|Let there be bulbs & buds.|
There've been a few Sixers lamenting that they've nothing but buds, bulbs & more buds to post in their SoS blogs.
Personally, I can't get enough bud & bulb photos. But then, I also enjoy folks' holiday snaps, so my opinion is suspect.
Last week, CFS had me on house arrest with orders there'd be no writing. Not a bad sentence, since it was lashing outside. Plenty of time to contemplate the boon that is our SoS community.
We all have different skill levels, obsessions, time & energy, so SoS works differently for each of us. The fact we keep coming back - & in some cases, only to read, not to blog - means it does work.
And that's my offering for this week. A half dozen reasons why I SoS.
1. It's global.
|Globe trotting in slippers & pjs.|
Regardless the weather or my health, I visit gardens from 4 continents - FOUR - every week. That means seeing in their natural environment, trees & plants that could never grow in my climate. Learning far away methods for growing things that will survive in my garden. Being reminded of places I used to live. Seeing that the joys & woes of gardening are fairly universal.
2. Getting out of the rut.
|Poor little rejects.|
I'm a little slow off the mark, so for my first village fair there, I donated a couple of trays of gazanias to the plant table. At the end of the day, not a single gazania had been sold.
Conversely, after 3 months of SoS-ing, I've 11 pages of plants I'd like to grow.
While there's no way all those ideas will make it into my garden, that many options stoke the creativity - which in itself, is benefit enough.
3. Coaxed off the turnip truck.
|Long way from home.|
I emigrated about 2 decades ago, but've not completely switched gears to this climate, its diseases, pests, plants & wildlife.
Growing carrots, spuds & maters in containers just seems wrong.
But SoS as a virtual garden club has my back. I want fresh cherry tomatoes? Revel in my containers.
4. Seasonal reminders.
|Tools of the trade.|
Following along from that, my seasonal rhythms are still in Appalachia - all my February gardening chores there started & ended with snow.
While SoS gently nudges me into GMT, even natives of hardiness zones 7 - 9 can appreciate the call to prune, plant, or harvest in the appropriate season.
|Not sure how you pronounce that one.|
Having said that, I've resisted calling out plants in the dead language, even though I'm old enough to remember Mass being said in Latin.
Not so, our other intrepid SoS-ers.
As a result (& without study on my part), I now recognise the Latin names for grasses, poppies, honeysuckle & witch hazel.
So if anyone knows of something more efficient than the Google method of learning Latin names (i.e. an actual book), please do let me know.
6. Respite for my poor, non-gardening family members.
|I swear I'm listening.|
Me: (looking at my Twitter feed) Wow, that's some hellebore.
Son: I take it that's a flower.
Me: (turns laptop for him to see)
Son: Oh. That's . . . pretty.
Respite from hearing garden talk.
Except when I'm talking about Six on Saturday.
Do take yourself over to The Propagator who has his own Six, plus hosts scads of other SoSers in his comment section. Go on, don't you forget now.
Thanks for stopping by!
|Pickled shallot recipe.|