While much of the rest of the country has already experienced autumn, fall color usually peaks in the last few weeks of November here in east Texas. We haven’t even had a hard frost yet, though the forecast suggests that is coming Tuesday morning. With the arrival of cooler temperatures and shorter days, plants turn brilliant colors of red, orange, yellow, purple and a myriad of variations between. Our autumn show was pretty strung out over the past few weeks, and below are some of my favorite plants for fall color. You’ll see that many of them are Rhus and Acer with a few other colorful characters that follow. Maybe if you are looking for adding more fall color to your garden, you’ll get some inspiration from the images.
Thanksgiving Snowdrops
Thanksgiving makes me think of snowdrops because the weekend after the holiday my friends and I would travel to Hillsborough, NC to see one of the rare forms of Galanthus at Montrose, a historic garden tended by Nancy Godwin. While most snowdrops typically start flowering later in winter, these autumn snowdrops (Galanthus elwesii var. monostictus) can be in full flower sometime around Thanksgiving, a full month or two earlier than other Galanthus.
My friends Alice, Keith, and Kim traveled with me on my last trek to see snowdrops while living in Raleigh in 2013. The weather that Sunday afternoon was lovely. Nancy described the mid-fifties with a sunny, bluebird sky as a “miracle,” and with it and good conditions over the past few weeks, the snowdrops were looking superb.
We were some of the earliest of the sixty or so visitors to descend on the garden for the snowdrop walk, and our prompt arrival ensured us Nancy as our head guide.
As we approach the back of the garden, excitement began to build as THOUSANDS of snowdrops come into view.
Nancy was keen to lead us along the path to highlight her favorite views, which finally crescendoed into us seeing the plants with the sunlight to our backs and the snowdrops in our front, a perfect angle for the light to play off the flowers well. She tells us that in 1987 she acquired 12 bulbs from a local seed store for less than a dollar, and by happenstance they were this rare variety. She started the mass planting seen above in November 2002 and has helped it enlarge via division. She made the comment that she’s glad she bought the bulbs. We are, too.
The snowdrops don’t stop here. We are then lead through the woods where a large, long drift—perhaps a 1/10 of a mile long—has been planted, and along the path Nancy points out a few Cyclamen coum that have just started flowering. However, most need not be in bloom to be attractive as the leaves on some cyclamen appear as if ornately arrayed shields of green, gray, and white.
For me, snowdrops mark a turning point in the year, evidence that even though winter is here, spring approaches. Many gardeners are fascinated by these winter bloomers to the point of obsession. I’m not there yet, but I hold with Christopher Lloyd as he wrote in Garden Flowers, “We all of us need more snowdrops in our gardens”, and “[s]nowdrops are graceful, welcoming, sheer delight, and I fail to see how one could have too many of them.” If you’ve never seen them before, the pictures included here will certainly help. When visuals are absent, I describe the plants as diminutive street lights, the white perianth dangling from six-inch scapes, much like a lantern might have hung from posts in days of old.
The lantern comment brings to mind a story I once heard in a sermon. Robert Louis Stevenson as a child was sickly. One evening, the nurse came to check on him and found him sitting near the window watching the lamplighter. The nurse hastened him to get back in bed, but he was mesmerized by the lamplighter who he said was “poking holes in the darkness.” For me that’s what snowdrops do. They poke holes in the darkness of winter, and having some that bloom early like these autumn snowdrops and some that bloom late can make sure that all of winter is a little brighter in our gardens.
Notes from the Patch, November 2020
Just outside our garage—maybe 100 steps to the north—is a garden that we call the patch. It is surrounded by a double fence, mainly to keep out deer, boar, armadillos, and rabbits. This area is hard to just call it a vegetable garden because so much grows inside. Because of its security, I have planted many plants inside, and the patch houses a variety of perennials, cut flowers, carnivorous plants, and propagules. However, the back part is planted mostly with vegetables. I have to admit in the three years that we’ve lived here, this year is the best it has looked and the most productive it has been. I think it’s because the garden is finally settling into its own. I’ve had to take the design through a few iterations, mainly due to some rare flooding that can occur to make sure that the edibles are located out of the inundation zone. But, we are in the final layout where from here on out the bones should all be laid for the pathways and the beds.
