The catbird sings….

I heard him early one morning last week before I saw him. The male gray catbird (Dumetella carolinensis), hidden in the tall white pines, sang a symphony of beautiful sounds. Related to the mockingbird, a bird that artfully mimics the sounds of other birds, the catbird’s vocal ability is even more melodic and varied, a gift that we enjoy from dawn to dusk.

catbirdKnown to prefer thickets and shrubs, our pair announce their arrival with their familiar cat-like ‘mews,’ hopping through vegetation and arriving at our back yard where the sunflower seed feeder is their destination.

The birds are gray overall with a splash of bright rufous feathers beneath the tail. They sport a black cap atop their heads. They often fluff their feathers, droop their wings and cock their tails high from the railing of the deck.

catbird. Although there is no difference in appearance, the more cautious catbird may be the female who waits patiently as her mate boldly claims the bird feeder.

.catbirdKnowing that they are mainly insect eaters, the sunflower seeds may be temporary nourishment until insects are plentiful. But I do hope they are nesting nearby and will continue to visit and shower us with mews and territorial melodies.

Anything but crabby: the crabapple

Crabapple trees (Malus sp) are lighting up our neighborhood this week. Shades of rich pink and dazzling white dot the landscape and are buzzing with activity from bees and birds. Old bird nests are wedged in the junction of branches, and birds, especially robins, are busy inspecting them, and applying fresh twigs to reinforce the weary nests of last year if not too far gone.

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bumblebeecrabapplecrabapplewhite crabappleRelated link:

A Tidewater Gardener: Norfolk Botanical Garden “Grandmother Malus”

Marsh Marigold: A light in the forest

marsh marigoldWith a stream running through the woods that surround us, Marsh Marigold (Caltha palustris), is prolific along the wettest sections of the forest floor. A member of the buttercup family, the flower’s sepals are a vibrant yellow with bees and other insects buzzing all around the early bloomer; a good source of nectar and lovely to behold!

I’m not his mother, but…

…when mister gardener offered to treat me to an early Mother’s Day lunch today, I was all for it. On Mother’s Day tomorrow, we dine with family so on this breezy and wet Saturday, we made our way into town to sample yet another local restaurant.

Blue Moon Evolution has been recommended to us since we moved to New Hampshire over a year ago. The restaurant has a fine reputation for serving fresh, organic, and local foods with superior service. Once a small natural foods market and café, the evolution into a restaurant in 2010 seemed only natural.

The restaurant has garnered numerous awards since opening and is designated a certified local restaurant, one of only four New Hampshire restaurants to receive the award for living the local food movement using local and organic as much as possible. We’re also learning more about the speaker series and classes offered to educate the community about food supply and healthy living.

We were greeted and seated in a cozy table for two adorned with crab apple blossoms, freshly picked.

IMG_3675And on the windowsill were a variety of small rocks and pebbles that tempted us to design our own miniature cairns.

IMG_3677When we saw that the restaurant had won the 2013 New Hampshire Magazine readership poll for best soups, we decided the hot soup and half Nantucket Sandwich would be the perfect choice on this cool spring day.

Mr. Gardener ordered the Cream of Broccoli and Asparagus and I thought the Roasted Pepper and Tomato Purée sounded delicious. Both soups were divine.

IMG_3690Our server explained that the restaurant is transformed into a fine-dining atmosphere for the evening meal complete with white tablecloths, fresh flowers and candlelight. On the menu are local meats and seafood with local brews at the bar. You can bet we’ll be back for that!

Don’t Eat the Fuzzy Ones….

“Don’t eat the fuzzy ones!”  As I pointed my camera toward the fronds of spring ferns, I heard a passerby call that warning. ‘Tis the season for ferns and they are unfurling all over moist wooded areas here. As I prowled the woods, I was keeping my eye open for the sought after ostrich fern (Matteuccia struthiopteris) fiddlehead, a fairly elusive delicacy that is available for about 3 weeks each spring. Their fiddleheads, the young, tender coiled tips that resemble the end of a fiddle, are about an inch across on a smooth stem, but not fuzzy… as I was warned.

