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With the amazing sufferance of the SuperZoodle, I went to a nursery this morning. I went to browse.

Schya. Browse. Right.

I came away with:

* a Lemon Lights azalea - couldn't resist its beautiful peachy-salmon colour.


* a dappled willow - I tried to grow one of these from a twig Vesey's sent me and was disappointed when it died; I saw some at Loblaws but they were kind of twiggy and scorched-looking; so I couldn't resist when I saw much bushier healthy-looking specimens this morning.


* a Hillside Black Beauty bugbane, aka Black Snakeroot - been meaning to pick one of these up for a while, actually.


* some pink thrift to go with the white thrift I bought yesterday.


I hereby declare a two-week freeze on plant-buying. No more plants for me until June 19!

Garden FAIL

While shoving potted plants around, trying to figure out where I should put them, I realized that I couldn't remember how big the magnolia was going to get. The number that sprang to mind was 6-8 feet, but I figured it would be wise to double check.

Well, I just did. The one I have is a Leonard Messel, and apparently those bastards eventually reach around 25' ... after 10-15 years they're hitting around 18'.

They are, of course, stunning when full-grown. But where the hell am I going to put a tree that gets to be as tall as the house?? And how did I fail to notice this problem? I could have SWORN I looked this up before. Well, I suppose I have plenty of room in the front yard, and I can start a new garden bed around that foundation... of course at this point I need another garden bed like I need a hole in the head, I have WAY MORE THAN ENOUGH to keep me busy. Well, in a few years, maybe I'll start working on that. I can plant the tree, at least.

At least that solves my problem of how to fit the dappled willow and the magnolia in the same bed.