Planting for Pleasure
Posted by: Kate Bryant on Jun 10, 2010 at 01:24PM
6 Comments
What a surprise — it’s raining torrentially again today!
Instead of being out making gardens, I find myself inside the house, staring balefully out at the rain and cursing.
A little while ago, I opened the back door to shake a fist at the sky, in good family tradition, and noticed something wonderful… the poet’s jasmine vine (Jasminum officinale ‘Affine’) that I planted about three years ago is finally doing what I originally fantasized it would do: twining voluptuously up the old ladder leaning against the back of the house and around the back door stoop, as well as up and around my bathroom window.
What’s so great about this twining business, you ask? Well, sitting on the back stoop with a cup of tea or glass of wine or soaking in the tub on a June evening while basking in the heady, intoxicating scent in jasmine provides a direct line to happiness in my book.
While the rain is miserable and we are all saying we are done with it – as if our wishes on this subject mattered one iota – at least being stuck in the house allowed me to notice that this fabled plant, beloved to Cleopatra (the fragrance neroli is derived from jasmine – oops, correction: neroli is derived from orange blossom, not jasmine! – but jasmine was reputedly beloved to Cleopatra!) is blossoming and twining as I’d always hoped it would.
So what’s to learn from this story? You can feed your appreciation for and connection to the garden by planting what you love in the places you where you spend your most precious time. This is one very important facet of gardening: cultivating beauty, appreciation and nourishment of the soul and senses.
For you, maybe stepping out the back door and plucking ripe grapes from the vine would be the height of gardening pleasure. Or gathering bunches of fresh herbs for dinner or admiring the imposing, muscular architectural forms of spiky succulents. For me, it’s inhaling the scents of the Mediterranean – jasmine, as well as plants like Cistus and thyme, all producing floral or foliar scents that send me back to happy experiences with family and friends. That’s why the three plants closest to my back stoop, where I love to sit, are… jasmine, Cistus and thyme.
To create more joyful spaces in your garden, start small – perhaps just with your own back stoop. There, plant the beginnings of an oasis that will nourish you from the inside – something you can experience right when you step outside your door. What might that be? Then – and this is most important – take the time to appreciate it and drink it in as it grows.
I love the title of this post! Isn’t that what it’s all about?
I use my terrace on the back of our house as the space you are describing. I’m outside right now enjoying a moment, sitting in a comfortable chair in my container garden. Birds are singing, dappled sun is shining (finally) and Lily our golden retriever is laying in a cool spot….all seems right in the world for me.
Have Fun in the Garden!
Paul
Paul, your terrace garden sounds idyllic. Funny, I’m enjoying my back garden oasis right now, too. (Isn’t wireless great?) The sunshine is only concentrating the already-dazzling scent of jasmine flowers and Cistus leaves… Now, I wonder if you are the same Paul Taylor whose garden will be featured in next weekend’s garden tour benefit for the Tigard/Tualatin Schools? If so… I hope to see that lovely terrace and container garden soon!
Hi Kate,
I am that same Paul Taylor. The garden tour is Saturday June 26th and this year I have 2 client gardens in the tour.
You are welcome to come see my garden any time….photos…article…anytime.
Have Fun in the Garden!
visit my website at http://web.mac.com/paultaylorocnp
I can vouch for jasmine officonale’s drought tolerance- I have a huge heap of it on my back fence, at least 25 years old, completely independent of any care from me, and it is surviving the 8-10 year drought we are having here in southern australia, including the summer of high winds and over 100 degree days of two years ago. (Admittadly, it looked pretty battered for a year after…)
Holy cow, that’s drought tolerant then! I remember it growing all over southern Spain. In Sevilla’s old neighborhoods, it seemed like nearly every old home had poet’s jasmine wending up the walls and into the iron grille work around the windows and balconies. Mmm.