A white-hot Rosemary which has grown too orotund as a topiary , efflorescence . This is acting now as a inventory flora , and now has many children which require to be repotted today . Having hunt out of big , clay pots , I needed to repot a Cameliia which fell off of a bench , and broke its pot . I find these sure-enough , wooden desk drawers ready to hand , and rather attractive , for now . They most likely will degenerate over a summertime or two , but I do love plants pot in wooden boxes . mayhap I will have some made - up from Mahogany so that they will last longer . One of our interspecific Clivia crosses , with buds . A rarefied geophytic Ornithogalum specie , Ornithogalum fimbriatum ‘ Oreandra ’ bloom on the cold , sill on a southerly expose rampart of the glasshouse . First of all , I had always wanted a nursery , and I already always loved wintertime , I think , even more than summer , which is odd for a nurseryman I know . I opine I loved winter because it give me a reason to be lazy , that my chore lean was shorter ( so I suppose ) and that that I found houseplants and greenhouses more realizable , less over - whelming than two Accho of vegetable garden , lawn , and circumvent to trim . When I built my nursery ten long time ago , I eff that I would love it , but what I did n’t gain was how much it would make me revel wintertime even more .
Here it is , mid January , and I ’m wearing rubber boots , I ’m muddy and there is malicious gossip under my nail . My jean are loaded from watering plants with a hose , and my short - sleaved tshirt is hot in the bright fair weather , and break from the mist and hose - splash . I ’m even sweating just a bit in the hot sun , and as I breath in the , warm moist , Osmanthus - scented atmosphere , I think about how I used to enjoy January . Sure , alfresco , it is just about freezing , a snatch of a January thaw , even . So outdoors it ’s pleasant enough to take a wage hike in the woods , or to go bird watching , but underglass , in the warm sunniness pot up cuttings for the summer garden , it feels a bit like a July afternoon . Just a bit .
The other thing I ’ve realise is that the greenhouse itself , has very distinct seasons of it ’s own . Starting in October , just as the big bath of tender works and legion potted specimens that have spent the summertime out of doorway are moved into the glasshouse , there is this groovy shift in atmosphere . In one day , the nursery becomes crowded and more damp with the addition of plant fabric that still has it summer lushness about it .
By November , just before Thanksgiving , most of our aboriginal tree ’s have dropped their leaves , and suddenly , practically overnight , the timbre of light changes . I notice this most on gay days , when the sun starts to set betimes , and the downcast slant , shines into nooks and crannies like no other fourth dimension of twelvemonth . By December , the greenhouse enters what I beleive is it ’s most vulnerable fourth dimension of year , which endure from around December 10th until January 15 , or so . During this time , around the winter solstice , the slant of the sun is so low , that full sun becomes limited , illuminating the greenhouse between 9:00 am and 2:30 pm because of our abundant mature trees , that give our stead that very park - like setting . I sit the greenhouse purposely during this period , looking for the unadulterated location in January that would offer the long lineal sun .
But by mid January , one notices the sidereal day becoming longer , and on sunny days . the sunshine is bright enough to disappear any ice and snow on the cap , often heat the interior to a very loony 80 degrees . By Valentines Day , in mid - February , the greenhouse feel much like mid - May . With most lightbulb and works from the Southern Hemisphere now achieve superlative bloom . March becomes like June , and suddenly , one notices the seasons all blurring , and I rarely complain about he wintertime opinion so long any longer . The tender Primrose experience as Primula x kewensis , which I started from seed , is bug out to pull out of it ’s short dormancy period , with bud emerge , I must off all of the idle and yellowed foliage , so that the crownwork does n’t waste , and so the well farina’d leaves can spring up into healthy rosettes . A stem with flower bud starts to emerge on the Primula x Kewensis .
All cleaned up , the can of Primula x Kewensis gets relocated to the front of the glasshouse , where it can get more winter Lord’s Day . Typically , it spends its time on the cold ground in the back of the greenhouse tardily maturing . So , here we are , mid - January , and on a cheery , January thaw day like today , I can play in the greenhouse in shorts and tshirt . This was the first weekend where underglass , if felt , and smelt like spring . I found it pleasant enough to take fourth dimension organizing the back potting bench , and I repotted a tray of cuttings which I hastily took on a cold , October evening just before a killing frost . The many Salvia coinage , geranium and abutilon are now all settle down , all with very petty effort beyond cut back with whatever tongue I could incur , and some previous filth in an even one-time plastic tray . I also shoot a number of cuttings off of a large topiaried White - flowered Rosemary , which I was going to let freeze , although I still bring it into the nursery for now . It ’s too woody and needs to be let go . I admit that I seldom take the prison term to carry through the wintertime , such summer stock , opting to buy new plant material each saltation . But the cost savings is now so great , that I really call for to take the time , and spring up a turn on managing carry - over stuff . This weekend , I also went to Logee ’s Greenhouses to visit and pick up some plants , and now when I see to cost of even a uncomplicated Euryops , I can well compute that just this one tray of cuttings , has resulted in a few hundred dollar worth of flora for the summertime garden . And , the copiousness of certain variety of Salvia will tolerate me to plant larger drift , resulting in a more impressive garden . A Rosemary cut , becomes a baby topiary . This snowy bloom form will be trained to become a potted topiary form , since the parent works has grow too woody . Seeds of other genus find their way into other pots , all the time . Here , a Cyclamen coum grows in a hatful of Narcissus ‘ Mineo ’ , and N. romieuxii cross . I find this sort of behavior magical , and seldom will repot trust that mother nature sows plants in places well than I could ever imagine . Probably why these plants tend to grow good than the ones I ’ve sow . A tropic Rhododendron , a Vireya species from Borneo , has sent out a few flowers on this sunny , wintertime daytime .
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