I’m not sure what I’d do if I found the ostrich fern. Would I harvest them or photograph them? We bought some ostrich fern fiddleheads at the grocery last spring and we thought those tasted a little like…. uh…. grass. Maybe we prepared them incorrectly but I think I’d rather photograph them than eat them.

It’s the time of year for ferns to emerge. The fuzzy fiddlehead of the bracken fern (Pteridium aquilinum), perhaps the most widespread fern in the word, is said to look like eagles’ claws. It is one I would avoid eating since it contains contains high levels of carcinogens. Cooking reduces the carcinogens but some remain.  These fiddleheads are widely eaten across Japan.

Bracken Fern.

BrackenFernAnother common fern populating the woods around us is the cinnamon fern (Osmunda cinnamomea). These wooly fiddleheads are edible but I read that few people actually dine on them. Deer eat them raw without problems, but folks should cook them remove mild toxins that could cause indigestion.

Cinnamon Fern.Cinnamon FernFerns and other natives are beginning to put on a show in the woodland landscape around us and we are enjoying the performance.

Field Horsetail

Because someone asked about the somewhat bizarre looking plant in a photo from my last post, I decided to add a little more on the field horsetail (Equisetum arvense), the only living genus in the class. It is strange looking because it is an actual living fossil. Like ferns and club mosses, the plant dominated the Earth at the end of the Devonian period where it grew gigantic, up to 100 feet tall. Horsetails were there millions of years before the dinosaurs roamed the Earth and eventually became our thick beds of coal.

The fertile stems that look a little like tan asparagus appear in early spring. Lacking chlorophyll, these spears launch dust-like spores from the cones at the tip, then wither and die back.

The cones of the spore laden stalks are called stroboli. Spores are launched from here into the wind to establish new sites.

The fertile cycle is swift, then followed by…..

…..sterile green stems with whorls of feathery modified leaves at the nodes. These stalks are hollow with ridges at nodes along the stems.

Rub the plant between your fingers you will feel the tough, grainy texture of the silica contained in the tissues. Many campers are familiar with this plant for it has been long used on trails as eco-friendly abrasive pot scrubbers.

horsetailAlthough the perennial is common in North America, I have never seen such an invasion as I have here. Large sections lining pathways, ditches, and roads look like breeding grounds for miniature pine trees. The plant’s rhizome system is extensive both horizontally and vertically up to 5′ or more deep in the soil. If the ground is disturbed, new plants can appear from half inch sections left in the ground. Although a native plant with medicinal benefits, it is classified as invasive. It causes problems in orchards and landscapes, small fruit crops and nurseries, plus fields and pastures where it is toxic to some livestock, causing a condition called equisetosis.

But, on my walks I can’t help but stop and admire one of the oldest plants on the planet that has survived the ages simply because it is almost impossible to eradicate. It is here to stay….

Top Ten Signs of Spring

Everything seems to be springing back to life this week…  but you can never be too sure in New England. They tell me it could frost up until the last week in May.  On walks, I keep my eyes open for signs that the season really is here. Here are ten signs I saw recently:

10: Star Magnolia in bloom:

9: Bees are buzzin’

8: Azaleas popping:

7. Forsythia in bloom

6. Dogs swimming:

5. Phlox creeping:

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4. Canoes and Kayaks on the move:

3. The first goldfinch spotted:

2. Horsetail strobili spreading their spores:

1. And the number one sign that spring has arrived: No more frozen sheets!

Graffiti hits Exeter

But this is not your typical graffiti. It is called graffiti knitting or yarn bombing and it’s all been done in Exeter for a very good cause. Beginning on April 1 and running throughout the month of April, Exeter community groups tagged trees, hitching posts, the bandstand, fences, doors and signs with wonderful knitted, crocheted and felted creations. Sponsored by local businesses, all can donate to the fundraiser benefiting Womenade, an organization that provides financial assistance when it is not available through other sources.

Take a look at some of the amazing creations:

Pure Bliss at Dumbarton Oaks

Tucked into a quiet Georgetown residential neighborhood in Washington DC is Dunbarton Oaks, the home and gardens of the late Robert and Mildred Bliss. It was the gardens that I sought on a visit last week to recharge my batteries after a rather harsh first winter in New Hampshire.

