Archive for the ‘The Spring Garden’ Category

On Spring Break


In which The Gay Recluse goes on a trip. I’m going away for a few days/weeks/months. Hope you have a beautiful spring (via the mythical Helibores)! xoxo TGR

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the spring garden. Though undeniably bright, there is a stark quality to the March sun that makes the phlox (and the sempervivum) seem — oddly — both luminous and bedraggled. The silver veins of the surrounding rocks add to this quality, and for a second I […]

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with spring. The Weeping Colorado Blue Spruce (Picea pungens ‘the blues’) is one of the bluest of conifers. Blue conifers are true beauties. –Andy Warhol

In which The Gay Recluse is increasingly obsessed with spring. The garden at the end of winter is not exactly a joy to behold: branches are bent or broken, evergreens are pale, and even the ground — littered with dead leaves and twigs — seems inhospitable. But a closer examination reveals signs of life: the […]

In which The Gay Recluse dreams about the garden. When the February blues hit — and considering this winter, how could they not? — we like to immerse ourselves into dreams of spring, which entails many hours in the seed and plant catalogs. Though our garden is dominated by perennials, bushes and trees designed to […]

In which The Gay Recluse introduces the pitcher plants. This is the first year for our new pitcher plants (Sarracenia). Flies, we have one message for you: beware! The pitcher plant will eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And dessert, too.

In which Dante gets tough. Friends. Not every cat is a lolcat.

In which The Gay Recluse looks up and sees maps. Sometimes it’s easy to forget how arbitrary time is. Like yesterday when we were rushing for the subway (and missed it). And then stepped into the elevator at work with five other people and of course everyone pressed the button for a different floor. We […]

In which The Gay Recluse loves ferns and The Hills. This year we started watching The Hills. Everyone laughs at us when we tell them how much we like it. And how much better it is than Gossip Girl. (Not that we like Heidi or Spencer.) Everyone seems so upset by the idea that they […]

In which The Gay Recluse has shaky hands and doesn’t regret it. There’s a saying among serious gardeners. Annuals are gay! “Friends don’t let friends buy annuals.” We can appreciate that. The colors are sometimes kind of gay garish! But then again, we hate to be austere about anything. And perennials can be very temperamental! […]

In which The Gay Recluse loves ferns. Sometimes it seems that ferns are seriously underrated. Which is kind of odd, considering they almost always look great! We recommend getting rid of your lawn and replacing it with ferns and birch trees. If everyone did this it would obviously solve most of the world’s problems. Here’s […]

In which Dante invents a new twist on an old game. Friends! Rest assured that somewhere in this picture can be found an editorial assistant, albeit one who is very carefully camouflaged. Have you looked long enough? Do your eyes feel strained and fatigued? Don’t worry, below you’ll find what you’ve been looking for. Friends! […]

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with trees. We were waiting a long time for the copper beech (Fagus sylvatica “Dawyck Purple”) to open this spring. We had only planted it last year so didn’t know what to expect. We were worried when everything else was in bloom and the beech showed no […]

In which The Gay Recluse is entranced by the lowly marigold. Time/Location: Sunday afternoon at the Green Valley Nursery in Westchester. Yellow marigolds. Red marigolds. Orange marigolds.

In which The Gay Recluse attempts to use a new “macro” lens. So yeah: The Globularia stygia we bought last year at Stonecrop Gardens is in bloom. These first two pix we took with the regular lens. Then we took some drugs tried out a new macro lens. We are reminded of a record cover […]

In which The Gay Recluse retires to our garden in Washington Heights. Date of photograph: April 28, 2008, around 6:30pm It’s hardly a secret that sometimes the spring garden looks better in the rain. Today was one of those days… One of our favorite plants is the creeping yellow groundcover, which we bought a few […]

In which The Gay Recluse watches plants. With a nasty apartment building looming over our garden, we felt we had no choice but to plant bamboo, and not the clumping variety either, but the running kind you read about taking over the earth. We rented a truck last summer and drove to a small town […]

In which The Gay Recluse works in the garden. Of all the trees that populate our dreams and fantasies, the dawn redwood — a deciduous conifer — must go at the top of the list. Long thought to be extinct, it was discovered in the 1940s in a secret canyon in China. (And not just […]

On Miranda


In which The Gay Recluse appreciates Miranda. Many years ago we had a friend named Miranda. She was the coolest! She wore the smallest backpack ever! It was gold and she used it to carry her cigarettes in it and nothing else, and even that was a tight fit. She was a photographer and a […]

In which The Gay Recluse works in the garden. Time of Photographs: April 20, 2008, afternoon (ish) Today, a first in the garden! We heard an opera singer. She was doing scales in a nearby apartment. Her window was definitely open. She was loud! And she was struggling to hit her high notes. (She was […]