In My Garden...

After reading Carols blog May Dreams Come Gardens about how big her garden is, I decided to step outside and have a look at mine. This is my side garden, or my greens-garden on the left, and my Texas-Toughies on the right...plus rose. It's a new location and I haven't paid it much attention since I busted up the sod and thew down seeds with about a cubic yard or so of Eco-Growers mix. We decided to try this bare space of St. Augustine because the previous location just didn't get enough sun...I think we've found our spot. I just put in two fruit trees, a Fuyu Persimmon and a Wonderful Pomegranate. My husband wanted to do the square foot gardening but my messy organic nature wouldn't allow the straight lines, you can see the cacophony of species and sizes...I especially love it when things start blooming and going to seed randomly...it feels like agri-nature.

I was asked to be on the Master Gardener Garden Tour this October (Lord knows why?) so I've been making a sincere attempt to organize my space into "rooms" like all the proper design books advise, but I really do prefer living in an experimental-cottage garden. As it is, I know exactly where to go if I need something...it's next to it's companion plant usually, or in a grouping of like minded species, or with something that's color makes it pop. It makes sense to me, it's just that coming up with an actual garden size...is probably impossible (well, not for a mathematician!)
Bright Lights Swiss Chard, Arugala, Mustard Greens and the base of the Pom.

Lady Banksia gone wild...I need an arbor!

Arugala Flowers

Lately, I've been obsessed with finding native perennials at all the nurseries and finishing up old projects along with the laborious task of busting up rock hard mulch...in some area's it was over 4 inches thick! Not a drop of water could penetrate that...just in case we get rain some fine day. While I was working away on my knees I noticed the base of this old cactus that I'd pineappled and was unable to remove on my own. I needed it gone because it was sticking out into the street and I was worried about all the kid-folk passers-by. I was sort of cursing my dear sweet spouse for not removing it as I had so sweetly asked time and again, when I looked up and noticed it had sprouted! I couldn't believe it! I'd jumped on the shovel and worked up a sweat trying to get the thing out and here it was rewarding me with a summer of joy...I will be watching this baby daily. I love the slow, steady growth and the gigantic blossom!

Blackfoot Daisy

The purple Irises in the front yard always spell S-P-R-I-N-G...to me.

Gregg Dalea...very tiny but tough and sweet.

Cherry Sage going wild!

This is my front deck built by my friend Curtis with a 3 year old, Old Blush Rose. Don't ask for his number...he only fiddles these days...for the White Ghost Shivers...if you are in town, you have to see them...they're sort of carnival meets Vaudeville meets Austin Swang...super entertaining!

This area is always a mess. It's where our garage cat Sappho-Moon (who we would love to find a home for...she moved out when the dogs moved in and has never adjusted...) jumps up through the window. It's also where I tore the English Ivy off the wall and it left horrid thrashes in the siding...so, I'm trying to get some Mexican Honeysuckle going from cuttings out at Zilker.

The predictable clover in the Goddess Garden.

My baby cacti-nursery out for a sunny afternoon.

My brother drug this ebony boat home from Africa when he was in the Peace Corps...I replanted some Aloe and Mother-of-a-Thousand in it and shoved it against the tree house.

A lone Bulbine blossom.

River Fern from my friend and neighbor, Sabrina. She cleared a bunch off the side of her house and called me and said "come get it or I'm throwing it out..." I thought it had died...but the lovely curls are out!

So, I build two mound plantings in the back yard...un-did a veggie bed that wasn't producing...not enough sun...and then topped it off with what was left in the compost. Both mounds are covered in sprouts! We'll see how they survive...

My little bird from my French neighbor Regine...we call her our "French Bird"...Regine that is.

The "survivors" of the latest Dorothy Belle massacre...that's my Boston Terrier. The Road Island Red is Florence Jean Castleberry II, the Silver Laced Wyandott is Lucinda and the Mexican Black is Shanaynay, after one of my favorite students.

