Celebrity Visit

My dear, and long time friend Panayoti Kelaidis and his partner Jan came over to tour the gardens this July.  Panayoti is the Senior curator and Director of Outreach at the Denver Botanical Gardens.  I’ve known him for 25 years, from way back in my Landmark Education days.  I did the Forum https://www.landmarkworldwide.com/ with his then wife, Gwen Moore, in 1993.  They were instrumental in guiding me through my early years of gardening at my house in Aurora.  Over the years Panayoti has brought me many botanical presents, all of which are growing in my Brighton garden, Wellyssa’s Womb.

Jan, Wellyssa, Panayoti, Brian

OMG!  I was soo nervous and desperate to impress!  But they both said they thoroughly enjoyed the garden, and being the good friend, and kind man that he is, Panayoti heaped praises on the garden.  The garden was very happy.

The Garden is looking beautiful

(sorry for the blurry pictures, I think I finally figured out which setting to use on my camera that isn’t too big for download, and won’t come out blurry for the future.)   I’m a gardener, not a photographer!  Hearing the voice of Dr. McCoy in the back of my mind . . .

Adventures in canning

Yes, of course, I can.  I have a vegetable garden, an herb garden and an orchard.  How would it be that I wouldn’t can some of my beautiful bounty?!  Besides, I was raised Mormon, and in southern California.  We canned everything!  It was the responsibility of every household to have a two year supply of food.

 What we didn’t grow in our own garden (Mom did all the planting), we gleened from the fields after the harvesters went through.  I remember going through the fields to pick potatoes, tomatoes, strawberries, peas, onions, carrots . . .  Then we would go to the LDS storehouse and unload fruit off the trucks.  I especially remember the apricots we helped to process one year.  They would get poured out of boxes from the trucks and spilled onto the end of a conveyor system.  We were all spread out from the beginning of the conveyor to the end.  Some of us picking out rotten apricots, some of us splitting them in halves, others pulling out the pits, and then finally others turning them all cut side up and sweeping them into a box where they would go into the warehouse and magically come out in Deseret Industries cans of “Canned Apricot Halves.”

My fingers were so sore and raw from digging out pits that day, but we took home cases of apricots and other fruits as our share of the harvest, for working at the warehouse.  Our family also went to the local apple and peach orchards and picked fruit.  I remember climbing the big apple trees and shaking the branches, my sisters running around under the trees picking the apples up off the ground.

Good times and memories.  Results of my first harvest:

Carrots, red and white beets, pickled cabbage
more carrots and turnips
Carrots and turnips
Pitting and freezing sour cherries

 

 

 

 

Jam, mincemeat, and beets

I also put up a case of pumpkin soup, loads of pickled cucumbers, green beans, and I froze tons of kale and chard.  As I am posting this in 2019, I don’t remember everything I harvested or canned that year, but thankfully, I had some photos.  But it was a bountiful year, and a very successful first harvest.  Mom was proud.

Iris Spring 2018

These Iris were from an “exotic” blend I purchased from Breck’s bulbs. Baboon bottom, Zebra stripe, Tiger, and blue batik. They were supposed to be spotted and stripped. They came out as pictured. I complained to Brecks and they sent me a new shipment. They also did not show their stripes. sigh. They’re still quite pretty.
Iris Spring 2018 (If I can remember the variety, I’ll update later.)
These Iris were moved last fall from the base of the south berm, street side. The carpet juniper over took them. I didn’t expect them to bloom, but their first year after transplant was surprisingly pleasing. White alium is in the foreground, and blooming red twig dogwood in the background.
Gypsy Queen Spring 2018
Midnight Black Iris Spring 2018
The yellow and white Iris in this bed are a gift from my Mother.  She planted these Iris in her garden in San Jacinto Ca. in 1972. (I think she got them from her Mother’s garden, but I’m not completely sure about that.) She took some with her to Salt Lake City Ut in 1974. When I bought my first house in 1989 she sent me some in a box, to Aurora CO. When I moved to my current, and permanent home here in Brighton CO, I of course, took them with me. These Iris have a long and loving history.