Also, I have an organic matter system from collecting leaves on our 2.5 acres as well as bags of leaves sent to the curb in town. (Don’t worry. I always leave some leaves in our yard for my insect friends!) All of that organic matter is funneled to this garden.
But, another reason it looks good is because November is a time my fall vegetable garden reaches its zenith from the little warmth left of summer and the absence of a hard frost yet from winter. We have been delighted from all the produce we’ve harvested so far this winter from it.
I spoke to a group of gardeners with the Huntsville Botanical Garden earlier this week via a webinar about the joys of cool-season gardening, and I took a plethora of pictures of the patch for that presentation. I wanted to share a few of these photos with you so maybe I could even whet your appetite for gardening on the darker side of the calendar.
Plants Before Breakfast
I was teaching my nursery management students about marketing recently and how important it is to communicate the value and wonder of plants. I used to be of the mindset that plants are amazing and should be able to sell themselves. But, I read a fascinating article a few years ago that changed my mind that I shared with the class.
Titled "Pearls Before Breakfast" and authored by Gene Weingarten and a handful of Washington Post writers, it was about a mini-experiment that consisted of three parts.
Joshua Bell, one of the top violin performers of our time who gets paid over $1000 per hour.
A Stradivari violin that cost over $3 million. In fact, the article even kidded that Joshua took a cab a couple of blocks just because he was scared something would happen to it.
A large audience, over a thousand people in DC rush hour metro.
Their thesis, “in a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?” They would evaluate it by observing how many people would stop and how much would he make during this 45 minute performance. Such a performance by a famous musician with a priceless violin in front of such a large audience would likely be worth thousands and thousands of dollars.
Feel free to ponder, and scroll down for the answer.
$32.17. Thirty-two dollars and seventeen cents. In fact, $20 came from a lady who actually recognized him. In that time period he had 27 people stop and watch.
So, here you have one of the world’s most famous musicians playing a solo concert with a $3.5 million dollar violin to 1097 people. How was this lost on all those people? Joshua even commented, “I’m surprised at the number of people who don’t pay attention at all, as if I’m invisible. Because, you know what? I’m makin’ a lot of noise!”
Now, as a scientist I realize this case is an n = 1 situation. Perhaps they should have repeated it multiple days. But, I still think we can learn from this scenario.
Why didn’t people stop to appreciate this art?
Maybe people were in a rush to get to work and don’t have time.
Maybe people ignored the performer, conditioned from hearing other performers over the years.
Maybe the context was wrong for the place and the music.
Maybe people lacked the knowledge of how valuable this performance was.
Maybe people didn’t know the whole story.
So, what does this all have to do with plants? There’s this phenomenon called plant blindness where people are not immediately aware of plants in their environment. They pass them by without noticing, even though plants maybe benefiting them even though the people don’t realize it. Why don’t people see plants?
Maybe people are in a rush and don’t have time.
Maybe people are conditioned from seeing plants over the years.
Maybe the context is wrong for the place and the plants.
Maybe people lack the knowledge of how valuable these plants are.
Maybe people don’t know the whole story.
Now, perhaps there are evolutionary benefits to that blindness such as we learn to filter out things are are not friend or foe or food. But, we horticulturists have realized that plant blindness may explain why so many people don’t appreciate our work or the value of plants.
The take away from this article for me is that we can’t just stick plants out there and expect people to stop and appreciate them. It takes more.
While the article states there were two groups of people, those who stopped and those who didn’t, I’d argue that there is a third—a group of people who if they knew what was going on they would have paused at the marvel of it all.
We don’t need to try to get everyone to stop and appreciate plants. Just a few more. Perhaps through us being plant evangelists, by sharing how wonderful these photosynthetic creatures are in terms people can understand, and by sharing the incredible story of plants, we can remove the blinders and help people see.
Autumn at Montrose
One of the highlights while living in North Carolina was visiting Montrose in October, a garden tucked away in Hillsborough, NC. I loved visiting this time of year because the garden expanded my knowledge of plants that celebrated fall with their foliage and flowers.