Patrick's Abutilon, a baby that I put in the back yard. We had a speaker at the Austin Garden Club last week who said that this is labeled as an annual but that they had it live through the past 3 winters...so I thought I'd give him a go! He looks like a Chinese lantern!

Humming bird, humming bird which one is real?

I love bud. (Bud is my dog.) This one is a Mexican Buckeye...such a seasonal beauty I can't wait 'til she blooms!

My new butterfly watering hole.

The Omaha onions are coming along. A friend of mine was over the other day and she said my bed looked like an abstract of the state of Texas...West Texas we decided.

This is my winter triumph, a pale pink Brugmansia that is just one year old, I watered her heavily before the "threat" of frost, wrapped her in a hoodie and then carefully covered her in a pillow case...she made it through the winter!

A view of one side of the Goddess Garden...all transplants and cuttings.

I wanted to catch this row of Trumpet Vine before it burst into bloom!

Autumn Mum, in the window box.

Spider Wort Lilly

This little flower stumps the ladies at the park daily. Today the open air painters were in my garden and several of them wondered over to ask what it was...when I said Spider Wort, they all...in unison it seemed rememebered their grandmothers calling it by that name, though one little lady insisted that it was Snot Wort. I asked her why she thought it was that, she said because of the gooey stuff in the stem. Learn something new everyday.

Happy Gardening.

CAMN at WestCave Preserve

Our day began with speaker Mary Jo Galindo, Ph.D. Principal Investigator for SWCA, Environmental Consultants here in Austin. She spoke at length about the heritage of Indigenous peoples of central Texas known as the Paleoindian wanderers from 12,000 years ago... their hunting and gathering lifestyles and artifact collections. The Gault site here in Texas is supposed to have more information (yet to be released) on Clovis cultures than any other site, world wide. The thing I remember most about the talk is that so many of the sites are being lost to development, some sites call in an archaeologist before developing, but even then they are under time pressure and the remains that are excavated are often numbered and sit in the basement of some university waiting to be investigated further...meanwhile many of the sites are sitting under overpasses and malls. Some land owners set up "Buy and Dig" operations selling off their "rightful" property.

The texture of the desert is dangerously beautiful and after today's class even more profound. We were at West Cave Preserve, about an hour outside Austin, just past Hamilton Pool for our class on Saturday...the class I'd been waiting for from the beginning!

This unique spot of land is managed by John Ahrns a true naturalist in the most pure sense of the word. You are not allowed to just peruse the hiking trails but must be lead, on a walk/talk by the man who has watched over this land from when it was a trashed-out parking lot to the pristine state it's in today. You stay on the trails and not a leaf is overturned. You have the opportunity to see nature at work being lead by a seasoned guru who contemplates the meaning of every day, season and lifespan of the forest life.

This is a handmade basket of tools...the part of the class I'd been dieing to take was the Fiber Arts...the lost craft of the indigenous people here in central Texas. It appeals to my doop- decorating nature and the inner fiber artist in me that stood shyly watching the old German ladies at the park crochet until I got the nerve to ask in my broken German...blumen? I was seven and have been crocheting, macrame-ing and weaving ever since...I wanted to learn to cord. And we did!

Our instructor, Charlene Farris a fellow MN who has a fascination with all things fiber explaining how the idea of a basket may have come from investigating birds nests, along with the need to carry more than your hands could hold.

We learned how to make cord baskets in Girl Scouts, not the girls scouts of today who slumber-party and call it a "camp-out." I was part of the TOFS, Troops on Foreign Soil and we camped in the Black Forrest...my mom was the leader and we worked for years on our badges and raised enough money to visit the Girls Scouts Chalet in Adelboden, Switzerland...camping, hiking and youth hosteling along the way. (Thanks, Mom.)

It looks like a toasted tortilla, but this is a purse made out of prickly-pear. They've also been found at archaeological sites with fish inside...great for poaching!

We made sandals out of sorrel fronds after carefully removing the spines...they had been soaked in water for 48 hours prior to insure pliability.

