Hollow Garden

glidin'

It’s been a long, cool spring, but Memorial Day has unfolded like a lush, ripe flower and Milo is beginning to enjoy cooling afternoons on the glider. Of course the equinox won’t come for another few weeks, but this sure looks like summer to me.

We Thank God we are together with our family this holiday weekend with a roof over our heads and plenty to eat and our hearts and prayers go out to all people who cannot say the same, especially our countrymen who have suffered historic floods and tornadoes in the last weeks.

And we honor all who have died and suffered in the defense of our country.

The force of nature is irresistible. We were very gently reminded of this down here in the hollow when our creek overflowed its banks in April. We could feel the heavy rain cell sitting on top of us as it let go its flood. Luck was with us and the downpour was brief. Because our little creek is fed only by a few springs and the run-off from the road, it all receded almost as quickly as it came.

from office window

milo checks it out

looking from east meadow

gazing globe engulfed

Periodically some neighbors want to pave the road that runs through the hollow so their cars don’t get dusty and they don’t have to slow down over the wash-boards in the old gravel. A hard surface down here would shoot water into the creek with a terrible velocity, eroding the banks and washing oil and other pollutants  very efficiently into the water and it would be one more country road gone forever.

As long as we’re here, we’ll give the creek its room and cross our fingers.

hollow road becomes a river

There are worse chances to take for  lesser causes.

Hollow creek flows towards Bay.

Ever since the Environmental Protection Agency has started taking steps to enforce a clean-up of the Chesapeake Bay, industrial agricultural has been fighting back.

According to the April issue of the Chesapeake Bay Journal www.bayjournal.com, the American Farm Bureau Federation is suing to block the EPA from requiring states to set limits on the maximum amount of nitrogen, phosphorus and sediment that run into the Bay from their tributaries. This is a problem?

Apologists for old-time industrial agriculture like Carl Shaffer, president of the Pennsylvania Farm Bureau, hide behind states rights to argue that “there is a gun being held to” the states’ heads “until they come up with a plan that the EPA feels is desirable.” Virginia Rep. Bob Goodlatte defends the rights of cattle feedlots to be free from federal regulation by the Clean Water Act.

Dave White, chief of the USDA Natural Resources Conservation Service (talk about the fox guarding the henhouse!), before a U.S. House Committee hearing last March, actually praised the success of voluntary conservation programs which over generations have left the Bay a sewer.

Agriculture is the largest source of nutrient pollution feeding the dead zones in the Bay. Left to their own devices, there is no incentive for ignorant old farmers and money-hungry corporations – or money-hungry farmers and ignorant old corporations – to stop dumping cheap petroleum fertilizer and pesticides into our common watershed.  If not this, what is the federal government for? Endless war?

Fight the power. Stop the polluters. They don’t have the right. Our watershed and the Bay should be protected for the people as a whole, not sold out to the ag. industry and developers.

In far western Albemarle County, Virginia, I’m writing and emailing Rep. Robert Hurt (hurt.house.gov)and Senators Webb (webb.senate.gov) and Warner (warner.senate.gov) to let them know where I stand.

Beech watch continues:

Hollow beech unfurls at end of April.

In honor of Earth Day, excerpts from –

RIBBLESDALE

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leav`es throng

And louch`ed low grass, heaven that doest appeal

To, with no tongue to plead, no heart to feel;

. . .

And what is Earth’s eye, tongue, or heart else, where

Else, but in dear and dogged Man? – Ah, the heir

To his own self bent so bound, so tied to his turn,

To thriftless reave both our rich round world bare

and none reck of world after, this bids wear

Earth brows of such care, care and dear concern.

Beech Watch Continues!

'Butter and Eggs'

The early daffodils are gone – no more bright yellow ‘Tete-a-Tetes’ or  sturdy ‘Little Beauties’. Mid-season ‘Thalias’ (pure white and musky) and miniature ‘Segovias’ are in full bloom and the old double ‘Butter and Eggs’ is opening. ‘Twin Sisters’, the last daffodil to bloom here in the hollow, hasn’t made her appearance yet, so we still have a few more weeks of daffodil season.

Koreanspice viburnums (V. carlesii ) are in bright pink bud. Although viburnums are supposed to be deer resistant, our little herd browses the one outside my window, nibbling the lower branches and sometimes the blossoms, each spring.

Koreanspice Viburnum

Virginia Bluebells

Virginia bluebells drift away under the autumn olives in the marshy area by the creek. The deer never bother them. Ostrich fern, also deer resistant, follows.

