My other hellebore ("Double Queen mix") puts on a spectacular show during the dreary rainy days here. It's a bushy plant that produces striking pure white nodding flowers that fade to a yellowish/greenish/pinkish tone.

Living on the West coast, it is fantastically easy to grow ferns in the garden. I planted a Maidenhair fern the first year we lived in our current house.  It has been moved around a couple of times, but has found its permanent home along a north facing fence.  It tends to spread in a rather crowded garden bed, but doesn't mind getting trimmed back a bit in midsummer.

My Japanese Tassel fern grows in a difficult spot in the garden beside a row of cedar hedging.  Talk about low maintenance! This fern gets mulched in the spring, gets plenty of rain for 3/4 of the year, and seems to not have a care in the world.

As far as shade plants go, heucheras are all the rage here. I'm not really a fan, but I do grow three different varieties (imagine if I was a fan?!).  My favourite is "Green Spice". 

Green Spice is truly one of my favourite garden plants.  Who could resist those amazing purple, green and silver leaves? As an experiment (and because I really wanted to buy another one), I have a second Green Spice planted in a mostly sunny area in my front yard.  The colours fade in the sun, but it gets its flowers just a little bit earlier than its alter ego in the shade. Unlike some heucheras, the flowers on this plant really add nothing to its beauty; they are a nondescript and spindly.

These are the plants I'm enjoying in the shady parts of my garden right now.  The corydalis will be blooming next, followed by hardy fuschia.

One of my favourite garden bloggers and authors, Gayla Trail (yougrowgirl.com, @yougrowgirl) recently launched a new concept on her website, the “Grow Write Guild”. The purpose of the guild is to provide some inspiration for garden bloggers (let’s face it, there are a few of us out there).  On first glance, the initial prompt seemed straightforward enough: to write about your first plant.  Not too difficult, right? Somehow, though, it seemed to get all messy and complicated….should I write about my first house plant? first garden? first rose bush? etc etc. You get the picture. That went nowhere and everywhere all at once. I moved on to Gayla’s second prompt, to write about a fantasy or dream garden. This was an interesting topic for me.  I don’t usually think about gardening in these terms.  I have wonderful days in the garden, and days when I anguish over it, but I don’t really think of it as existing in an ideal state (it’s a bit like motherhood that way!).  That’s not to say my garden couldn’t be improved. It’s a tiny garden, more urban than suburban in scope. In the end, my ideas for a dream garden boiled down to three wishes:

Wish #1: My current compost pile is not so much a pile as a plastic bin. And while the plastic bin makes quite beautiful compost, it just doesn’t make that much. Wish number 1 would be to have a real compost pile. I recently saw a picture of Martha Stewart’s compost pile, which was huge.  Yes, I actually felt compost pile envy.

Wish #2: Wish number 2 would be to have a garden shed (with a window!). To have a space to hang out, plant seeds, dream about the garden….truly that would be garden heaven.  Of course there would be a climbing rose growing up the side.

Wish #3: I love plants and I love trailing through my favourite garden centres. Roses, perennials, edibles - there are always new ones I want to try. But where to put them? Wish number 3 would be to magically have room for the new plants that capture my attention. A lilac tree? Plenty of room! A few squash plants? No problem! A peony? I’ve got just the spot!  You see how this is going. 

These are the things that would add up to a dream garden for me.  So, if there are any magic genies out there, with a bit of spare time, you know where to find me…..

My tiny backyard garden was peaceful yesterday.  No lawnmowers roaring, no powerwashers blaring.  Only the sound of birds, chickadees mainly, going about their Spring business.  I had planned a day to work in the garden, thwarted initially by a torrential downpour.  Luckily for me the sun came out in the early afternoon.  Life seems to have been too hectic lately…I haven’t had much chance to take stock of the garden.  As usual, I’m behind on rose pruning, and there are a million tiny weeds to contend with.  I saw plenty of earthworms as I worked on the weeds.  I (mostly) finished up the rose pruning.  With the exception of one or two of my roses, I’m not someone who worries about how to prune. They’re plants! They’ll grow back if something goes awry during the pruning process.  I have found that roses take to pruning in unique ways.  The floribunda Floral Fairy Tale resents a hard pruning.  I pruned this rose quite lightly a few weeks ago, and now it is the first rose to have a bud.

One of the perks of rose gardening in Spring is new foliage.  One of my very favourite roses, Simply Marvelous!, has wonderful dark new foliage, which shines like a mirror in the sunshine.  Why don't more people grow this rose?

The new foliage on Work of Art has a red cast to it.

I haven’t had time to shovel compost onto the garden or fertilize yet.  Ever vigorous, Hot Cocoa is one of the first roses in the garden this year to show signs of a new basal break.

I'm looking forward to more stunning blooms from Hot Cocoa this year.  The foliage stays very healthy in my no spray garden.

Blanc Double de Coubert is already suckering along the edge of my driveway. These suckers are growing about 7 feet from the rose!  It's a bit of a battle every year, but this rose is worth it for its scent alone.

Well, still lots more work to be done! Happy Spring Gardening.

