Tying One On — And Then Some


This is the dilemma that’s been staring at me for some time, now. I have two orchids — one in a terra cotta pot and one in a plastic pot — and they have each made themselves very comfortable in their respective homes. In fact, they’re almost too comfortable, with their roots bursting out and over the pots.

My problem is that I’ve been a coward about what I know needed to be done. Each orchid needs a new home, and although I knew where I wanted to plant them, I was intimidated to pry the roots from the pots.

Then, 2020 happened — and let’s face it, removing a cramped orchid from a pot suddenly seems like one of the easiest things to do.

When I first began tying orchids to palm trees, I really had no idea what I was doing. I literally tied the plant to the trunk and hoped for the best — only to be rewarded with a dead orchid tied to a tree.

After a YouTube search, I stumbled upon a different technique that I’ve been able to adapt to make it work for me. Not only do I have a greater success rate, it also looks a bit more attractive.

My first step is to gather all of my tools — my mise en place: a pail filled with water, some coco liner, scissors, clippers, sphagnum moss, and floral tape.

The Orchid In The Terra Cotta Pot

With patience and a thin blade, I was able to separate roots from the pot. Using some water also helped to loosen the roots. Meanwhile, I cut a triangle of coco liner and soaked a handful of sphagnum moss in the pail of water.

Once the orchid was freed from the pot, I squeezed out the excess moisture from the sphagnum moss and packed it around the roots. Then, I placed all of it onto the coco liner. I rolled the liner, like a taco, around the orchid.

When placing it onto the trunk, the idea is to create a coco liner pocket. I pressed the open side of the orchid “taco” against the tree, and then wrapped it with some floral tape, tying it tightly. In time, the roots will grab onto the trunk, the coco liner will slowly (very slowly) deteriorate, and the brightness of the floral tape will fade.

The Orchid In The Plastic Pot

The second orchid, this one planted in a plastic pot, took a lot more patience. I had to cut the pot away from the roots because they had swollen through the openings. Once freed, although some roots were damaged, I followed the same procedure as above.

The Orchid On The Metal Roof

Lastly, I turned my attention to this orchid, a gift from my friends, Rick and David. They gave it to me about a year ago and it’s never flowered. I’m told, though, it’s Vanilla plantifolia, the orchid that produces the vanilla bean.

I’ve kept the orchid in its plastic pot on the metal roof of this small house I keep near my shed and potting bench (just so I can watch it). In the time that I’ve had it, the plant has grown a single stem with roots grabbing onto the metal roof and finding their way into every crevice of the small house.

I knew I had a problem, though, when I was prepping the yard for Hurricane Isaias. When I picked up the pot to place it in a safer location, it didn’t move. When I lifted the house, it didn’t move. When I lifted the orange table and the house, it still didn’t move — and I realized several of the roots from the stem had reached down and took hold in the soil.

In many ways, the orchid reminds me of the philodendron I had as kid — the one with the single trailing stem that could stretch the length of my bedroom wall. That’s when I had an idea.

For this project, I again gently separated the roots from wherever they had attached. I then removed the orchid from the pot and cut it into sections, each with its own root or two. I was then able to fill a terra cotta pot (freed up from the first orchid in this post) with an orchid mix, and plant several of the rooted stems. My hope it that I will have multiple stems trailing out of the pot, each able to produce flowers for pollination — and to possibly, fingers crossed, produce a vanilla bean.

At the moment, it’s still too early to tell if any of the transplants have been successful. So far, leaves are still green and the roots I’m able to see are plump, which says to me that orchids may be far more tougher than we think — and perhaps that’s a lesson we can carry with us as we continue to face 2020 and beyond. . . that we are all tougher than we give ourselves credit for.

Stay safe and happy gardening!

Confessions Of A Binge Gardener


Hibiscus

Hibiscus.

Summertime in South Florida, I’m told, is not the best time to plant or to garden. Locals often cite the high heat and high humidity — which leads to an abundance of pests and mildews.

So while gardens — and gardeners — in this hot area cool off, I’ve spent the time researching plants, dreaming up garden plans, and binge-watching television series. “Breaking Bad.” Done. “Orange Is The New Black.” Check.  “Downton Abbey.” Finito.

Everything was moving along nicely until “Downton” introduced a gardener into Violet Crawley’s world, and I found myself hoping for a larger storyline for the young fellow or — even better — a spin-off. “Downton Gardens,” perhaps?

Nevertheless, as I pondered the idea of beginning a gardening program for the inmates on “Orange,” it occurred to me that I had had my fill of fictional gardens. I missed real gardening. There was a burning inside of me — as feverish as those felt by any of Walter White’s meth heads — to dig in the dirt, plant seeds, and root clippings.

So the other day, I caved in to my cravings and embarked on a binge of my very own. A garden binge, if you will.

Hibiscus

Hibiscus.

I had been eyeing this hibiscus in the neighbor’s yard, blooming in the gap between our two houses. Each day, I’d walk by and that flower would wink its stamen at me.  And since I’ve been looking for a Florida plant to take the place of hydrangeas, I wondered if I could root hibiscus the same way I was able to root my favorite shrub in my northern garden.

Out came the clippers, some cell packs, a shovel, and the rooting hormone. I did my best to clip non-bud branches, and then removed the lower leaves. The clippings were immediately placed in water to keep the stems moist.

Rooting

I had also prepared the cell packs with basic garden soil and made holes in the center of each. After dipping the stems in rooting hormone, I slipped them into the pre-made holes, careful to not loosen the powdery rooting hormone. This was followed with a gentle watering, and then the small plants were placed out of direct sunlight.

Once started, though, I couldn’t get enough. I had merely had a sip of gardening and I was still achingly thirsty.

