"Creatures of the Deep"


Today, while I was once again thinning out my
water lilies, (it is a weekly chore at this time of year),
this rolled up from my pond’s murky depths to
greet me.


Whhooaa!

My first thought went to the Nananaboobo tribe…had they performed some horrible
lobotomy ritual under the glow of a tiki-light near my pond? I knew they were capable of it.
It was about the right-sized brain after-all, perhaps they had captured a tribal advisory?
My mind wandered.


“Brains, more brains”.
These water-lily tubers are just plain bizarre, very B-movie!
I should dry one of them out and put it under a tiny glass dome.

Chain Propagation from a Tuber:
Plant one of these brains in a 3 or 4 inch pot, with some soil-and-fertilizer mixture.
Pop it back into the pond with the rim just below the surface of the water. The tuber will
send up a shoot, and the shoot will quickly become a small, floating plant. At the point
where it rises from the soil in the pot, a spreading root system will have begun to develop.

To obtain your plant, push your fingers into the soil below the root system and pinch in two
the shoot which still connects the brain and new plant. The separated plant can then be potted.
In due time the pinched-off shoot will develop a new plant, and it can be pinched off, too,
as soon as it becomes big enough to pot.


My last lily shot….I promise!
With this treatment, an active tuber can produce
three, four, or even more plants right around this
time of the year! You could have your own
water lily nursery in no time!
I just wish I had more water to plant more brains!


Mountain Laurel seed-pods.

One member of my “tribe” is getting very excited about these Mescal Bean seed-pods. They are now as big as they are going to get and as soon as they dry up and rattle, it will be out with the dremel drill and a necklace will be strung (and then quickly wrapped up and given away as a present).

Why quickly?

Well, the Mescal Bean seeds, if swallowed, cause cytisine poisoning, very unpleasant, includes nausea and seizures. Kids are naturally drawn to these seeds due to the bright red, jelly-bean look, but as little as one seed can be fatal. I pick all of mine and discard them before they get too crusty, open up, and start dropping their toxic M&M’s onto the ground.

This herb has been used therapeutically since ancient Roman and Greek times, the Greek physician Claudius Galenus first recorded its use.
Equisetum

While I was taking this shot, I could hear deep in this horsetail forest the distant sound
of drums and the faint smell of meat cooking on an open fire…or perhaps it was stobili?


Stobili are highly
appreciated as a
spring delicacy
in Japan where
they are called
tsukushi.


Here is the horsetail stobili tsukushisprinkle on rice and enjoy!
(photo courtesy of wikipedia).

Another creature of the deep…

comes from this succulent,  Haworthia coarctata
The texture on the leaves looks and feels just like a starfish, it really does!
Even the form is similar.


NO,  NO, WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T TOUCH THA……….!


Talking of mines, this whimsical
design caught my attention. About
time someone tackled the ubiquitous,
yet inane bath-plug.

This peacock also caught my attention recently at the Austin Zoo:

At the luxurious banquets of European kings and queens of the Renaissance,
there was an epicurean delight consisting of stuffed roast birds one inside the
other …think “Hudson’s on the Bend” on steroids.
The outermost shell invariably was the glorious peacock.

When I was a kid, our neighbors “up the hill” (well it was Scotland) used to
keep and rear a whole assortment of fancy birds, it was almost a zoo, both
inside the house and out. As a child my stomach would sink with the news
that we were to have dinner next door. I used to dread the steep winding
walk up the hill, as about half way up, without fail, their dogs (including a
massive, and I mean massive, St Bernard, and numerous black labs,
and a few others) would barrel down on us, using the slope and their
inherent slobber to their advantage. I felt like prey.


This used to turn into a twice daily nightmare
when my neighbors would go away on vacation leaving
our family in charge of looking after all their birds,
and animals.


They had a large flock of guinea foul that as
a teenager I loathed…they would,
without fail, every morning…(way too early),
wander down the hill and as a flock stand right
outside of my bedroom window to start their
incessant screaming and chattering. They also had
the most aggressive bird I have witnessed to date…


the dreaded brown eared pheasants,
they really were pure evil, we all
hated entering that cage.