Dumbarton OaksOriginally part of a land grant by Queen Anne in 1702, Mr. and Mrs. Bliss, purchased the estate in 1920, remodeled the 1800 era home and called it Dumbarton Oaks from the original Rock of Dumbarton land grant and the mighty oaks on the property.

IMG_3022Begining in 1921, Mildred Bliss began working with noted Landscape Gardener (as she preferred to be called) Beatrix Farrand for over 20 years to design the hillside garden retreat. Both women were well traveled and brought a European flair to the garden ‘rooms’ of Dunbarton Oak.

Strolling along the walks and through the terraced gardens with a sister from California and a brother and wife from Richmond, I felt I could have been touring Italian or English gardens filled with perennials, enclosed by high and low stone or brick walls, spring flowering trees, shrubs, vines and adorned with water features, fountains, seating areas, iron gates, urns, finials and vases.

LizWe began our adventure at the Arbor Terrace where a reflecting pool and an ancient wisteria with purple blooms dripping through a teak pergola framed a billowing cloud of chicken wire holding thousands of lead-crystal pendants. My California sister had expressly chosen this garden because of the “Cloud Terrace” display, the third in a series of temporary art exhibits by environmental artists. I must admit it was alive with movement, color, light, and sound. We sat beneath the wisteria pergola and watched as the sun appeared and disappeared and breezes moved the 10,000 crystals. A variety of colors twinkled and sparkled in the cloud and water.  Yes, we were awed by this work of art and were happy to be able to see it as it will be removed soon.

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wisteria I loved seeing the stone and brick steps and pathways adored with pink from crabapple, cherry, and magnolia tree blossoms. It was as if little flower girls had sprinkled them for a bride who will soon approach her groom in this spiritual place.

Our timing was perfect to witness the splendor of blooming Japanese Wisteria that tumbled over walls throughout the different garden areas. It was breathtaking.

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Japanese WisteriaThe Pebble Garden, a wonderful pebble mosaic sort of brought out the kid in me, enticed me to explore every curve and design. This was a later garden design, changing Farrand’s original design as the tennis court area.

Pathways ushered us from one garden room to the next. The Prunus Walk overlooked The Kitchen Gardens with attractive garden houses with terracotta tile roofs. Admiring the space, I thought of Thomas Jefferson who would have enjoyed exploring the vegetation in this garden.

The Prunus Walk of flowering plums stretched from the Herbaceous Borders to Cherry Hill. Beneath the trees grew a healthy groundcover of my favorite pink and yellow Epimedium.

Very Virginia, I felt at home on The Box Walk that took us gently down a 40-foot drop.

Walkways made from brick and stone designs continued around the estate leading us to various seemingly secret gardens.

We were happy to see that blooms seemed to be the theme on this warm spring day but I could tell that this was a garden for all seasons.

Just past peak blooms was Forsythia Dell, which must have looked like butter with an acre of happy forsythia melting down a acre of a hillside. Pathways led inside and above inviting visitors to discover a small terrace and seating.

forsythia hillBeautiful benches and seating areas were plentiful in almost every garden.

The Ellipse, a more formal garden containing an antique Provençal fountain surrounded by double rows of American Hornbeans, equally spaced and pleached to 16′ tall, invited us to explore.

Sculptor Patrick Dougherty’s “Easy Rider” stick creations gives movement to this peaceful but static garden space. This was fun for my California sister as she had played in one of Dougherty’s sculptures on a visit to Maui.

I love this: A private pool and terrace for employees and volunteers ONLY. How cool.

I hated to leave Dumbarton Oaks but it was approaching closing time. We exited the way we entered, along the drive on the East Lawn with the impressive spreading Katsura tree  (Cercidphyllum japonicum), planted in the 1800′s. Batteries recharged, we left with big smiles and appetites.

Any visitor to Washington DC who appreciates garden design is certain to enjoy the exquisite gardens of Dunbarton Oaks. It is 10-acres of pure Bliss.