Why do we feel lousy some mornings and other mornings, we hop out of our beds with smiles on our faces? Even if I feel lousy, a quick trip around my garden soon gets me moving. Especially if the day does not begin with 90 degree weather (mid-80s here today).
Some of my plants which looked very bedraggled after the 5-day heat wave this month are beginning to recover. They looked dead, but today I found little green leaves on the “dead” branches of most of them. The only one that looks like a gonner is one of the new Fuchsias I bought this spring named Firedance. Too bad, as it had a prolific bloom. Of course I will try it again next year, but put it in a different pot and place it where it receives partial sun.
Fuchsia came to my attention on one of my many trips to California to visit one of my company’s contractors. After supper every evening I took advantage of the balmy weather, and walked through a housing development near the hotel where I was staying in Culver City. Along the walkways and standing gracefully against the pink stucco buildings stood Fuchsia shrubs with lovely purple and fuchsia colored blooms. I had to have one, although they mostly don’t make it in our northern Virginia winters…or didn’t 40 years ago.
So far, I have been able to overwinter a couple of Fuchsia plants, but these were the Billy Green Fuchsias and different from the F. Firecracker I bought this spring. Mother Nature or I have killed plenty of Fuchsias. Gardening, like everything else in life…cooking, marriage, etc. is trial and error.
Once upon a time, I bought plants from a supplier in Oregon which has since been absorbed into a larger operation. The fellow who owned and ran the business whose name escapes me, but started with an “H” traveled all through Africa, Asia, and the Americas searching for new plant species. From him, I obtained Fuchsia, Helleborus and other ‘exotic’ plants.