Nancy and her husband Craufurd bought Montrose in 1977 to live there and enrich the gardens. The property had bones; it dated back to the 1800s when it Governor William Alexander Graham lived on the site and had his law office there. Now, Montrose is know for its unique collection of plants that provide four-season interest. Nancy is also well-known in the world of horticulture from her running Montrose Nursery from 1984 to 1993. I recall even seeing her name pop up in books occasionally as a renown expert on Cyclamen and other interesting perennials.
If you’d like to learn more about the garden, you can live a year in Nancy’s shoes by reading her book Montrose: Life in a Garden. It was one of my favorite reads during the evenings of graduate school. I loved the day-to-day garden life that she shared. But, for now, enjoy these photos and a few perspectives from an autumn visit to Montrose.
Muhly by Morning, Muhly by Day
Autumn is a time of swift change in the garden as plants scurry to have their last hoorah before frost, and it is beautiful watching them play with varying environmental factors. While much of these shifts occur over days or weeks, sometimes only a few hours can make the difference.
A few years ago I witnessed such change at Chanticleer with Muhlenbergia capillaris on a crisp autumn morning in October. I was back again in the Philadelphia area speaking to a crowd of 600 at the Perennial Plant Conference. Seeing the garden again was a nice comparison because I had just been there that summer for my guest gardening experience (Day 1, Day 2, and Day 3). I was most excited to see the elevated walkway and how it had developed through the season. This part of the garden was where I headed first.
The elevated walkway has a westward facing slope where even if the sun has been up for an hour or two, parts of it can still be shrouded in shadow. When I approached the overlook, the muhly left me breathless.
The panicles having soaked up the dew from the night now refracted light leaving little pink to be seen. It was like a fog and reminded me of the milky clouds in the valleys that I've seen so many times driving the Blue Ridge Parkway further south. And, having other plants like Eryngium yuccifolium and Kniphofia ‘Wet Dream’ emerging through the haze of plumes like otherworldly skyscrapers piercing stratus was a brilliant juxtaposition of plant heights and textures.
I've admired Muhlenbergia capillaris for many years, but this planting was the icing on the cake. I have no memory of seeing muhly grass when I was there earlier that summer. It is no surprise, though. Most of the growing season the plant is lost in the haze of chlorophyll. But, when it comes into flower, its mist of cotton candy pink becomes a beacon in the landscape and leads every eye towards it. It goes from nobody to a celebrity overnight, and now, everyone wants it.
But, just like fog, the effect burned off later in the day. I returned close to lunch to find the whole look had changed, and now I saw a totally different planting. The rose-colored muhly I've known for so long was back after the dew vanished. The sun was harsher now, and the towering plants blended into the landscape.
Such experiences remind me that we need to visit our gardens at all times of day during this darkening season. We never know what nature hath wrought for us nor how long these special moments will last.
Many of you emailed from my previous posts on Chanticleer about how you enjoyed the photos. Here are some more images from that trip for your viewing pleasure.
Fall Color at Graveyard Fields
I want to share with you one of the best leaf peeping experiences I’ve ever had. Every October while in grad school at NC State, I met my immediate family in the Gatlinburg area for a short reunion since it was halfway for us to drive. In 2013, we spent four days in Appalachian country for our annual autumn meet up. It was mid-October, too early for peak color, but that didn't keep us from having fun. Sadly, I knew that this trip would probably be our last for a while. I was finishing up my PhD, and to give you a sense of time, I didn’t even know about the opening for my teaching job at SFA yet.
As our great vacation came to an end and we said our goodbyes, I drove off and began to toy with the idea to take the four hour trek back to Asheville through the Smokies and then onto the Blue Ridge Parkway instead of the interstate. I-40 was a faster trip, but this scenic route offered the potential for more color and more time for autumn-flavored music like Fleet Foxes. Plus, with the completion of my graduate degree, I wasn't sure when I'd be back again to enjoy the mountains.
Driving through the Smokies, the color was hit or miss. It was the same on the parkway for a while until I hit jackpot just south of Asheville. A spectacular view of colorful foliage came out of no where like a childhood game of duck, duck, goose. Green, green, green, COLOR!!!
I was ready to jump out of my seat and out of the car; however, a parking spot didn't immediately present itself. As I passed the valley where the view opened up, I gasped the loudest gasp when I rounded the corner. "Next pull off, I'm coming back to see that again!" Then, I saw the Graveyard Fields parking lot ahead and realized that I was about to see something even better.
