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  • To Pull or Not To Pull….That is the Question

    I’ve gone back and forth for years, trying every new and hip way to deal with spent plants and weeds. Do I pull? Do I trim? Do I cut? Do I yank? Do I compost? Do I throw it down?
    Do I pull or not pull…..That is the question.

    All these nonsensical time-sucking thoughts about weeds have brought me back, full circle, to the heart of the matter….Soil. Different garden conditions require different gardening techniques. There is not a “one size fits all” concept in gardening. English Cottage Gardens grow and behave differently than the Desert Native Gardens of the Southwest. I didn’t want to accept this truth for a long time. I grew up in Montana with lush, rich soil and Peonies.Now I’m in the Texas Hill Country….gardening in 112 degree granite gravel, sand and rock. The idea that my flower bulbs were forced to live in nutrient-depleted rocky soil was a horrible reality that I didn’t want to accept. Even the previous owner of the studio property told me truth. “Gardens? Here?” (He laughed) “You won’t be able to grow anything here. The soil is TERRIBLE!”
    I felt that the soil comment was a direct challenge to my gardening pride. Now I *had* to grow things at the studio. After the 2018 flood, all the flower bulbs had to relocate to the studio grounds and I was *forced* to put my money where my mouth was….plant gardens in terrible soil.

    So how does soil relate to whether or not to pull, cut, compost or ignore the weeds in your garden? Because my friends, soil is life. Anything that grows in the ground becomes potential nutrients for your flowers. Some soils are rich enough that it’s ok to pull up a weed or spent plant, and toss it in the compost. But other soils need as much help as they can get. Some soils, like mine, are desperate for the rotting process, allowing the earthworms and other microorganisms to do their job…bring life back to the soil.
    Over the past few years, I’ve shifted my focus from forcing gardens to grow, to growing beautiful soil. The change in my garden speaks for itself…..although I still have rocky soil, I now have earthworms. A beautiful first step into a land flowing with milk and honey (and flower bulbs). Here are a few natural techniques that have helped improve my soil. 

    First, I have started to cut the spent annuals and wildflowers down to the ground and leave the root ball to rot under the earth. I read that the number one problem with modern American gardens (besides the obsession with Miracle Gro) is the lack of decay that is allowed in the garden. Decay is a natural process, and as far as I’m concerned, nature does it way better than I could ever dream of. The cool part about letting the root-ball rot is that it prohibits other weeds to take over the area. The roots can’t compete with what is already there, even if it’s rotting under ground. I started this technique during the hard summer droughts, and so far, I really like the result.

    Second, seed-free weeds are pulled and simply thrown down into the garden using a piling method. Piling weeds and other debris creates mulch for the garden and a natural composting habitat around your plants. The garden debris also inhibits other weeds from popping up in that location. Disclaimer… I don’t not pile during the summer. The clippings dry out too fast, and the overall process creates too much heat, which is not good for your soil or plants. The idea of piling is to protect the soil from the elements, not create an oven environment, hot enough to fry an egg.

    Third, I cut the seeds and either collect, or throw them in the trash. There is misinformation out there that the seeds won’t germinate in compost….False. I’m not a composting expert, but when I get lazy and throw seeds into the compost, they ALWAYS germinate. Now,I simply walk around with a bucket and a pair of scissors.
    A lot of these techniques can be found in the gardening classic Lasagna Gardening by Patricia Lanza. This book changed my life. Lately, I’ve been reading Grow your Soil by Diane Miessler. I love her philosophy about nurturing the soil. My flower bulbs seem to really appreciate the benefits.

    To cut or not to cut…..That is the question. I hope you find your own techniques that help your gardens flourish. Remember, one size doesn’t fit all. There’s no right and wrong if your soil and plants are reaping the benefits of your labor.
    Happy Gardening, my friends! Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl


  • To Nurture a Garden


    There are two types of gardeners in this world……organized, neat and tidy, everything-in-symmetry kind of gardeners, and then there’s everyone else. If you know me, you already know which camp of gardeners I fall into. Let me just pull back the curtain of Oz a little bit more. I have no fewer than 25 unfinished gardening projects going on at any given time. The word “frazzled” is my middle name in Greek, and it fits like a ripped up, dirt-stained glove. I am the complete opposite of any type of “garden influencer” you might read about. In fact, there’s probably a psychological study that could be done on my gardening style, but that’s beside the point. Let’s just say that I am extremely fortunate to have these beautiful Heirloom Flower Bulbs that make my gardens worthy enough to talk about. If it weren’t for the flowers, I’m afraid I’d be forced to be the world’s worst golfer. Thank goodness for the gardens!!

    In honor of the New Year, I decided to toast to the fact that I most likely will not finish my gardening “to-do” list, or any of the unfinished projects that I enjoy muddling around with. But instead, my new gardening resolution is simply to nurture what I have already accomplished.


    Nurturing is a gardening concept that is rarely allowed in the mind of a busy gardener. There are so many garden chores to do that nurturing a single flower seems like a complete waste of time. Gardeners tend to focus on “important” tasks such as flipping the compost pile or spreading cardboard upon a weed-infested area. Garden tasks give us a sense of purpose, a feeling of success and a cool “badge of honor” among our gardening friends. Our society is driven by work, and that drive to work is carried over into the garden. To nurture something feels…well, less adequate. What does “naturing” even mean?

    Nurturing becomes the quiet, still moment of committing yourself to the growth of something beyond yourself. Ralph Waldo Emerson describes success as “Leaving the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition.” True success is the ability to nurture life, and to be able to look at oneself and to see that you are connected with all of nature, including humankind.
    Nurturing a garden looks a bit different to each gardener, but the end goal is the same….to leave a little piece of the earth better than when we found it. Some gardeners focus on growing plants by nurturing seeds, while others focus on creating and nurturing a habitat for wildlife, such as Butterfly Sanctuaries. To nurture is to see beyond the hurried moment, and take the time to instill love and goodness into something with complete selflessness.

