Find the Sweet Spot, Feel the Crape Myrtle Bass

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Camera found, charger fixed, images offered.

Brain still slow at moment  in terms of writing about garden stuff, so bear with me.

This pic gets me. The orangy maple and the red crape myrtle look like they have entwined into a heart.

Crepe myrtles (Lagerstroemia) were entirely new to me when I moved down from New York, which is just a touch too cold for them. I have to admit, when they are allowed to get too sprawley I'm not sure I like them. It was seeing one in a friend's garden that turned me on to them.

A friend, Carrie Borgenicht has a lovely walled garden in South Philly and in the back, against the wall is a large lavender crepe myrtle. She has pruned it into a small multi-trunked tree, with the trunks forming long-stemmed curves up into foliage and bloom.Here is a picture of it on the left.

Inspired by the example of her garden, I put a crepe myrtle into my dream garden, and waited till I could find one I liked on sale.  End of season on sale, at the now expired Waterloo Gardens, I saw what I was looking for. I think my cultivar is Dynamite, the first true red to be hybridyzed (yes, sometimes I cannot resist.) Originally crape myrtles were only in soft colors. On the left you can see how I've trimmed up one of the trunks and made its charm focal with ornament.

At one point, around when I bought the myrtle, I actually thought I could limit myself to a red and white garden with maybe just a little pink thrown in (Hah)!  I am now glad for that happily failed idea--since it made me include strong color in the garden. 

Once red or orange is a presence in the garden,  things become  dynamic. It is too easy to do a pastel garden that fades out in bright sunshine. Philly is not tropical but it has intense, bright summers. For me intense colors seem right Or maybe I just like the challenge of putting together a lot of strong elements and  making them work.

There is part of me that thinks of the garden as music. Deep red, like the dark foliage in the  photo below, is the pulsing bass.

Plump white zings are the lead guitar

Pink and lavender are the middle instruments like rhythmn guitar and piano.

 Yellow, orange, peach and brown are the drums.

Blue is for moments of esctasy. 

Green is the whole range of aural frequencies

So, for me, one way to describe garden-making is to find a melody within, and then add outer harmony without letting it all go dull. Let it out, let it sing, make it real

Humidity on the Brain

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My mind is lazy as blue mud.

Inspiration minimal, camera woes continue and humidity is taking the humanity out of me. Want ocean. Want cool pellucid waters.  Want this--

 Got this instead, which granted, looks pretty good, even if it is an old pic from a few summers ago.
 

It shows a then small Pee Gee hydrangea on the left. If I had a camera you could see that he Pee Gee is now a tree a story high, 8 feet in breadth, and covered in long white blossoms that overhang upright red bistort (Persicaria amplexicaulis 'Firetail,) a stand of which is pictured below.

Its a good combination. Add in, to the right and behind, a now two story tall, red crepe myrtle blooming like all heck, some white bistort (not sure of the variety) around the bowling ball bird bath,

And the orangy-chartruse red maple in front. It all works. ... as a recent pic would show.

I am researching a new camera, and I hope that in a few weeks I will be able to offer fresh pics. Till then I cannot decide whether I should try my best to keep things going or take an August hiatus.


Part of the fun of a blog is its immediacy. Using old, second-rate pics does not feel immediate.



Plus I have fallen in love with taking pictures. And am in withdrawal. Being able to make images gives me words. My childhood love of picture books is returned, made even better by added adult capabilities. 

 

So, I would rather be playing with goats on an Northern isle with a camera tucked in my pocket than here, but here I am and must remind myself not to be blinded to the beauty I am lucky enough to enjoy.

Above is one of the last shots I took with my dime store camera before it broke down. 

Till less humid times...