For those of you unfamiliar with this part of the Blue Ridge Parkway, Graveyard Fields (milepost 418.8) is a popular spot along the parkway. While internet sources vary on the origin of the name, one printed reference I found stated a large fire blazed some 25,000 acres in 1925 and left only stumps. The ghosts of the trees resembled tombstones in a graveyard (Logue et al., 2010). Now, small trees and scrub dominate.
The pull-off was a flutter with people who like me were hunkering for color in a green world. As I donned my hiking boots, one lady prepared a canvas for painting while a dozen or so young hikers made preparations for a hefty hike, evidenced by their backpacks and sleeping pads.
After snapping a few—ahem, a lot—of photos in the parking lot, I headed south along the parkway. The vantage point along the roadside was much better.
The best thing about images like these is the zoom function called trails, and whether worn or blazed anew, they offer the photographer and the gardener the chance to step out from behind the camera and go see every living pixel to comprehend the picture's underlying composition.
So, I zoomed to zoom in. Time was short since it was late afternoon, but I made it far enough along the trail to feel immersed in this beautiful creation. Sorbus and Acer species provided towers of color while the lower cover was ablaze with Vaccinium and Viburnum.
As I walked around, I soaked in as much as I could before the trip home. I recall thinking multiple times on this venture that if everyone could see this sight, they would all be naturalists or gardeners. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
I asked myself how can we as gardeners reproduce vistas like Graveyard Fields? What really made the view was diversity and repetition of that diversity. We can mass low shrubs like blueberries, scatter in a few herbaceous plants to rise up out of it and carpet the ground, and then put in a few trees for color.
Sadly, I had to leave and return to the car to finish my five hour journey back to Raleigh. But, I left so full of wonder and awe. I'm constantly amazed at how when I go into these natural places in the world how much of an impression they leave on me. And, I can’t wait to visit again.
Literature Cited
Logue, F. V. Logue, and N. Blouin. 2010. Guide to the Blue Ridge Parkway, 3rd ed. Mensha Ridge Press, Birmingham, AL.
Cajun Prairie
“I think there’s a prairie in Eunice,” Dawn Stover said as we drove past a sign indicating the Louisiana town a few miles ahead.
I replied, “Oh, really,” as I pulled out my phone to access Google maps to investigate. Sure enough, just north of town I found a large swath of green with the label Cajun Prairie.
It was last fall, October 2019. We were on our way back to Nacogdoches from the International Plant Propagators’ Society-Southern Region meeting in Louisiana, Dawn and I upfront and Dawn’s greenhouse technician Jordan Cunningham was in the back. “I’m fine to stop if y’all are,” I said. Both agreed, and I plotted a course.
At first, we unknowingly drove past the main ten-acre prairie. GPS took us to a random spot in the road, and we kept driving to scope out the site. North of the prairie, we found a gravel parking lot at a granary that we parked in off to the side. We hopped out and immediately started fending off giant mosquitoes. Well, I worse than Dawn and Jordan because I was sporting shorts. So, I shimmied some jeans on over the shorts and the bloodsucking ceased. But, such a trivial annoyance was worth it to see the field of yellow Helianthus and Solidago swaying in the breeze.
An 18-wheeler that needed to pull in where we were forced us back in the car, and we drove back to the south side of the prairie and found the parking lot for the main entrance. Here, we could see a narrow concrete path led off in both directions to allow visitors solid ground to enjoy the ecology. It ended up being a rectangle walk around the whole area so that visitors could fully appreciate the site.
The prairie was magical and wild on that cool, autumn day. The colors were spectacular for fall with flowers and foliage across the field glowing under the drab sky.
I saw many flora friends like Pycnanthemum tenufolium, Helianthus angustifolius, Arnoglossum ovatum, and Liatris pycnostachya. I delighted in the color echos between the plant life and the urban sprawl. There was the russet Schizachryium and the rusted granary roof, the white outbuildings and the ivory petals on Hibiscus moscheutos.
One species that composed the prairie tapestry that deserves wider use was Hyptis alata (clustered bushmint). The plant reminds me of Eryngium yuccifolium with the orb inflorescences, but unlike rattlesnake master that clusters the flowers at the top, here the spheres are scattered up and down the stem and look like lollypops with their peduncles. While I have a few plants at home, seeing them in habitat gave me ideas about how to intermingle them with wispy grasses.
