Rated P.G.

by marc on August 17, 2010

I grow a lot of Panicle Hydrangeas; Summer Hydrangeas, they are sometimes called.  These plants are large, upright deciduous shrubs which produce white diamond-shaped flower heads, which look more like those of the Oakleaf Hydrangea.  Those flower heads are called “panicles” by botanists.

The grandmother of all of the Panicle Hydrangeas is called “P.G.”  or “Pee Gee,” in America, which stands for Hydrangea paniculata ‘Grandiflora.’  It came over on a boat from China, landing in Newport, Rhode Island, in 1861.

You can still see P.G. Hydrangeas today, especially on older properties, like old farm houses and Victorian-era homes.  They flower a soft white in mid-summer, and hold the blossom heads until they dry to a beautiful rose/buff.  You can even leave the dried flower heads on through the winter, to add interest.  In addition, they are very tolerant of heavy soils, cold and drought.

The only drawback with P.G. is that the shrub has a habit that could be described as “floppy.”  It’s a fast-growing shrub, and isn’t terribly picky about which way it goes.  The weight of the flower heads can bend branches down.  Without care, it can become a malformed mess.

That’s why  some of the newer selections available today are so much more common in American gardens than P.G..  ‘Tardiva,’ the Late Summer Hydrangea,  grows more upeight, and produces longer, whiter flower heads.  It’s branches are more stout, and so they hold the plants more intact.  The selection named ‘Unique’ produces probably he largest flower heads of any Panicle Hydangea, while ‘Pink Diamond’ flowers white, but these flowers quickly age to a deep pink.

‘Limelight,’ on the other hand, produces flower heads that begin their cycle bright green, and mature to white, before aging to dusky rose. ‘Limelight has been the media darling for about the past five years or so.  I still like ‘Tardiva’ best.

‘Quickfire’ is another popular new selection, which will probably outdistance ‘Pink Diamond.’ as it’s flowers turn a deeper shad of pink, and even earlier in the summer.  ‘Little Lamb’ is supposed to be a dwarf cultivar, but I have seen nothing but pictures, so I don’t know how it performs.

Performance is very important to me.  That’s why I grow as many plants as I can.  I get to prune early and often, so I can get well-balanced, healthy plants form the start.  I can also fertilize at my own discretion, which means not-so-much, unlike most commercial nurseries, which pump their plants so full of chemicals that they can have real problems acclimating to real garden conditions when planted.

I’m running some informal trials with some of these Panicle Hydrangeas.  (And I still like the grandmother of them all, P.G..  It us takes a little longer in training.)  I’ll let you know how it goes.

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Expanding and Expounding

by marc on August 11, 2010

So here I am laying flat for a few days, biding my time between my bigger projects.  I don’t have as much in the tank as I used to.  I need more time to recover.  But I see some things more clearly.  And I know more stuff than I did, back when I could go all day and all night, never missing a beat.

This is what Girlfriend just reminded me of.  “Remember when we were just driving around back in the fall, when we first started dating, and then the winter and the spring, just looking at plants and talking about plants?” she said.  “Remember all those fabulous stories you told me about all those trees and shrubs?”

She’s right. When we still had 12″ of snow on the ground here in  March in Charlottesville, when we were touring neighborhoods on weekday mornings before she went to work at noon, I’d spot some particular shrub and launch into a passionate diatribe, providing her with, of course, way more information than the average citizen has any need for.

This 'Winter King' hawthorne--a Bob Simpson introduction, Vincennes Nursery, 1960--is one of a group planted above the Shell Station in Rose Hill neighborhood. Girlfriend and I drove by countless times during the winter--and I even found some English recipes for the edible berries.

But she liked it.  She was enchanted. “That’s what you oughta be  blogging about, McVicker,” she would say.  “That’s what somebody oughta be paying you for.

The “paying you for” part might be a stretch.  Don’t get me wrong.  I wouldn’t mind.  But it’s a small market.  As I’ve said a hundred times, in every lecture and public forum that I’ve been given over the past five years: “Horticulture is no longer a part of the American culture.” Certainly not like it is in Europe.  Not like it is in Japan.

An impressive sweep of Vitex (Chaste Tree) next to the Washington Park pool. These beat the more popular Butterfly Bush hands down--just as colorful and fragrant but, with proper pruning, growing into a gorgeous small tree. Not to mention those medicinal uses going back thousands of years.

And not like it was here in the mid-20th Century, when my grandfathers and uncles knew everything anyone needed to to know about tomatoes and cucumbers and cabbage;  when my grandmothers and aunts knew all the names of all the flowering shrubs and when they bloomed, and which ones smelled the best, and which ones dried the best, and how to do all those things.

No offense.  So much is going on today, and most human brains are finite in heir capacity to intake and digest.  And there are so many options available. I see the young ones practicing on “Madden 11″ or  glamming it up on some social networking site.  Older ones I know are more interested in mastering email, or resting in front of the tube or, on rare occasions, curling up with a good book.

Gardening is rapidly falling from favor. Especially  ornamentals.  People have no use for trees and shrubs unless they’re in flower.  Then they want to know the names.  Then they want them to be “low maintenance.” Even when they’re not.

Of course, there are exceptions to very rule.  I am one.  I know more about this stuff than I should.  I spent my time on this earth learning all I could about the plants  and about their stories and about their names.  I can tell you, for instance, that Forsythia, with its long, arching stems of bright yellow flowers, is named afer a Scot named Forsyth, and I’m not talking about the white-haired, bourbon-soaked patriarch from “Dynasty.”

I spent so much time learning about this stuff that sometimes I make the joke that I can’t  balance my checkbook but I know a thing or two about  plants.  Some people think that’s funny.  Others are horrified. (Truth is, I don’t have to, because I can check my balance on the internet!)

So this is my rant for this evening.  And here is my pledge to you: that I will tell you some stories.  About how plants were named.  About their seasons of flower and of fruit and their uses.  And any other little tidbit I can use to stimulate interest in this great body of the natural world, the best world  know.

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Plant List 4 Courtyard Garden

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I wanted to post the plant list here, for those interested. Plant List 1       Hydrangea paniculata ‘Tardiva’   Late Summer Hydrangea                                     4-5’     10 gal. 1          ‘Summer Snowflake’  Viburnum                                                                       [...]

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My Latest – A Courtyard Garden

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I finally finished this cute little courtyard garden over in Ednam.  I say “finally” because I had to wait for the roofing company to finish,  which took about 10 days.  It also got really hot here, which, of course, slowed everything down.  We had to take our time. When we started, the courtyard was planted [...]

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My Favorite Party Trick

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I recently changed my profile photo on Facebook. It’s a picture of me, at a church cookout, crawled up underneath a little weeping japanese maple, with nothing sticking out but my legs and feet. Like I’ve taken a dive under a ’57 Chevy. McVicker as Shade Tree Mechanic. Really. This is my favorite party trick. [...]

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Boxwood Repair Kit – (1) ball of twine

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Boxwoods took a beating last winter. With all those long, supple branches, held down for all those long weeks by the weight of all that snow and ice, they really took a beating. A Genuine Beatdown. And now we find ourselves halfway through the summer, still looking at all those boxwoods, all over Charlottesville, in [...]

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