Showing posts with label vines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vines. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


My landlord instructed me that his wife can't stand the Boston ivy remaining on the wall. One morning this week, his worker had a ladder in the garden yanking on the vine. I went out to assist (read, check on my plants), and thought of my previous post when I saw that he yanked a shingle off the dilapidated building when he pulled the vine from below. Oops. I thought he'd just glue it back up with some construction adhesive, but no, it's still off. I know the cursing going on, if that garden wasn't there, we could just spray the herbicide to kill off that cursed vine. Seriously, its funny when your slowly rotting building's main problem is the garden that interferes with vine control. Each year his wish to reside the building adds anxiety to my gardening -knowing that said work will do in the whole thing, like this time. Each year he says this is the year.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Bit Rusty

This is my Seaside Goldenrod, Solidago sempervirens, plucked four years ago from the asphalt in Red Hook. At this time every year it more or less succumbs to a bright orange rust or fungus.

The rust makes for an unhealthy looking plant, but it always goes on to flower and returns the next year. The rust shows up in late August/early September, not always to such severity, and often when it is quite dry as it has been of late. Rusts may infect a single species, which explains why it never spreads to nearby asters.

On another note from the same score, my honeysuckle is sputtering along. I do not remember the name of this one, probably because I never talk about it -because it never does well. I bought it from the BBG plant sale when I first planted my front yard and think its a N.A. native. Beautiful flowers and attractive blue-green leaves, but the plant seems to dislike full sun against a wall. It suffers from mildew every year, drops leaves and sporadically develops flowers like those above. Despite this, it sends out new shoots every year, and doesn't succumb to frost until quite late. If it weren't entangled with my New Dawn rose and a clematis, I'd dig it out and find a better home for it.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Trumpet It Does

Trumpet Vine, Campsis radicans, spotted growing on a dying maple. I never noticed it before, but the other day while waiting on a dryer at the laundromat, I saw through the window this intense scarlet across the intersection. It was afternoon, flowers glowing in the red wavelengths of late day sun. I photographed this the next morning, in the shade of the remaining strong branch of maple.

Trumpet Vine is one of those native non-natives. Its home region is in the southeastern states. It'll grow throughout the Northeast however, and certainly takes well to the heat of NYC. It's aggressive, can strangle other plants, and can take a hacking. This maple was already a goner, so its smothering act is well appreciated on this corner. Plant with yearly hacking in mind!