Monthly Archives: November 2016

Villanelle for Garlic Mustard

by Don Abbot aka The Snarky Gardener

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I fell in love with an uncommon weed

Garlic Mustard is the way she’s known by some

Though others name her an invasive breed

Immigrants concealed in their coats her seed

America bound via boats they’ve come.

I fell in love with their uncommon weed.

During spring I gather, harvest, and bleed,

Loading bags until my hands are numb.

And people dub her an invasive breed!

In times when skies are dry and there’s great need

Gardeners grow her without a green thumb

I fell in love with this uncommon weed

Abundance and charity are my creed

This strong herb fills many stomachs with yum,

Though experts term her an invasive breed

Prepare pesto with her bounty, I plead!

For us, many a meal she will become

I fell in love with my uncommon weed

Because they call her an invasive breed.

Pawpaw Update

by Tom Gibson

When last I left you, dear gardener reader, http://www.gardenopoliscleveland.org/2016/06/taking-a-swing-at-pawpaws/, my five bearing pawpaw trees were carrying about 20 fruit each.  Just as important, they had held their fruit despite several vigorous spring showers. This was in contrast to the year before when storms knocked all but four of my baby fruitlets to the ground.  In the intervening period I had added gypsum (calcium sulfate) as a way to encourage fruit set while preserving the acidic soil pH pawpaws prefer. In other words, I tried to toughen my little guys up to face whatever the increasingly extreme Northeast Ohio weather had to offer.

This is what they look like when very young and vulnerable:

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So did they make it?  Yes, big time!

They even withstood one of the most extreme weather events of the year: the so-called “microburst” of this past August. This storm hit a relatively small, 20-block area in my Cleveland Heights neighborhood that brought down numerous trees—including several on my street:The storm struck in the early evening, but an inspection the next morning showed that all my well-staked pawpaws had survived:

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After that it was “wait and feel.” My particular pawpaw cultivars don’t change color much—maybe a little yellow here and there—when they ripen. So, like a nurse taking my patients’ pulse, the best way to gauge ripeness is to take a morning squeeze of each pawpaw.  If they begin to soften, I wait a day or so for more softening, then bring them inside to fully ripen.

I’d leave the fruit on the tree longer except for some mammalian competition.  Raccoon?  Opossum? Something was coming through every night and sampling at least one pawpaw:

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In the end, we harvested about 80 pawpaws.  They lined our window sills:

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A pawpaw is best when it feels squishy soft.  That means its pulp is nice and custardy inside.  You can eat them as is for dessert:

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Or combine them in smoothies with sour blackberries:

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But we also put the pulp into freezer bags, two cups to a bag, for use in baking:

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Pawpaws add texture, flavor (banana/mango/nutmeg), and aroma to a lot of great baked goods:

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GardenWalk Cleveland will be back in 2017!

Ann McCulloh, contributing editor

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In the heart of a Cleveland summer, hundreds of people stroll the city’s neighborhoods, invited to soak up the special character of each one, meeting residents and admiring their unique and welcoming gardens. GardenWalk Cleveland, a free, self-guided and volunteer-organized tour has been the vehicle for this special invitation since 2011. 

Last year (2016) Gardenwalk Cleveland took a one-year break, for a bunch of reasons that included an already crowded public event calendar (RNC, a national community gardening conference, to name two) some changes in funding sources, and the need to establish independent non-profit status. In hindsight, the break may have been an especially good idea, given the punishing drought we gardeners suffered all season long!

GardenWalk is back for 2017, and I for one am thrilled. Two neighborhoods have been chosen as definite hosts for the July 8 & 9 tour: Detroit-Shoreway and Collinwood. As many as two more will be added as planning for the event continues. A special focus on gardens that use native plants is planned for next year, too.

GardenWalk 2017 has mounted a crowdfunding campaign to cover the cost of producing maps, updating the website and other expenses associated with putting on the event. Contributions are already underway through November 18th at https://www.ioby.org/project/gardenwalk-cleveland-2017

Inspired by a similar event in Buffalo, New York, GardenWalk Cleveland’s mission is “to build community, beautify neighborhoods, and encourage civic pride.”  As a transplant to Cleveland (pun intended) I have been delighted to discover the neighborhoods of Cleveland (Old Brooklyn Hough, Larchmere, Tremont and more) and meet the truly charming and individual gardeners who live and garden there.

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The two times I put my own garden on the tour I met a steady parade of wonderful fellow gardeners, and had many inspiring conversations. One visitor even came back a day or two later with a gift of special plants from her own garden! You can learn more about GardenWalk, and get involved! at http://www.gardenwalkcleveland.org/

The Peripatetic Gardener Discovers Lake Erie Bluffs Park

by Elsa Johnson

Thirty years ago, back in the day when I was studying landscape architecture at the Ohio State University, I had the good luck to be hired one summer as an intern for ODNR, tasked with driving the Lake Erie shoreline from the Pennsylvania border to downtown Cleveland, looking for access to the lake. What a great job for someone who likes to wander off the purposeful route just to see what’s there! For pay I got to drive down every north facing paved and unpaved byway leading toward the lake….and what I found was that while access to the lake was very limited, there were several areas where sizable swaths of undeveloped land remained. I could imagine all kinds of things to do with them, but mostly I imagined parks.   

So it was with (unchanged) curiosity that I set out with my husband recently to explore the brand new lookout tower in Lake County’s 600 acre Lake Erie Bluffs park, which, itself, is quite new.

