Evelyn's Find

Several years ago, Dad did some logging on his property.  He cut down a lodgepole pine that was crowding a western larch.  When the pine fell away, he noticed that the larch had an unusual, weeping form.  He told me that he wanted me to name it Evelyn's Find, after his friend Evelyn, who found the tree to be particularly delightful.

I was skeptical, as I mentioned in a previous post.  I couldn't tell if the weeping habit was just due to having been shaded out by a larger tree.  For the past several years, I've been on the fence about this one.

The other day, I happened to notice it.  The light was fading, so a good picture wasn't really possible with my phone.  I took the picture anyway. (I'll try getting a better one later.)

The branches gracefully weep, and have a spidery outline.  This tree has some potential, and needs to be grafted and observed further.

I think it is time to propagate 'Evelyn's Find'

A Good Sign

Last year, I noticed a variegated leaf on my witch hazel.

This spring, the first two leaves from that shoot were plain green.  Then, the following leaf developed.

The question now is whether all the leaves will be like that, or just one leaf every third time :)

Either way, I think it will be a good plant.

As I've said before, only time will tell!

Cherry Broom

I've been at my new job a couple of years now.  One of the best parts about it is that I get to drive to work on country roads every day.  When you drive along the same stretch of road, you get plenty of opportunities to spot unusual plants.

In the middle of last year, I discovered a broom in a hardwood tree on the road to work.  I would see it every day for a few months before I stopped to see what species it was.  It is on a treacherous stretch of road with very little room to pull over.

It turns out that it is a cherry tree- Prunus avium.  This species is from Europe, but it has naturalized in the US in places with suitable climates.  The wild ones grow into large forest trees with smaller fruit than cultivated varieties.

Here it is from a different angle.  

Last winter, I collected scions to store in the refrigerator until spring.  When I brought them out to graft, however, I saw that they had already come out of dormancy.  I grafted them anyway, just in case.  They failed.  I've found that plants will sometimes come out of dormancy at the right time, even when they are being held in a constant cold temperature in the refrigerator.  It makes me wonder what other cues in the environment trigger the internal clock of plants.  Had it already begun the process in late winter, so it just followed through?  Or does it just somehow count the days?

Luckily, fruit trees are much easier to graft than conifers.  I will have a second chance to graft this plant again in late summer.  At that time of year, I can do bud grafting, which is actually easier.  I have a much better success rate with Prunus while using this kind of grafting. 

I have to ask myself if brooms like this one, or the plum I found a couple of years ago, will yield anything useful at all.  There are many ornamental cultivars of cherries and plums.  These, if they even bloom- will have simple, single flowers.  As I'm writing this, I wonder if these brooms could be useful for dwarfing rootstocks.  Or perhaps I could use them as breeding stock to cross with the more ornamental varieties that already exist.  When you combine plant hunting with breeding projects, it seems that there are so many possibilities- far more than one can explore in a lifetime.

Raw Materials

Sometimes, I find a mutation that isn't spectacular.  Normally, I might collect a cutting and just see how it does in the garden.  I may just let it grow there as an oddity.

Well, to be honest, it isn't like I am commercially producing these plants.  I have shared a few of them- but mostly, they just sit in my garden.  I have fantasized about starting a nursery, filled with odd forms of native plants- probably after I retire.  I don't know if such an enterprise would be very lucrative, but it might give me something to do when I'm an old man.

In the meantime, I just do this for fun.  I share my findings with friends and other plant geeks.  My understanding of the patent laws with plants is that you can't patent something you found in the wild.  If you spent effort breeding it, or it is a mutation you find among your cultivated plants, however, it is possible to patent the clone and make money from it.  Doing that doesn't seem likely to be worth the effort, unless you develop something really fucking amazing.

I have a few plant breeding projects going.  Hopefully, one will produce something spectacular in the future.  Mostly, I just want the satisfaction of making something spectacular.  it would be cool to see something in other people's gardens- people I don't even know- and be able to say, "oh yeah- that's my plant."

About 10 years ago, my friend Janet and I visited a stand of wild camas- Camassia quamash.  It is a native bulb in the lily family that was a food staple for North American native people.  I ate one once- raw.  It tasted like creamy dirt.  I wonder if I could sometime get an indigenous person to show me how you are supposed to cook them...

Wow.  I'm rambling this evening.  Allow me to get back to the point...

We found a camas with light blue flowers.  The petals had darker centers, and lighter color on the margins.  I collected the plant, since it was an interesting variant.  It wasn't particularly striking, but it was a cool flower.

A couple of years ago, I bought a pink-flowered Camassia leichtlinii (a larger species) from a vendor at a plant sale.  He had found it while plant-hunting, and had propagated loads of them to sell.

Three years ago, I decided to try crossing the pink-flowered one with my odd, light-blue form. Of course my light blue form died right after setting seed.  Damn it.

I've been waiting to see the flowers of the offspring until this week.  I have half a dozen plants, and one of them bloomed this year.

So far, the results aren't exactly jaw-dropping.  It could be my imagination, but I think I see some possibility in this line of breeding, however.  As the other plants start blooming next year, I will cross them.  In such crosses, the F2 hybrids are when you start to see variation.  My eventual goal would be bi-colored flowers.  I would like to see pink on the outside margins of the petals with a blue streak down the middle.  You can see a subtle version of that in these flowers.  A few generations of breeding might make that really pop out.

At any rate, projects like this give me something to work on during times when I can't find any new mutations.

The Return of the Light

It has been a long, wet winter.

We had repeated ice storms, and wind strong enough to tear shingles off my roof.  I have had a rough time of it this year.  I tend to have trouble getting through the last few months of the winter anyway, and this year's crappy events- from the election of an idiot to the death of my father- have made getting through it all the more arduous.  

Spring has come late.  While looking at photographs of my garden in years past, I have noticed how delayed the season is.  For example, my asian pear was in full bloom on March 21st a few years ago.  This year, it didn't reach full bloom until mid-April.  

I have probably never been so glad to see the spring flowers come up in my garden.  As the days grow longer and I spend more time out in the garden, it is almost like I can feel life flowing back into my body.  

Even though it is still almost as rainy as it is in the middle of the winter, I adore the longer daylight hours.  My drive home from work is through a river canyon which is shady and dark in the winter.  One day I counted ten waterfalls on my drive home, however. 

Last week, as I was driving through the river canyon, a flash of yellow jumped out at me from the cliff beside the road.  It looked quite similar to the bright yellow foliage of various landscaping shrubs around town, so I didn't really  notice it at first.  At some point over the next few days, I realized that it was growing out of the side of the cliff- not near anyone's yard or garden.

Today I stopped.  

It is a Philadelphus lewisii- our native mock orange.  As a kid, this was one of my favorite plants; its heavy, sweet fragrance was bewitching.  (Oh fuck- I used one of those words that fluffy garden writers use.  I fucking hate that style of writing.  Gross.)  

While there are plenty of cultivars of the Eurasian species of Philadelphus, there are not many of our native species.  I'm cautiously optimistic about this plant.  The foliage is luminous- it grabs your attention from the side of the road.  There is always the chance that the plant is sick, however.  I don't remember seeing herbicides being sprayed on that road, but I may have failed to notice.  Sometimes I've seen plants develop a sickly yellow color after they've survived 

This plants looks pretty healthy, however.  

I took cuttings and stuck them this evening.  If it takes, I may name it something cheesy but fitting, such as 'Return of Light'.

Wish me luck.