And the beech buds begin to swell.

Beech Watch Continues. Stay tuned.

Miniature narcissus 'Little Gem'

The first narcissus to bloom this year is ‘Little Gem’, a miniature trumpet daffodil. Species crocus are beginning to flower – royal purple ‘Ruby Giant’ and ‘Cloth of Gold’. The witchhazel ‘Diane’ continues to shimmer in pink and the first fruit-loopy scent of Lonicera fragrantissima is on the air.

John has finished stacking the huge double load of wood that was snaking along the drive, wheelbarrowing it up to the shed, uncovering more miniature daffodils, little Tete-a-Tetes that had been covered when the wood was dumped.

Woodlot ready for spring

We transplanted some bulbs to spill down from the new bench – an ancient piece of slate on top of a couple of balustrades from an old arena torn down years ago at the University. Already it looks like it’s been there forever.

New bench

Deer fence gates open for spring

Looks like the captive groundhog up there in Puxatawney was right after all. Ever since they pulled the thematic rodent into his special day, it’s been spring down here in the hollow.

Windy and dry, we’re starting off with a rain deficit of several inches here in Albemarle County. Definitely not a good time to burn the woodpile, but it’s good weather for turning over the compost. Eliot Coleman has inspired me and the plan is to spread out what I can get from the bottom of my poor man’s pile (i.e., not layered according to carbon-nitrogen ratios, just rotted kitchen scraps and garden debris ) before I sow early greens, peas, carrots and onions in March.

poor man’s compost pile

Witchhazel ‘Diane’ is blooming her heart out

Hybrid witchhazel 'Diane'

and the snowdrops are in bloom.

Galanthus nivalis

Close enough to spring for me.

Hamamelis x intermedia 'Diane'

February is the month for garden seminars and I attended two last week that were top notch.

Douglas Tallamy, Prof. of Entomology and Wildlife Ecology at the U. of Delaware, spoke at the venerable Piedmont Landscape Assn.’s annual gathering in Charlottesville. He blew away the  650+ audience (ensconced in the splendor of the ornate Paramount Theatre) with his message of conserving the insect-bird-mammal chain that sustains us all. Spontaneous standing O at 10:30 in the morning.

Bottom line: plant oaks. At the top of his list, they sustain 534 different kinds of butterfly larvae. His beautiful photos of caterpillars alone were worth the price of admission.

I am avidly looking for his Bringing Nature Home (2007) which my friend, Hans, who tends the presidential gardens at RIT, says changed his life.

Three days later I encountered Eliot Coleman at UVA. Spritely author of Four Season Harvest and spouse of garden writer Barbara Damrosch, he spoke to a rapt audience of students and local gardener/foodies who soaked up his message of sustainable use of the land.

There is a yearning out there for making peace with this world.

Let us all blunder on.

Beech Watch Begins 2/16/11

The view from the front porch to the potting shed is much improved without last year’s ice shelf and our soil looks better, too. There’s so much you can do when you don’t have to slog through 2 feet of snow.

Wood Ash

Over the winter we’ve  distributed old wood stove ashes (let them sit at least a week in a fireproof tub – no sparks!) on the vegetable garden, perennial beds and shrub borders. Our native clay will always be acidic because of the granite bedrock on this side of the mountain, unlike the limestone that underlays the Shenandoah Valley to the west.

Sweet or Sour?

Of course if you’re growing azaleas and rhododendrons and lots of wildflowers, they like their native soil just fine and but many of the old-fashioned ornamentals – like lilac, boxwood, bearded iris and herbs – prefer a non-acidic soil above 6.5 ph (7 is neutral and above that is “sweet” or alkaline). When I saw that moss was creeping into a bed of transplanted peonies and iris, I knew the wood ashes would be just the ticket.

From tree to firewood to heat for the house, to ash to organic potash to feed the soil and new roots – that’s a good closed cycle we try to repeat as much as possible here in the hollow.

We’ve spent the first weeks of ought eleven clearing brush and thanking God for the dry weather, so different from the claustrophobic ice-cave of last year’s Snowpocalypse. Severe times make us grateful for what we have. This winter storms have sped up the coast leaving us high and dry in our little Blue Ridge hollow. A good time to attack the old fence line along the road that’s finally rotted into a mass of honeysuckle, spindly posts and bits of wire. When things are bare down to the bone, it’s a good time to do some clearing.