WiseAcre Gardens

 I’ve had time to make the rounds to a lot of garden blogs this winter and have yet to see any reference to garden gnomes.  I don’t know of a single gardener in my area that has one. I’m not inclined to have one myself since I find most to be a bit tacky. Maybe it’s the over exposure of the Travelocity gnome that’s turned me off to them. It’s probably just a matter of taste but the majority leave me with a bad one. 

But there are a couple I wouldn’t mind having hanging around the garden. Like me, they’re a bit off the beaten path of normalcy. The “cleaver” gnome suits me fine. It wraps up my general feelings toward gnomes perfectly. This is one I would enjoy having around.

 In the woodland garden I would like the swinging gnome. I’m not so cruel as to want it hanging by it’s neck. This one I actually think would be cute to have swinging over the hostas and astilbe.

But there is still the question of what happens when you turn your back to a gnome. If interested follow the link to find out.

What do gnomes do when you’re not looking?

You’ll also find a good gnome repellent.

The link will open a new window. Just close it when you’re done viewing. The page was just an excerise in website design that I didn’t have the heart to “throw away”.  It’s also a good indication that I’m suffering from cabin fever.

Green Thumb Sundays

I’ve been feeling a bit weird lately so I posted a photo to match my mood.

Then  to cheer myself up:

I listened to the whisper of falling snow

And the best way to stay warm

Green Thumb Sundays

I found this plant about 15 years ago on a rock outcrop growing among the moss that had established a foothold on the bare rock.

I forgaed enough to share with a friend and we established it in our rock gardens. We faced a much more difficult task trying to identify it. There was nothing in our garden books or wildflower field guides that came close to helping. No one we talked to had any idea either of what it was either. It looked like a Sedum and that’s as far as we got. Later it flowered like a Sedum and we were at least confident it was one. That is until it died.

We had never heard of an annual Sedum. So in my ignorance I called it a Pseudo-Sedum one day while talking about it. I didn’t realize I made a pun until my friend started laughing. We still don’t know it’s true name but at least we have a pseudonym for this tiny annual Sedum.