I was also delighted to see the glaucous blades of Carex flaccosperma (or glaucodea, I can’t tell them apart this time of year) growing in the understory of this prairie jungle. I have long suspected that these twelve-inch tall Carex species that thrive in varying light levels in my yard could grow underneath forbs as a matrix layer, and here it was doing just that in a cajun prairie in central Louisiana.
One new plant that I learned and suspect could be very useful in southern naturalistic plantings was Chromolaena ivifolia, ivyleaf thoroughwort. Resembling a Conoclinium coelestinum (blue mistflower) on steroids, it tops out around 3–4 ft tall. We had seen it just days earlier near a bridge on our way to Baton Rouge, and here it was again. The flowers were a rich sky blue, and in their fade they turn dark brown and appear as floating freckles on the golden face of the prairie.
It was interesting to note that no growth was over our heads. Near the base of some plants I noticed what appeared regrowth from a cut as well as tractor treads that should have been long gone. I wondered if this prairie had been mowed sometime earlier in summer, and I’d love to talk with those who maintain it to learn if that’s correct. Another observation supporting my hypothesis was how late the Hyptis and Liatris were blooming. Both were already setting seed at my house back in Texas, yet here they were in full bloom.
Having soaked in as much of the cajun prairie as we could, we headed back to the car to return home. I thought cajun prairie was just a label, but after reading more about these ecosystems I’ve learned they are unique and different.
What we saw today was a recreated remnant, planted back in 1988 by volunteers and those that wanted to share what much of the southeast used to resemble before we humans came along. I admire the efforts of all those who helped to create this prairie as a lasting vision. Visiting it was great mental fodder as I continue my search for flora to use in naturalistic plantings in the southeast US.
Rayless Sunflower
It has been a glorious weekend here in east Texas. For the first time in months our temperature dipped below 70F yesterday, and then Sunday morning, the thermometer registered 59F. I adore days like these where a chill hangs in the air.
The return of fall and the arrival of cooler temperatures and rain revitalizes the garden. After months of watching plants struggle, it is so nice to see them perking up and many fall performers beginning their show. One species that is becoming a favorite of mine for autumn is rayless sunflower.
I first saw it on Instagram a few years ago when Andrea England posted a picture of it in a shortgrass prairie in her suburban meadow. At first, I thought I was seeing just spent flowers and seedheads. However, after some sleuthing I realized that this photo was the rayless sunflower in bloom with its black licorice colored disks held on acid green stems. With a brief review of flower morphology, you can see where rayless sunflower gets its name. Many Asteraceae family members have a head inflorescence with two types of flowers, rays that comprised the outer row of colorful “petals” and the inner disks that form the bulk of the flower. The reason the flowers have their orb-like appearance is because they are largely absent of any rays.
What a novelty in the plant world! I was intrigued. I contacted her offering to trade some seed, and soon I had an envelope ready to sow. Seeds germinated quickly, and I transplanted them into a sandy spot since they are native to the gulf coast. They have the most interesting foliage. For much of the growing season their orbicular leaves hugged the ground until the crowns began to elongate later in the summer. And, then out of nowhere these antennae-looking flowers pierced through the fray of grasses and forbs in my garden and attracted pollinators. I was delighted. And, the seedheads stood through wind and rain with very few bending over. Even into the winter, the seedheads were persistent until the spring mowing, although I will add a few were decimated by the birds as these frugivores foraged.
This year is the second that it has been growing in my garden, and there are even more flowers. I haven’t discerned yet if this plant is a reseeding annual or perennial, but either way it is delightful. I should know in the next few years. They are planted in a bed near our driveway, and I’ve noticed the shadows the circular flowers cast on the blacktop when the sun is at an angle in the sky. I really like to pair it with white flowers or those that have hints of white, and the strong texture pops with the more fine textured grasses.
One last note. Jenks Farmer argued that this plant needs a better name. I agree since rayless seems to hint that there is something lacking to this plant. Perhaps button sunflower or lollypop sunflower, something, really anything to better convey how wonderful this plant is.
