I found myself in quite a quandary a couple of days ago. My Friday evening was spent, spade in hand, lifting perennials. How sublime, you’re thinking. Not really. I fit about three wheelbarrows’ worth of plants into one load. Very irresponsible, but quite efficient. What’s the quandary, woman, you’re now thinking. Well, the owner of the said perennials mentioned I could take as many as I wanted as she was moving and turning the house into a rental. The problem? I have nowhere to put them. At all.
On to new and totally unrelated topic: Fellow bloggers, have you ever checked under “Search Keywords” and discovered just what phrases tapped into a search engine led a person to your blog? It’s such fun! I often wonder if said person feels quite deceived when they land on my blog, as I’m sure the poor sap who searched for “buy miniature evergreens” did. No evergreens for sale here, my good man. In fact, you’d have a dickens of a time finding any in the state of Alaska. But I’d check Faltz Nursery if I were you….
I feel as a courtesy I should be attempting to answer at least some of the queries, and address (if humanly possible) the statements, however bizarre. (Long time readers know I make “bizarre” something of a specialty.) So without further blather, I give you actual, real examples of search terms that led people to my blog.
Search: When can I plant in the ground in Anchorage, Alaska?
Answer: The jaded Alaskan gardener in me wants to answer “about three weeks before the first snow flies” but I mustn’t be bitter, so instead I write: Wait a bit. The traditional planting out date is Memorial Day weekend (last weekend in May), so a couple of weeks yet for most ornamentals. For cheaters (like myself) as soon as the birch leaf out…so pretty much anytime now. Also, the soil in containers is warmer than the ground, so I plant my containers early as a general rule.
My lawyer tells me I need a disclaimer, so here goes. Disclaimer: Anchorage has had late frosts in June before, so you’ve been warned. Don’t blame me if you plant early and your heliotrope turns brown or your impatiens go to mush. It’s risky, I tell you, risky!
Search: What can I have in my yard that the moose won’t eat?
Answer: A grizzly bear, a blue tarp, or a rusted out Chevy Camaro. Old timers also swear by tall fences, junkyard dogs, and Plantskydd, a blood-based repellant. Good luck.
Search: “Sneezy” from Snow White psychological disorders
Answer: Blame your parents, kid, everyone else does. That’s what I get for writing a post about Snow White. Which coincidentally is my most popular post. Go figure. Here’s a tip- write a post about a Disney character, prominently mentioned in your title, and prepare to have all blog records broken. Disney isn’t a brand, it’s a cult. (If anyone has tips for visiting Disneyworld, let me know. I am being forced to go in October. I’ll need a double ration of Paxil.)
Search: “Garden whirligigs”
Answer: No thanks. But if they tickle your (ulp!) fancy, head down to Alaska Mill, Feed, and Garden Center. They have an unrivaled assortment. Hopefully my neighbors aren’t reading this. If they are, I say, “I am already dealing with your badly behaved dogs, don’t you dare add whirligigs to the mix!”
Search: snow garden pictures
Answer: If you figure out how to garden in the snow, let me know. I assume a snow garden picture is as easy to find as a documented sighting of a sasquatch. If you’re referring to strong design and lots of evergreens making a garden interesting under snow, well, why didn’t you say so?
Question: And just what did I do with that aforementioned barrow load of perennials?
Answer: There are nestled in a blue tarp, one on top of the other all higgledy piggledy inside the wheelbarrow. No fence to keep out bunnies and moose. No safe ground (we have some drainage issues and need to do some re-grading). At this point, I’m thinking a few bags of compost inside the abandoned dog run, heel in, water, and call it good. Or maybe I’ll search for “place to plant perennials when there is no place to plant” and land on one of your blogs….
Questions? Answers? Amusement park tips or horror stories?