“Hey Pal. I’m glad yer here, ‘cause we’re about ta head off.”
“Head off? We gotta man the Saloon.”
“Nope. This is where we’ll start but this week we’re spons’rin’ a garden tour.”
“Ah, shift. Thinkin’ gard’nin’ ‘roun Carrot Ranch is gittin’ outta hand.”
“It’s a Garden Tour Pal. We’re goin’ ‘roun’ the world! We’ll start here at the Saloon then head east till we end up at the Carrot Ranch World Wide Headquarters, or CRWWHQ for short.”
“Might be shorter ta say Hancock, MI.”
“S’pose. Or Shorty’s place. Anyway, we’ll start here ‘cause here we are. Then I’m hopin’ folks’ll look’t the pictures here an’ click on the links ta see more a these gard’ners’ gardens an’ related writin’s.”
“Kid, the Saddle Up Saloon ain’t got a garden.”
“Sure it does. We got the Poet Tree offshoot a’growin’ in the back.”
“Seems a stretch. Got any pictures ta share?”
“Naw. Reckon folks has their own pictures in mind fer the saloon, I don’t wanna ruin their images. But here’s a buckaroo-ku regardin’ the poet tree:
deep rooted dreams grow
sky stroked visions branching out
far reaching embrace
Now let’s head east ta southwestern Pennsylvania an’ see what our own Poet Lariat’s up ta in her outdoors.”
“The one an’ only.”
Looking at my raised garden, folks might actually think I knew what I was doing. I’m winging it. I’ve got some Bok Choy, rainbow and yellow peppers, some herbs, and of course the lettuce. Watching these plants grow makes my heart sing.
entertain you; leaf
gonna be a
peas and q’s
I’ve always had flowers. Not always veggies. But one year I did try to grow strawberries and corn… and even asparagus! I’ve had veggies for a few years now. Not quite a potager garden. But just enough to keep me happy.
“Looks like Jules keeps the butterflies happy too.”
“That was nice Kid. I reckon lotsa folks keep a bit a garden ta keep ’em in fresh veggies and a bit a earthin’.”
“Yep. Hey, let’s drop in on our writer in Vermont as we head farther east on this here garden tour.”
“There’s somethin’ in bloom.”
“Thet ain’t a garden plant! Thet’s a wild Lady’s Slipper she found at the edge a where her lawn meets the woods.
“And thet’s jist driftwood!”
“She says she planted it there.”
“Hmmf. And what’s this? Closeups a her “lawn”? Some gardener.”
“Yep, bit of a let down. Let’s venture across the pond.”
“The stock pond? We goin’ ta Ernie’s?”
“Nope. We’re headed ta the UK. We’ll start at Sherri Matthews‘ place. Her garden grows in the West Country of England and in another life, in California.”
“Ya mean the reknown ranch hand and columnist, Sherri Matthews?”
“Yep. The memoirist. And gardener!”
I’ve always grown lavender, it’s good for the bees. And, so I learnt, good near roses to keep greenfly (aphids) away. I have a “Bee Hotel” in my garden. During our first national lockdown for three months in 2020 in the UK, we had glorious sunny weather. Confined to our homes unless for one hour of exercise and essential shopping/medical needs, our garden was a godsend, one I never take for granted. Watching the bees of an evening emerge from their winter hibernation was a true gift. Nature, unstoppable. See more on this HERE.
This rambling rose was my pride and joy in my previous garden. I created an archway with roses and jasmine, something I’d wanted for years. I planted the rose in a half-barrel I brought back from California when I left after twenty years there. I loved my archway, but when we moved to our present house three years ago, I thought of ways I might keep my barrel. To take it would mean cutting down the rose. I couldn’t do that. So I left it for the new owners. Let them have the joy of it. I found out from our previous neighbours that within weeks of moving in, the new people promptly tore it down, rose, archway, jasmine. The lot. I could have taken my barrel after all. Click HERE for more on this hope filled summer garden.
