I think the worst thing was working in the garden until 9 o’clock or later
and then realising that if we wanted supper we would now have to pick, de-slug, wash and cook veggies. Almost as bad as trying to grow them. I think Charles got really tired and fed up, trying to keep it all looking good. So what to do with the Veg Plot? Anne needed more inspiration.
The ideal would be something that looked good for a long time and which I could grow from seed. So – foliage. And had we grown a cardoon? I’m not sure, but what I came up with was cardoons and heuchera Palace Purple. The latter much despised, of course, but easy from seed. We have loved the result. Though we still have not managed to cover all the space in the beds. (But I have a Plan)



Yep, you’ve guessed it.
Charles grew all those things from very small. And tended with love and much careful shaping and trimming, sigh, then –
we got box blight and holly blight.
Gardening is so happy making, don’t you think? If you want to know more about our experience of box blight there’s lots on our website. Here. And here. And here.


Well, as my headmaster used to say ‘it’s good for your character’.
The holly has been more interesting than the box.
It keeps attempting to regrow. When it first hit it was clear Charles was not going to be able face cutting the standards down. So I suggested growing ivy up them, on the basis that when it reached the top it would likely bush out, as ivy does, and could replace the holly balls.
So: one grew the ivy up it. The holly on that one has not reappeared.

Two of the hollies came back to life like this! With ivy covered stems.

And one holly came back to life but the ivy died. So we now have three standards and a pole.


Suggestions welcome.
Sigh.
So, what else?
I do feel that gardens need something other than troublesome plants,
and in the absence of tons of money I have made plywood cutouts for various places in the garden. This was the first one in the Veg Plot.

I quite liked it, though before long the earing fell off. It was replaced several times before rot saw the lot off. To be replaced by the dove.


Then you also have to have fruit.
And hard as it is now to believe, we got ourselves a fruit cage.

So we played at imprisoning squirrels.
Which chewed their way in and out. So that we also imprisoned birds. It’s strange how I remember chasing frantic birds out of a small door more than any delicious fruit. In fact, despite conscientious research we never found that anything we grew tasted better than what we bought. Which was, to say the least, disappointing. (As were cabbages the size of tennis balls). (o, and asparagus beetle.)
The Fruit Cage had to have the top taken off every winter in case snow would squash it. Charles was always dismissive of this need. Oh, it won’t snow. No. So, annually, when Charles was snuggly at work, I would be out in freezing snow removing the top of the Fruit Cage.

Eventually there came a year when I decided sod it when Charles went all skeptical about snow. And it came and it destroyed the Fruit Cage. Huzzah!
So we had another new garden to make,
because we were done with fruit as well as veggies by then. I’ll spare you the making of that, but we continued the theme of the silver grey and purple of the cardoons and heuchera with acer, cotinus , berberis of some kind and Eleagnus Quicksilver . The latter is a shrub which truly does scent a huge part of the garden when it is in flower. It suckers, which helped fill the border, and gives us ones to give away. And it looks a bit disconsolate by August. Wouldn’t be without it though. (There isn’t an eleagnus disease, is there???)


And here is Blood Wedding (!)

Charles:
I’m a bit tired right now as I’ve just spent a couple of hours having a massive bonfire of hydrangeas which we have cut down (not removed because of disease for once, but a redesign ). But I do seem to have had a lot of cathartic bonfires and remembering that I had to cut down all my lovely topiary in the Veg Plot distresses me still. Nature is bloody annoying. I spent ages repairing holes in that fruit cage. I probably let the snow collapse it on purpose (subconsciously, at least).

Somewhere, behind the endless whining, complaining, and thinly veiled expectation of martyrdom. Anne seems to display a modicum of Joy. Rant On, Ms. Wareham.
You flatter me!
Absolutely exhausting, Anne- how lucky you had all those photos so we can see the time frames. ‘Tis ever thus, with gardens- you plan around one special plant (or plant)…and it dies. Or gets the blight…or the deer turn a Gingko into a toothpick (I had that one). Thanks for taking the time to post!
Glad you’re enjoying it, Mary! Waiting now for a cardoon disease….
I love cardoons-elegant, dramatic, and tough enough for Texas. The bronze fennel is smashing, too. I applaud your change to something that pleases you more than 24/7 veg garden work. As for suggestions, you could add more herbs? Technically, both the cardoon and the fennel are herbs, so that might make contextual sense. You could also slip some early season bulbs or hellebore or Salvia nemerosa or Echinacea in with the heuchera?
Thanks, Jenny. We have primroses and some tulips early on. But the amazing thing about cardoons is just how beautiful they are for so long.
And I’m adding Orach Scarlet Emperor this year, for (I hope) the drama. I love simplicity in the garden, so it will be lots of those…
Yes sometimes you wonder if all the work involved in growing your own food is worth it. And isn’t Nature so cruel to knock out something you have spent so much time, effort and love on. Begs the question why do we garden? We must be a bit crazy!
I find it hard to believe just how crazy it all is and has been!
I found myself thinking yesterday: if only every garden lecture could start out with a confession of one’s biggest failure or disappointment. New gardeners have no reason to feel shame for killing plants. Even world-renowned experts do it. (Or have them die off, which unfortunately we gardeners often unwisely and unnecessarily blame on ourselves.)
True – but they must beware of being accused of whining!
Glad the bronze fennel has a reprieve and gives joy. I have no idea why I cannot get that damned Blood Wedding name out of my head. And now I grow it and still the name lingers. Our Eleagnus we must hate you understand, but they smell divine and the berries make great jam and they’re the closest thing to an olive tree I can grow.
I continue to grow veg and love it, but only when I’ve harvested it and washed it in the morning. Otherwise too tired at the end of the day. xo MW
You make jam out of Eleagnus? It berries??? (I don’t believe ours does, though I see it is supposed to) You really eat jam???!!! And grow veggies….. You are a slave to your garden!