Late Summer in the Green Swamp
Tromping through a place titled the Green Swamp Preserve in late summer in North Carolina might not sound appealing. I don’t know what is the greater deterrent, the mental conjurings of a swamp, heat and humidity, or biting insects that are certain to plague visitors at that time of year.
But, when I visited in 2012, it was in the mid-seventies and overcast, and instead of finding swarms of biting insects or even a single tick, I found a plethora of late summer wildflowers in bloom and at their prime. This place wasn’t a swamp. It was a garden of Eden.
The Green Swamp is named not because of the quicksand we’ve seen in the movies but instead for the pocosins found scattered about in the longleaf pine (Pinus palustris) savanna. A pocosin, named by the Algonquian Native Americans for a “swamp on a hill,” are wetlands that are elevated above the surrounding ground due to a build up of organic matter. This habitat is unique and the World Wildlife Fund has designated this area one of the top ten ecoregions in North America. Noteworthy also is the longleaf pine savanna; their range is much larger as longleaf pines once occupied 90 million acres from east Texas all the way around the gulf coast to Virginia. However, now only 5% of this habitat remains. But, thanks to The Nature Conservancy, approximately 15,000 acres were preserved here in the Green Swamp in North Carolina in the 1970’s and 1980’s for those of use who like to wander looking at wildflowers. And, I must say that standing it this longleaf pine cathedral with wiregrass (Aristida) floor tiled occasionally with orchids, carnivorous plants, and other wildflowers was an incredible experience.
I trekked to the Green Swamp because of Flickr. Some great photos I had seen online had spurred me into visiting this area. And, then by a fun coincidence, I ran into one of my Flickr friends in the parking lot who I had never met in person! The connection was made when we exchanged greetings, discussed the flora of the area, and then made introductions. I knew the name Skip Pudney sounded familiar, and sure enough, he was in my Flickr contacts. It was wonderful serendipity running into him because he gave me advice on where to look for flowers. Skip told me that the Big Island Savanna, named for the large island of grassy habitat, was the best he had seen it in his 8 years of visiting. He noted The Nature Conservancy had burned it the past two years. Fire is essential for many species that can quickly be outcompeted by the scrub. Therefore, perhaps the burning was a factor contributing to this year’s great bloom?
From Skip’s advice, I first ventured back along the trail to find carnivorous plants. The Green Swamp is home to several of them. Venus fly traps (Dionaea muscipula) were one of the highlights from the day. This fascinating species not only has captured insects but also the minds of young and old over the years. Even those who show little interest in plants perk up when they hear about Venus fly traps. And, they don’t hail from far away lands. No, they are endemic to a 100-mile radius around Wilmington, NC. The traps technically are modified leaves. If two or more hairs are touched in succession, then the leaf will close and trap an insect.
On this adventure I also saw Sarracenia for the first time in the wild! Sarracenia flava was scattered about in the wiregrass savanna, and this yellow pitcher plant is one of the tallest in North America. Most were tattered after the summer, but some were producing new pitchers for fall.
The Green Swamp is also well known for being home to native terrestrial orchids, and I timed it just right to see three of the late-summer flowering orchids in bloom. In decreasing order of fringe, I saw Platanthera ciliaris, Platanthera cristata, and Platanthera integra. While all three were beautiful, my favorite was of course Platanthera ciliaris. It was very showy with its large orange flowers with the frills. And, I loved seeing the gradation from bloom to bud on this indeterminate inflorescence.
Scattered amongst the wiregrass were other colorful delights like the bronzing foliage of cinnamon fern (Osmundastrum cinnamomeum) and fire-engine red petals of Lilium catesbaei.
Eventually I made it to a back area that was wetter, and I discovered what I like to call a milky way of blazing stars. There must have been thousands of plants in bloom here along a 500 foot stretch near the edge habitat. And, scattered amongst them were other noteworthy wildflowers.
I know I talked about carnivorous plants earlier, but I think this trip was also the first time in my horticulture career that I realized that flowers could be used as lures by predatory insects. I saw multiple examples throughout the day of predators waiting to ambush a pollinator.
I returned to my car after seeing yet another great example of southeastern flora and a habitat that deserves to be revered more. I know that organizations are working to restore these habitats, and after seeing the diversity of plants in the Green Swamp, I wholeheartedly welcome such efforts.