Here Charlene is mashing Red Yucca fronds that had been boiled and soaked to soften the fibers for easy separation. The smell was fresh and had a slightly citrus-asparagus aroma that made my mouth water.

Cord, rock and fiber...yea! The essential part of a sandal...the thong! It was surprisingly easy!

Our next mini-course was with David Croft, Master Naturalist on Flintknapping (from the German word knap, meaning to break) and the use of the atlatl. Here he's showing us the beautiful Georgetown Blue Flint...part of what made central Texas "rich" before the black gold. There are only 3 sites in the world where flint can be found.

Tools of the trade.

Flintknapping is a beautiful precise art form...it was amazing to watch him predict the wave of the force on the rock upon impact. The above shot is his example stone...seeing the form in the rock requires a lot more work than the simplicity implied.

Careful hands preparing to strike.

Here John demonstrates the full body force necessary for the refining work on the blade, known as pressure flaking...the break always happens from the bottom. The tool used is an Ishi Stick so named for the last wild Indian in California who shared his knowledge with anthropologists of the day.

Demonstrating the posture for atlatl propelling; the world record for distance with the atlatl is over 300yards...I think this should be an Olympic event! The atlatl was used in the Middle Paleoindian Age from about 8800-6000BP. John learned the craft of flintknapping from his teacher at Wild Basin Preserve, classes are ongoing.

John Ahrns, West Cave Preserve Manager covered the history of the preserve and volunteer opportunities before leading us on a walk to the cave. He's the archetypal grandfather I never had...needless to say, I was on his heels soaking up the wisdom and patience like a child.

It was beautiful but nippy, around 55 degrees...not bad for February.

So inviting...

Male "Spice wood" flower, used by pioneers as a substitute for Allspice.

I love the tall trees of the riparian areas...seems we have mostly scrub in town.

It's a delightful walk and I had no idea what was coming. He explained how he had brought his children with him while he build the trails...ah my fantasy childhood!

I don't think I have to say anything here...

May flies catching the sunlight above the pond.

A cool and quiet cathedral.

If you're still you can hear the rocks seep. In wet years this is a waterfall...hard to imagine.

We're looking at all the oyster fossils in the wall...back when central Texas was beach property...or under the sea.

So many kinds of moss and ferns!

There's the drip...dripping water.

The beautiful grand base of a Bald Cypress...they are so glorious when their feet are in the water.

More from the inside of the cave...

I wanted to show my class for scale...there were about 15 of us all in the cave.

The walk back was all up hill, and when we hit the flats the sun was playing on the meadow and it seemed about 20 degrees hotter...probably the hike.

Over the years John has collected Mesquite stump to make a natural fence.

Our final speaker was Matt Warnock Turner, author of Remarkable Plants of Texas...a book all you gardeners must own! Matt is an entertaining speaker with a strong sense of story. He's the son of a botanist who holds a degree in creative writing and enjoys learning about his surroundings through the thread of a story. He's a gifted teacher and his enthusiasm made it impossible to not hang on his every word...in fact I went back to hear him speak at the monthly meeting and was thrilled to learn even more about some of our natives and how we've survived and thrived because of them. I also have to say something about the gorgeous architecture of the facility...it's stunning and...they don't do weddings!

Delicate blooming lichen.

Agarita "little-sours" blossoms previously used for ringworm and as an aniseptic eyewash.

Closely related to the prickly pear is the Christmas Cactus or tasajillo, it's super mean in the wild but can be eaten in a pinch.

After we'd taken a hike with Matt and learned about several plants and how they were used we had a chance to try some old time Texas treats...Agarita jelly, Napolitos and cookies made out of Mesquite bean flour...looks like scat, tastes sort of like ginger and sawdust...not unpleasant though!

My favorite class so far...as illustrated by the prickly pear:) There are many volunteer opportunites at WestCave and they also have star parties though they're booked through April, so get on out there!

If your not hiking, then...Happy Gardening!