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Volunteers of various kinds


May 23, 2018
I'm happy to announce our six itty-bitty redbud transplants have survived my shovel and winter. Momma Redbud is beside herself, her blooming branches spread in praise of her offspring.

There's nothing more entertaining and economical for a gardener than plant reproduction right under her nose. Spring—the fecund season when trees, shrubs, and perennial flowers yield more than enough sprouts to share with like minds and trowels.

"Volunteer" is a common name garden folk give this abundance when a guest drools over a cultivated wildflower and asks, "What's the name of that beautiful orange blossom in your gardens?"

"Columbine," the gardener replies, "volunteers from a plant I rescued along the DTE easement years ago."

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This kind of conversation begins with the first sighting of skunk cabbage in March, revs up in April when the white bloodroot blooms, and peaks with white and red trillium in honor of Mother's Day.

May, flower fever month when perennial exchanges flourish throughout subdivisions and garden clubs. Yesterday morning, for instance, in a brief spell of congeniality the sun accommodated plant enthusiasts who were glad to swap their wealth with a neighbor's.

My friend Kim dug up hostas from her yard and hauled them to the Troy Garden Club Perennial Exchange. "The weather was perfect, cool and sunny. I thought, who would want these roots?" she said and laughed. "People lined up for them!"

One gardener's stone is another's emerald.

Yet, swapper beware. There's a plethora of hosta varieties from variegated to giant, some 70 inches wide. It's a good idea to know what variety you're adopting.

All volunteers are not created equal. Horticulture plays by its own rules. Like hostas and bleeding hearts, some flower species know boundaries, others don't. Plant Lily of the Valley and Solomon Seal in the same bed with your hybrid tea roses and you'll gnash your teeth some fine day in May. Those lilies are eating alive my white rosa rogusa, a rather hardy bush.

I lift up my shovel and declare, "All's fair in love and war!"

"Invasive," a term I've learned after a good neighbor offered me liberty to dig up pink and white Lily of the Valley from her hillside. "Naturalized" is a kinder word for the lily condition that plagues my rosa rogusa, yet describes the perfect ground cover under my mother's lilacs which are in full bloom.

Intoxicating.

As in any pursuit, learning is in doing. Making mistakes and correcting them. I cede. A lily must behave like a lily. A rose, a rose.

What about the deer, the damage to our gardens and trees? Is all my labor in vain? Hallelujah! I think Uncle Luke's in Troy provided a natural remedy. DEER SCRAM. No kidding.

And me, dear Reader, an Appalachian offspring transplanted in Michigan?

I am a volunteer, a blow-in from Irish ancestors who must dig, plant, and bloom where I am rooted.

By the way, I found three Redbud volunteers while weeding my perennial island today. I'm beside myself.

Email Iris at irisleeu@sbcglobal.net.

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