Said neighbours/friends brought us this rose as a housewarming gift when we moved to our present home, having left all my roses behind…for the new people. I planted it the following spring after our move. It’s called Tickled Pink. And I am tickled pink at its progress and beauty. It blooms three or four times a year, is disease resistant and brings stunning colour to the garden. Bloom where you’re planted, as I always say. As someone who learnt to grow roses in California and has left many behind, I know this to be true. I also discovered you can buy a pot of ladybirds (ladybugs) to sprinkle on your roses, a natural and safe way to keep aphids at bay.Click HERE for more on Ladybird, Ladybird, Fly Away Home.
“Oh that was well worth the trip. Ain’t we got some other green-thumbed Ranchers over here in the UK?”
“Yep. Here we are at Anne Goodwin‘s place.”
“Whoa. Ms. Goodwin’s also gardens on the wild side.”
“Yep. Read all about it and see more stunning photos HERE.
When we moved to this house over twenty years ago, I was most excited about the garden. Although I’d previously worked an allotment, I’d never had custody of shrubberies and trees. That first winter, we cleared a patch of ground for ten raised vegetable beds and another for fruit bushes, fenced-in to keep out the birds. Along with that and creating a pond and patio, we didn’t pay much attention to the grass. See more HERE.
“Kid, thet was purty dang purty. Glad we clicked the links. This is a great tour! Who do we see next?”
“Yet another ranch hand, the prolific Geoff Le Pard. He’s got some before and after shots to share with us.”
Thirty years ago we moved into this house (above) with a new born in tow. The house sits on a wide road on the outskirts of one of London’s remaining villages, Dulwich. Did we love the garden? In 1970, it had been laid out with a single terrace and central steps down to an oval lawn. Several of the mature trees we inherited (magnolias, silver birches and ornamental firs) were new then as were the many roses and peonies. We itched to work on it – our immediate predecessors had done nothing beyond the occasional lawn mow for the best part of two years – but we knew enough (courtesy of my mother) to sit back and see what came up in that first year.
The forget-me-nots are the many great grand-offspring of those that we saw that first year. We’ve moved many things, lost a fair few – the rhododendrons and azaleas have pretty much all gone now – and introduced many more. We’ve made a few structural changes but not many. I’m in the process of introducing a rainwater capture system to stop using potable water given a cautious assessment of the rain that leeches off our roof every year is in excess of 50,000 litres.
See more of Geoff’s gardens HERE.
“Hang onta yer hat, Pal. Now we’re headed down under fer a peek at Norah Colvin‘s garden.”
“Kid, we come a long way ta be viewin’ ‘Merican plants.”
“Norah got us good! Says this “garden” come from spilled bird seed! But worth it. Look’t her garden visitors Pal!”
“Them’s sure some exotic birds!”
“Thinkin’ we’re the odd ducks down ‘roun here Kid. Uh-oh. Hope Shorty don’t see these next visitors ta Norah’s garden. Them critters tend ta spook ‘er.”
“Speakin’ a Shorty thet’s where we’re headed next. We’ll end the Saloon’s first world wide garden tour at World Headquarters. An’ here we are!”
Look, there’s the front potager garden with them rabbits someone surprised her with!”
“Yep. An’ jist look’t ‘er bloomin’ bulbs.”
“Whoa! Look’t the color!”
“Thet ain’t flowers! Thet’s Shory’s cake!”
“Well it’s a celebration a all she’s been sowin’ an’ growin’ so we’ll allow it.”
“This was a fascinatin’ tour, Kid. I injoyed gittin’ out an’ seein’ how other ranch hands garden an’ all. But ya know what?”
“Yep. We’re homesick. Let’s git back ta the ranch.”
Thank you Jules Paige, Sherri Mathews, Anne Goodwin, Geoff Le Pard, Norah Colvin and Charli Mills for takin’ part in this debut garden tour.
If asked, Pal & Kid will deny that they spill from the pen of D. Avery. They claim to be free ranging characters who live and work at Carrot Ranch and now serve up something more or less fresh every Monday at the Saddle Up Saloon. If you or your characters are interested in saddling up to take the stage as a saloon guest, contact them via firstname.lastname@example.org.