Sunshine is a rare thing here in January.  Yesterday was a lovely warm sunny day, with the added gift of a spectacular winter sunset.  We took a walk to Garry Point to enjoy the view, sharing it with a flock of overwintering snowgeese.

It was the last Sunday in October. The day started unusually.  After weeks of steady rain interrupted only by bouts of torrential downpour, the sun was shining.  We decided to head out to the Westham Island Herb Farm.  Our plan? We wanted to say hello to the animals, a collection of friendly domesticated types, and I wanted to buy some fall vegetables.  During a visit to the Herb Farm last October I had bought some fingerling potatoes and a bunch of vivid purple carrots; I was hoping for more of the same this year. Topmost on our list however, were pumpkins, at least 3, hopefully one white.

We had a surprise when we arrived at the Herb Farm. The number of cars parked at the farm was at least ten times more than expected. The normally quiet rural road had turned into a parking lot, with only one lane down the centre.  Avoiding pedestrians, including numerous excited toddlers, was a challenge. It turned out that the Herb Farm also had a pumpkin patch.  My daughter, long past the age of wanting to troop around a muddy field in search of the perfect pumpkin, headed straight for the animals.  We admired the donkeys, the highland steer, the goats, the chickens, and the bunnies at some length.

Heading back to the vegetables, it transpired that there was only one place to pay for both veggies and pumpkins. The line-up stretched for miles to the west.  We marvelled at the gourds, then decided to abandon.

On the way home we stopped at Country Farms, which also has a pumpkin patch, produce for sale, and a small number of animals.  After briefly admiring the chickens, we were able to choose some pumpkins at the farm stand without having to deal with the enthusiasm of the pumpkin patch crowd.  Though no fingerling potatoes were to be found, we did buy some colourful “Indian Red” carrots and a bunch of purple kale.  We were unable to buy a white pumpkin, which was a little disappointing, as last year we had one which looked just a little more gruesome than the standard orange pumpkins.  We took some photos of colourful peppers and headed home.

Later in the day the pumpkins were carved, and the kale and carrots were cooked.  A good way to wrap up the last weekend in October.

If you were to ask me for a list of my favourite roses, I’d be hard pressed to keep it to five or even ten roses.  But one rose sure to make the list would be Sedona. 

I first encountered Sedona in one of my local garden nurseries.  This nursery always stocked an amazing selection of roses in two large greenhouses.  I found Sedona by way of my nose….”what is that amazing fruity fragrance?”  And there was Sedona, a hybrid tea rose in a small pot, with a single large bloom pumping out the most incredible fragrance.  I bought it without a second thought.

My Sedona is an own root rose, planted in a large pot on my patio right outside my back door.  The foliage is a dark matte green, remarkable simply because it is completely disease resistant in my no spray garden.  The colour of the bloom defies easy description, a mix of coral, pink and orange. Sedona does not seem to resent living in a pot at all.  Given a foliar spray of kelp this spring, it promptly grew several new canes.  The first flush of bloom tends to occur a little bit later than most of my other roses, but is worth the wait. The canes are long but easily able to support the large blooms.  There is a short break between flushes.  The fragrance is consistently strong.

The nursery where I bought Sedona was unique, in that every year it put all the unsold roses at the back of the nursery, all clumped together in a disorganized jumble.  I always used to poke through these rejects.  Last year I found a pot with a single cane of Sedona in it.  I seriously thought about buying  it, but in the end I didn’t.  The nursery has since closed, having sold their property to developers for millions of dollars.  I really regret not buying that rather sad pot of Sedona, as it is now impossible to find it in any of the garden centres in my area. Jackson and Perkins still list this rose on their website, but don’t ship to Canada.  I would hate to lose this rose.  Next year I will attempt to root some cuttings from my plant. 

Dry days of sunshine and warmth – hardly typical weather on the west coast in October. The garden is dry and still needs regular watering.  Who has any energy for that anymore?  The garden needs a thorough cleaning up.  I’ve been postponing the removal of my tomato plants, in hopes that more tomatoes will ripen in the sunshine.  Some of the annuals are still pumping out flowers, while others, like the sweet peas, are eking out a last gasp of blooms.  The perennials have had enough.  Some, like the dwarf delphiniums I planted earlier this summer, seem to have disappeared completely.  The back yard is still littered with plums from the tree that lives on the other side of the fence.  The business of picking up plums is an endless one. 

The roses are in transition.  I can see hips on several of my rose bushes. There is one fat red hip on Blanc Double de Coubert, who sets hips grudgingly at best.  A few of the roses are still blooming and producing new buds, but none more exuberantly than Frederic Mistral.  This rose is covered in large fragrant pink blooms.  The perfume wafts over me as I scoop up the plums and pick the tomatoes.  Really, this rose is a monster taking over my tiny rose bed, but it’s hard to argue with blooms and fragrance like that.

I suppose I can’t postpone the cleanup much longer.  It's Thanksgiving weekend, time to truly move forward into autumn.

Shown in the photo: rose hips from Bonica shrub rose, tomatoes, Frederic Mistral rose (top row), impatiens, sweet peas, Russian sage (middle row), oregano and sage, sedum, hardy fuschia (bottom row).