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Lake Erie Bluffs park is located a little east of Fairport Harbor, and a little west of the Perry Nuclear Power Plant, and offers the visitor access to almost two miles of undeveloped Lake Erie shoreline. It was a misty moisty morning – one of those days when all edges seem blurred and softened, as if the thinnest, finest pale veil had been thrown over everything. Soft weather.

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We parked at the Lane Road entrance, took a look at the trail map, and headed east along a nicely level crushed stone path in search of the tower.

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At 50 feet high, this tower is 70 feet shorter than the Emergent Tower at Holden Arboretum, but because it is set on a bluff that is itself about 50 feet above lake level, the end viewing effect is much the same – one looks out over the tops of (here) mostly young growth trees, and, to the north, to the platinum colored lake with it’s waves unendingly washing ashore.

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We hoped to spot a bald eagle’s nest from the tower but did not, although we did see eagles, and, of course, gulls (and a titmouse and a chickadee). In the spring and fall the southern shore of Lake Erie provides an important stopover for migratory birds, but alas, we did not see any. I found myself wondering how close we were to the nuclear power plant, but looking east, I could see nothing but a grey fog veil.

On the return trip we chose to walk the beach trail, right along the water’s edge, which was marked ‘easy’. While everything in this park is pretty level – there are no serious or dangerous challenges – the beach trail is not really ‘easy’. The beach, mostly made up of stones of varying sizes interrupted by driftwood of varying size, provides an unstable walking surface with plenty of obstacles. For someone who has had two hip replacements in the past 8 months and is still a little unsteady on her feet, this half mile beach walk was difficult. But looking back to the east after one near tumble, suddenly, there it was – Perry Nuclear Power Plant, the two towers rising above the trees, and not too distant.

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In the other direction one could just make out the lighthouse at Fairport Harbor, a tiny bump poking out into the lake.

Our exploration covered the eastern half of the park’s trail system, a total of about two miles. There is an equal amount of trail in the area of the park lying west of Lane Road, which we did not explore. 

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If you go: We took 90 to the Vrooman Road exit, then north on Vrooman, over the bridge (closed to semi-trucks but not to cars), a hard right at the top of the hill, then left on Lane Road. Stay on Lane to reach Lake Erie Bluffs. Another park of interest in this area is Indian Point, access to which is just before the Vrooman Road Bridge. Indian Point overlooks the juncture of the Grand River and Paine Creek.        

Deer Antler Anguish (Or how half a solution can fail much more than no solution at all)

by Tom Gibson

Like most suburban gardeners, I do regular battle with deer.  Over the years I have gradually substituted vegetables deer don’t like (e.g. garlic) for ones they do (e.g. tomatoes).  I have fenced in young saplings whose tender shoots deer have eaten into the ground.  (My young plum tree survived somehow and re-emerged with spreading multiple branches of the type I wanted to cultivate anyway!).  And I jerry-rigged a six foot fence in attempt to block casual walk-throughs.

The latter was my undoing and, far more, that of two full-antlered bucks two weeks ago. For them it was probably the worst experience of their otherwise way too comfortable suburban lives.

The problem was the fence: a combination of wire and fishing line.  The wire was too visible to the deer and the clear plastic fishing line was too weak. The result was that the deer quickly broke through the fishing line and walked through the fence at will.

The ideal short fence, my colleague Elsa Johnson, has kept telling me, is heavy 50 lb-gauge fishing line. Because of the deer’s poor eye sight, it won’t know what’s halting its progress and, confused, it will turn away in another direction.  And the sturdier heavy-gauge fishing line doesn’t break from the initial deer impact.  Installing that sturdier fishing line has been on my project list for at least a year!

But I and my deer friend pests didn’t count on the mating season and new antlers!  Two weeks ago Sunday we found two bucks who had somehow entangled  their antlers in wire fencing. A path they had trod effortlessly as bare-headed adolescents had suddenly become treacherous.  One buck, pawing nervously, was battling a single wire that still provided him a wide circumference in which to struggle.  Eventually, I was able to free it by snipping a wire (at a safe distance!)

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The second buck had far worse problems.  It had already snared a large knit hammock in its antlers and that was getting tangled. Six hours later when we returned, it was in even worse shape. It had wrapped itself around the tree until its head abutted (in every sense) the trunk.

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Although an early morning call to the Cleveland Heights police had brought no solution, an afternoon call did. A young woman from a private animal control company under contract to the city arrived.  Calmly and professionally, she used wire clippers and a scissor to free the second buck.  The whole process took 45 minutes.

Free at last, the second buck ran off, followed by his little entourage of concerned does.

Neither buck has returned!

Damage to our yard: one black locust tree totally girdled of bark (and doomed to die) and lots of bent fence posts.  Anyone want a well-used hammock?

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Demon Lover

by Elsa Johnson

When my demon lover comes to bed           he drapes

his black furred body across the pillow                above   

my head        He has issues around intimacy            No

matter how hard he tries               he cannot get close

enough           pushes his head into my head            o-

ver         and over           trying to make of us one head   

one breath        while I gently push him away       over

and over until    exasperation!                     I pitch his

body down to the far end of the bed         …ah sweet

sleep          Hours later my husband wakes to find my

demon lover between us         hunkered down on my

right shoulder                Head tucked close to my neck

fore-leg stretched across my  chest    he seems to say

Possession    nine tenths of the law   :     She’s mine