I relay this story as one day, just before my neighbors returned
from vacation, we went out for the day. On our return we pulled
into the driveway to witness a mass of eyed feathers scattered
all around our golden labrador’s kennel…we feared the worst.
The dog had grabbed the peacock by it’s tail feathers,
and I mean all of it’s feathers. Luckily for us the bird lived,
albeit minus it’s tail. Not being superstitious, we had peacock
feather arrangements all around our house for the next
thirty years.


It is believed the peacock feather has an evil eye at the end.
Argus, of Greek legend, says a hundred eyed monster was
turned into a peacock with all its eyes in it’s tail. In the West it
is generally believed feathers brought indoors for
decoration are unlucky.

Another flamboyant feather-er in the patch this week belongs to my…

Pride of barbados. I got a few e-mails asking what the blooms
looked like after my last post, so here it is.
(Absolutely the last POB pic of the year too!)


I have been cutting the new paddles off this cactus for quite a few years now, to force the base node to swell.  I must say this takes ages! The subtle undulations of form in these paddles create a tiny art installation.


A very animated scene.

So why try to swell a single paddle you ask?
Well to cut some tribal faces into them, naturally…


“My God Man,
you’re serious!”


After I had located and sterilized my surgical scalpel,
I put on my scrubs and made the first shaky incision…


The first eye teared into existence, then the second, and finally
the mouth, at this point I think the cactus had an allergic reaction
to the general anesthetic. There was a lot of
“ewwwing” going on
at this point…totally ridiculous!
I found a large drill-bit actually worked best for carving the eyes,

(must remember this for future cacti facial constructions).
I am going to wait a while to see how the “wounds” heal before .
I resume my “procedures.”


A Hahahahahahahaha!

I wonder if you could graft one of those
tiny water lily “brains” to the top of one
of these carved enlarged paddles?
Perhaps the lily roots would get enough
moisture from inside the cactus to survive?
Now THAT would be twisted!…
A cactus with a crazy face carved into it,
with a tiny brain “living” on the outside of it,
adorning water lily blooms as a decorative
element for it’s bald, green scalp…

I have to try it, no rest for the wicked!
Now, where did I leave that scalpel?


Other things going down on the East-Side this week…


Fresh new growth on a Sago Palm.
The bi-coloration at this time of year looks really tropical.


The smell from this wisteria makes me hum old Bauhaus tunes,
and rake out my trusty old black Goth cape.


Even a lone anole, lodging in the underbelly of a canna lily,
came out to see what was the source of the aroma.


“Mmmust get over there”!
This decaying sunflower must also have an alluring aroma, at least for this nasty chap.
It was really funny watching this bug as it leaned and contemplated the jump,
accompanied by his little friend “ant”, who was egging him on.

Remember the bog cyprus that I cursed
a few postings back?…


Well I looked in on it closely today, I couldn’t believe my eyes,
fresh new growth had started to push out all of the brown!
I think my ten days of continuous IV “drip” treatment is working.
This poor little tree has been through fall and another spring
already and it is only June! I bet it can’t wait for the winter to
finally have a long, well-earned dormancy!


June is the time for these though. These sun-golds are producing reliably right now.
Onto another orange…


I have never noticed that on landing the two smaller front feety thingies,
retract sharply and tuck up around the neck. This dragon finally got
comfortable with me standing next to it’s favorite resting
spot on this canna lily.
Check out his goatee!

This This is a male Neon Skimmer.
(Libellula croceipennis)


The females are a light brown color.
I also caught a shot of one of their baby dragons,
this one really was tiny!


Note the two distinct stripes on it’s abdomen…What is this, anyone?
click to enlarge


Don’t be silly ESP, a dragon it may perhaps be,
but this one only has two wings!


I am retiring from active service.

And finally, there is a new photographer taking over the ESP blog,
as you can see in the gazing ball…


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"Silver"

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream


Walter de la Mare

Silvers feature prominently in my planting scheme, I think in part,
it is due to the fact that I actually miss frost, I really do!
When I was a scout in Scotland, we used to play completely
insane games like “Fire Running” and “Flaming Onions” under
full winter moons and frosty, crystal-clear skies.
These games would never be allowed in this day and age,
for all manner of child liability issues, one of them being,
burning to death!

The grounds of the estate where we played
were immense …


Arizona Cypress ‘Blue Ice’
…long, moon-cast shadows would stretch
across the expansive lawn areas
as if it were late afternoon, and It would be
eerily quiet

At least, until the games would begin.