Croton

Croton

From the corner of my eye, I spotted the neighbor’s croton, a shrub with brightly colored foliage. There are many varieties of the plant, but I’m always drawn to the thin, slightly-curled leaf kind, each branch sharing green and red mottled leaves.

I again used the same rooting technique, planting up four small cuttings.

Not quite sated, I thought to myself, “If only I could dig up an actual plant, an off-shoot from a mother plant.” I crouched and crawled across the ground, lifting branches and looking beneath, sending small anoles scurrying.

Chinese Fan Palm

Eventually, I found two small Chinese fan palms (Livistona chinensis) that had sprouted from seeds at the base of the mother tree. In time, this palm, with tiny hooks along the stems of the fronds, will reach up to 50’.  Because of its slow growing habit, however, it’s often used as an understory planting.

I found the jackpot at the base of a Sunshine palm (Veitchia montgomeryana). There, seven smaller palms — resembling tall blades of grass — had sprouted. I carefully pried each one up and gave them a pot of their own.

Sunshine Palm.

Sunshine Palm.

By the end of the day, my hands and fingernails caked with dirt, my clothes and forehead soaked with sweat, I took a look at all I had done to satisfy my gardening hunger.  I had quite the tally: eight hibiscus, four crotons, two Chinese fan palms, and seven Sunshine palms.

At this point, I’m not sure if any of my treasures will survive — and if they do, I’m not sure if I’ll actually use them in the landscape or give them away. I don’t think I’d sell them, though.  I’m not a plant pusher.  I’m a binger.

The Biggest Seed I Ever Planted


 Seed Memories

It’s seed starting time — and by now, I should have flats of impatiens and petunias and geraniums planted in my Long Island potting shed, with dahlias, cosmos, and gazanias scheduled for the weeks ahead.  But as I’ve said in previous posts, this is a season of a different kind — in so many ways.

For starters, I’m away from the potting shed.  Instead, I have south Florida — and as my northern garden and gardening friends have shivered and shoveled during this winter’s harshness, south Florida has enjoyed exceptional warmth.  By northern standards, it feels like summer.

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Repost: That’s A Wrap!


Baby, it’s cold outside.  And for Joe and me, the cold temperature is our cue that it’s time to wrap our windmill palm for the winter months.  So while we’re outside, I’m offering my seasonal repost of what it is that we’re doing and why.

Palm Tree 001

I may be the gardener of the house, but Joe also has his landscape loves.  One of his greatest is palm trees.  His absolute fave is Cocos nucifera, the coconut palm.  If it were up to him, coconut palms would be growing everywhere.  We often joke that he would be to coconut palms what Johnny Appleseed was to apples — only he would be called Joey Coconuts, which does sound a little — alright, a lot — like a character from “The Sopranos.”

Sadly, coconut palms will not grow in our Zone.  Nor will most other palms found around the world.  So what’s a palm lover to do?  About 10 years ago, we purchased a windmill palm, Trachycarpus fortunei to be exact, from Stokes Tropicals.  Originally grown in China, the windmill is one of the hardiest of palms, able to tolerate a fairly severe freeze and a light winter snow cover.

But this is Long Island, and winters are unpredictable.  Sometimes mild, sometimes snowy and frozen — and after the year we’ve had, who knows which winter will come our way.  Although the palm receives full sun, there are steps that we must take — or rather Joe must take, with my assistance — to ensure winter survival.

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Repost: Saving Elephant Ears & Canna, Part 2


Maple Leaves

Changing leaves and cooling temperatures can only mean one thing.  It’s time to complete the saving process.  By now, elephant ears and canna have been drying out for about a week — and now I have to get them ready for their long winter’s nap.

The final step is pretty much the same for both elephant ears and canna.  You will need peat moss, some kind of storage containers (like brown paper bags), a shovel, and a room that stays relatively dry and evenly cool so that the plants can be lulled into a deep sleep without freezing.  If the final storage location is too damp or warm, the plants never get a chance to rest and they are at risk of rotting away — and after so much work getting to this point, that would be a shame.

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Repost: Saving Canna, Part 1


I’ve had to make a difficult decision this year about my collection of canna.  What started with a few corms has, over the years, become an overwhelming amount of plants — even after giving corms away.  And the increase in plants also means an increase in labor, and I’m reaching a point (for several reasons) where I have to cut back.  So, I’ve decided to not save canna and to instead start fresh next year.  In the meantime, though, I thought it was still important to repost the steps that I’ve followed to keep the canna coming.

Canna Close Up

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Repost: Saving Elephant Ears, Part 1


The October weather has been strange.  There was a moment when it felt like autumn, but then it became more mild and humid — and so I let my tropicals stay in the ground.  But how much longer will I be able to get away with that?  At some point, it will become cooler and frost will arrive — and these tropicals need to be stored for the winter.

This will be my weekend project — and since I’ll be a bit busy, I thought it was the perfect time to re-visit a previous post that chronicles the process.  Up first are the elephant ears.

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The House That Joe Built


Potting Shed

Over the past few months, I have been inundated with emails about my potting shed.  Most people want to know where they could purchase the same kit.  When I explain that the shed is Joe’s original design, they want specifics.

So with a lot of help from Joe, here is a post that has been a long time coming.  Additional photos and information can be found in “The Potting Shed” tab above.

Before there was a potting shed, there was me — on a mission to start seeds in advance of the planting season, and Joe — on a mission to reclaim the kitchen and dining room from trays and flats of new sprouts.  Surveying my long and leggy seedlings, I said, “If I had a potting shed, I’d be dangerous.”

Little did I know that that sentence, a seed traveling on waves of sound, would eventually settle into one of the folds of Joe’s brain, taking root and springing into action.

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