I worked on improving our shade garden this spring. I bought Pulmonaria Lungwort and a list of other shade
happy campers whose names I have since loosed to the cosmos (assuming both the
plants and I would get along well enough without them). Two of these plants, I now
recall, were a variety of Japanese primrose, for which I have great hopes because I like
they way they look in flower and if they bloom in our shade border I will do a little vernal dance.
The shade
border was looking promising -- before two things happened. The first is we had the
house re-shingled. The border is close to one of the sides of the house where
men in boots spent a great deal of time moving heavy ladders latterly along the
ground and at times erecting scaffolding. The job went on twice as long as expected
-- rain happened; capacitors faltered; temperatures rose -- and the border looked like a battleground when they were at last done. Pachysandra, the
hardiest of warriors, suffered gaps in its ranks.
It was
then, in recovery mode -- pachysandra replanted; old nails and little slices of
shingle sieved out of the dirt -- that I decided to plant the new
acquisitions mentioned above, happy in their anonymity since their pedigree derived
from the wonderfully prosperous garden where I acquired them.
But I had forgotten
about the tree guys. I've been trying to have some trees trimmed since last
November in order to let in some more sun in certain areas in the garden, the in raised vegetable garden where my annual food-givers starve for lack of sufficient
light.
The tree
trimmers eventually arrived on a date made so long ago I had half forgotten
about it until they showed up: July 15. A worse date to climb trees, drop heavy
branches onto the ground and drag them through the shade-tolerant groundcovers and perennials could not have
been imagined. The temperature soared into the mid-nineties.
The guys
with the chainsaw and the long-handled clippers did a bang-up job trimming the
lower branches out of three trees I wanted thinned to keep them off the house and let in the sun I wanted. But the guys
removing the fallen branches dragged them away through the shade border, the row of hostas, the vine roses and stands of berry bushes, leaving
a battleground behind. The casualties included flowering shade tolerant plants I'd
introduced into the border with high hopes two years before. The native plant nicknamed "fairy
candles" had its lights put out for this year. I'm hoping it survives to
try again next year.
To make
matters worse, the damaged shade area was suddenly exposed to a lot more sun at the
hottest time of the year, the beginning of eight straight days of ninety-plus
and high humidity. Hot, dry weather is the worst part of the growing season for
damaged plants to try to recover in. They're still trying. Some never will.
So, since
it's time to go back to the drawing board, let's take a look at the Kennedy Gardens list of
shade plants for summer: "We have Actea, Arisaema, Aruncus, and Astilbes,
Hellebores, Hostas and Heucheras, Polemonium and Polygonatum, not to mention
Gallium, Gaultheria, Euonymus, and Oxalis."
Let's
meet a few of these candidates and find out who they are.
Actaea
racemosa (see top photo to left) is a species of flowering plant of the family Ranunculaceae,
known by the common names of black cohosh, black bugbane, black
snakeroot, and -- the one I like so much -- fairy candle. (See the sad
lament above.) It is native to eastern North America, one of my goals is to
acquire more native plants, and it had flowered nicely with light, bushy,
woodsy-looking flowers last year. This year after the attack one branch with
a few sun-burned leaves remained. Condition: life support. Just yesterday I noticed
signs of resurrection; a new branch, a few new leaves. I do like this plant.
Arisaema
triphyllum (second photo left) is a highly variable species as you can tell by its
great variety of common names: jack-in-the-pulpit,
bog onion, brown dragon, Indian turnip, American
wake robin, or wild turnip. The
"triple" part of its name derives from its groupings of three
leaves growing together at the top of one long stem produced from the plant's corm. Recently I was treated to the show of an exorbitant jack-in-the-pulpit (the one name out of this evocative set of folkish appellations I recognize) growing in
the "woodland glen" (my description) of the same garden from which I
acquired the primroses and other shade-tolerant plants mentioned above. The
plant was as tall as I was. The flower depicting "jack," whoever
he was, surrounded by his three-leaved pulpit, appeared surreally rendered
with a dash of Salvador Dali.... At present, I don't have any of these, but I am
feeling a need.
Investigating the plant Aruncus (third
photo) online, a genus of "clump-forming herbaceous perennial plants,"
I discover that one of its species, Aruncus diocius, is also called Goatsbeard
-- and bingo! We've got it. I planted this shrub some years ago in a
"woodsy" spot by the back fence under a tall shade tree where the
ground is covered by English ivy, vinca, lamium and a helping of pachysandra
(around the roots naturally) because this plant was advertised as shade-tolerant and so far it has lived up to its reputation. Remind me to
fertilize it and give it a good watering out of gratitude.
With Astilbes (fourth photo), we are
also on familiar ground. These are more popular and more widely grown by
backyard gardeners than any of the others mentioned so far. Researching, I
learn that 18 species in this genus are grown "for their large,
handsome, often fern-like foliage, and dense, feathery plumes of flowers" (Wikipedia).
We grow them in part-shade areas where they blossom with the bright
red and yellow flowers gardeners like, so I can't vouch for their
degree of full-shade tolerant. However in the Berkshire woods my in-laws have a handful
of these that flower brightly under the trees, if only for a couple of weeks.
Alas, we
are only through the "A" plants, alphabetically speaking, of shade-flowering
plants and I already have my work cut out for me. We'll come back to this
topic when the need to know more overcomes my itch to get my hands dirty once more.
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