morning. "We have a gift for you," said Mister C, opening the back door of his car.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! A fig tree!!"
The Husband and I had been eyeing fig trees whenever we saw them at nurseries. Now we have a fig tree. Oh my gosh!
Little Miss Figgy Charlie is a dwarf, with expectations to grow up to six feet tall and four feet wide. It'll bear fruit in late summer. Whooo-hoooo, next year!
How fortunate are we to have generous and caring friends as Missus and Mister C.
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I don't think I actually ever had a fig
ReplyDeleteFigs taste better than they look. When I was a kid, my parents had a tree but I wouldn't eat them because the fruit looked so weird. I know better now.
DeleteI love that you've named sections of the garden.
ReplyDeleteIt helps the Husband know what I'm talking about. haha
DeleteI have had a fig tree for many years in my garden in Italy, since my grandfather''s time. It is wonderful, large, shadowy and the fruits are so sweet! Good luck for yours, that it may grow well!
ReplyDeleteGrazie, Italiafinlandia! I love that you're grandfather's tree is growing strong and happy still.
DeleteI love how you name your garden rooms and your plants too! I've never eaten a fig and must remedy that soon. What lovely friends you have.
ReplyDeleteI hope you like the taste, Sallie. I didn't like them as a kid, but I think it's because of the way they look. Now, the only thing that keeps me from eating too many is their cost. But, I don't have to worry about that next year. :-)
DeleteYup, our friends are awesome.
Oh and PS: that is the BEST use of that red cooler ever.
ReplyDeleteCool, Sallie. :-) I wonder if the Mama ever named parts of the yard.
DeleteYou inspire and reinforce me, all at the same time … today, I was pulling up what I think are weeds, and transplanting other gems I think are natives. I assume Mama would approve! I am also expecting an invitation when your fig tree yields ...
ReplyDeleteWeeds to one person are not weeds to others. Friends will tell me unfamiliar plants are weeds but I won't pull them out until I see what they produce. Maybe they'll be something pretty or useful or edible. It's taken me awhile to decide that if I don't want to water a plant, it's a weed. I'm so stingy with water.
DeleteSuch clever ideas for your garden! I hope your new addition is happy in its new home.
ReplyDeleteMe, too. This morning I went out to find it has fallen on its side. I either need to put it in a bigger pot or into the ground very soon.
DeleteI could never get into figs as a child, but as an adult? YUM! :)
ReplyDeleteMe, too, Widders, and the parents had a beautiful fig tree at the old house. With lots of fruit. Such a waste. Back then I also didn't like persimmons, which was another tree they had.
DeleteWhat great planting ideas! I wish the deer wouldn't eat everything I plant. I have stopped planting it just doesn't make sense. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteI've read that there are plants deer don't like, but I wonder about that. Thanks, you, as well.
DeleteSo does that mean Figgy is dormant until next year or she does her thing then you get fruit next June? I hope those jades don't do some walkin'. A very cozy and active garden you have there my friend.
ReplyDeleteI suppose Charlie is sleeping, getting herself ready for next year. I kind of wonder if maybe once she's in the ground (something this week) she'll want to bear fruit. Is it possible for a plant to look pregnant when she normally wouldn't be.
DeleteImagine walking with two right feet. hahaha