It was also bitterly cold.


until the running started, causing the blood to coarse faster through the veins.


Mass Artemisia and California Poppy planting.        Silver Sedum

The scout master (the “Beast”, an ex-army major) used to run around like a teenager
re-administering “lives” (bandages tied tightly around the bicep) to scouts that
would get their bandages ripped off in some Doc-Martin swinging skirmish…
he did this adorning a kilt!
Now THAT would have been cold!


Ach! ESP, All ye need is a kilt, see,
ye can just throw a wee part of it over
yer shoulder, like this, if yer cauld.
If that doesnae work, ye can….”
Aargh…shut your pie-hole William.


Frosty Santolina.

Although Texas is a long way from Scotland
and just a tad warmer. These frosty plants at least
TRY to trick the brain into thinking it is frosty,
when it is in fact 90 degrees in the moonlight.
I will take every illusion I can get!

Staying on this warmer note…


“Is he making fun of us?”


My cone-heads seem to be as fashionably late in developing as usual,
still, who’s complaining,


when you get flowers within flowers.


These warm embers seem to develop as fast as little nimble fingers can pick them.


Barbados Cherry Malpighia punicifolia, still going strong.


And some finalsizzle from a dwarf papyrus sparkler,
catching the final rays of the…

Moving on to my “International plant of mystery”…
I picked up this small plant immediately I saw the words
“mystery plant” written on the side of the container,
at the Natural Gardener.

At that point in time it looked like a small pride of barbados,
with very similar foliage. I planted it up against the back of our
house where it has continued to grow. The first couple of years
it pretty much died back to the base, so I just treated it like I did
my pride of barbados -and whacked it back to the ground. Then
as it got bigger it started to make it through the winter, and it
continued to get larger. The multi-limbed shrub has small thorns
on its branches and blooms like a pride of barbados (at least
most years).
Speaking of which…


I really like the pre-blooming display the pride of barbados gives, very chemistry model-esque.

Nope, you don’t want to be barefoot in my back garden!
These barrel cacti seem to be handling their transplant into the ground well
although I probably just cursed them…
Don’t even think about it Helena! …like I cursed this poor transplanted bog cyprus
some posts back. I have been drip feeding this tree for about a week now to
try to turn it’s demise around. In a sick way I do like the way it looks against the
burnt orange of the canna lily.
It is like having fall in the spring!


The canna thinks it has died
and gone to heaven with all the
new water it is vicariously receiving.
There are still a handful of green
leaves on the cypress, you can see
them if you look really closely.
There is still a glimmer of hope.


The ice plant (front left) has gone ballistic to the point that I am now having to keep it in check.

And the most recent addition to the ESP (courtesy of my moving neighbors)…

is this Spruce Cone Cholla, or aptly named Pine Cone Cactus
Tephrocactus articulatus.
This one was picked up in Arizona, though they originate from Argentina.
Apparently it is difficult to get this cacti to flowering size, as the stem
segments break off with very little effort. You can see how thin the
segments get. An interesting little plant and just what the middle bed
needed in terms of scale and form.


On a recent expedition through my bamboo grove, I happened to
once again bump into another member of the shy and rarely
encountered “Nabooboo” tribe.  This female warrior was adorning
her traditional “Naboo” face mask indicating that she was on a peaceful
hunting andgathering mission. When she turned to leave I did notice
that she was carrying a woven reed basket that was full of what
looked like small unripe satsumas?

I carried on walking on the trail and shortly happened on the tree that the warrior must have picked from.

What is the right policy here?

“To thin or not to thin…that is the question”.
Other observations in the Patch this week…


The inner glow of Madame Ganna Walska



always brightens up a pond.                  You should check out her life story!


An emerging Brown-Eyed Susan Rudbeckia hirta.

New succulent blooms…

new cacti blooms.


And a gnarly old “trunk” (ahem) of an Elephant Ear.


First shady blooms on my Thryallis,
Golden Thryallis

Galphimia gracilis

First sunny blooms on a wisteria.

Some greens and purples.
And Finally…

There is nothing better after returning
from a hot bamboo grove expedition than
putting your feet up, turning on the misters
and getting blasted.
(I mean from the misters)

Of course some people’s
work is never done…


Sun sets on the patch..

Stay Tuned For:
Creatures of the Deep
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