    Over the years, I have learned a lot about nurturing through rescuing flower bulbs from tear-downs. I have pulled bulbs to freedom out of rubble, and have enjoyed the redemptive process in watching each unique bulb grow strong enough to bloom. I have found chewed up remnants of bulbs, completely destroyed by their unfortunate events, redeem themselves to full beautiful glory. In fact, my favorite group of bulbs, my “survivor bulbs”, managed to grow out of the compacted ground of bulldozed flood debris. I lovingly dug out each remaining bulb from the hard earth, not for any other reason than the bulbs’ sheer will to live.

    This year, I decided to step off the hurried, frazzle-bus, and commit time each day to simply nurturing my flower bulbs. I am being intentional about where to plant flowers. Bulbs need to be visible and present while blooming, but non-invasive to the gardens when growing. That’s a lot to expect for any flower, but bulbs are worth it. Foliage can be a continued bother to many non bulb-loving folks. Lining garden paths, house foundations, driveways or creating specified areas within the garden will help bring an organized look within the carefree growing garden. Some bulbs, like Paperwhites, need a lot of water and sunlight while growing. Other bulbs, like the Oxblood Lily can flourish in any environment. Heirloom Bulbs are tough, but each variety of bulb has a different personality with different growing needs.

    Happy Gardening, my friends! May you find a beautiful balance in your garden between the moments of hard work, and the quiet, still moments to truly nurture what you love.

  • Good Tidings of Great Joy

    “I guess I shouldn’t have picked this little tree…I guess I don’t know what Christmas is all about Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?”

    ”Sure, Charlie Brown. I can tell you what Christmas is all about.

    And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the fields keeping watch over their flocks by night.

    And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid.

    And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
    For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior which is Christ he Lord.

    And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

    And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God , and saying,

    Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill towards men.

    That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.”

    May you and yours find real joy of this Christmas Season. Happy Gardening, my friends. Merry Christmas!
    Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl

  • The Many Seasons of the Texas Gardener

    Feast or Famine.
    That’s what life is like in a Texas garden. One day, it can be 115 degrees with every plant in the garden sadly drooping, on the verge of death. The very next day, a delightful rain replenishes the parched earth and fills the garden with hope. Gardeners in Texas need to be tough, and so do their gardens. I can’t tell you how many times I threaten to throw in the shovel, and then….just like that, the weather changes (so does my attitude).

    Seasons in Texas are minimal….we have Summer.
    Light Summer, Heavy Summer and every other variety of Summer you can possibly imagine. Occasionally, we have a quick change of seasons, but if you blink, you might miss the change. Instead of moaning and groaning over the lack of seasonal change, I began associating seasons with the blooms of Heirloom Bulbs. My Texas Seasons have become Oxblood Lily Season, Crinum Season, Rain Lily Season, Paperwhite Season….well, you get the drift. 

    Flower Bulbs are truly a gift to the Texas Gardener. Bulbs rest quietly under the earth, sleeping peacefully through extreme weather conditions. I’m always surprised by the Fall showing of Oxbloods and Spider Lilies after a brutal summer. I honestly don’t even know how the bulbs survive, but somehow they do. I tend to be a garden “naturalist”, so I like to invest in Native Plants and Heirloom Bulbs that are proven winners. Over the years, I’ve wasted way too much money on forcing flowers to grow in wrong zones, just because of garden nostalgia. As much as I love Dutch Tulips, they simply won’t come back in Texas. Lucky for you, Lady Tulips will naturalize in our area so if you are desperate to plant Tulips, there ya go!

    Seasons change….not so much in Southern Gardens like Texas. Invest your time and energy into plants and flower bulbs that will bring a smile to your face and joy to your gardening heart. Seasons don’t have to be minimal and boring. Just ask any bulb enthusiast. 🙂

    Happy Gardening, my friends!
    Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl


  • If You Give a Gardener a Flower

    If you give a Gardener a flower, she’s going to need a shovel to go with it.

    While looking for her favorite shovel, the Gardener walked right over the garden hose, and she remembered that she left the sprinkler on.

    After moving the sprinkler, the Gardener saw the beautiful Heirloom Lilac that she re-rooted last year. Seeing the Heirloom Lilac, the Gardener thought about moving the Lilacs to make room for her new flower.


    While digging up the Lilacs, the Gardener remembered the large rose bush that died in the drought. What a perfect time to move the dead rose bush and relocate the Lilacs!


    While digging up the rose bush, the Gardener got a thorn in her finger.
    While the Gardener tried to get the thorn out, she remembered the thorn she got after moving her lovely Martha Gonzales Antique Rose Bush.
    The Gardener decided to dig up the Martha Gonzales rose to plant something, although she wasn’t quite sure what.


    While digging up the Martha Gonzales Rose, the Gardener decided to move the entire bed of Ellen Bosenquat Crinum and Oxblood Lilies, which would naturally be the perfect spot for the beautiful Antique Rose Bush.


    While digging up the Heirloom Bulbs, the Gardener accidentally dug into the heavy oil cloth that had been used for the pond that didn’t work out.
    The Gardener stopped everything she was doing and started digging out the heavy oil cloth, in order to use the cloth to cover the compost to save moisture during the summer.


    While digging out the oil cloth, the Gardener got tired and put her shovel down…right next to the pretty little flower that she was given to plant.
    The Gardener reached down, picked up the flower and gave it a drink.


    If you give a Gardener a flower, she’s going to need a shovel to go with it. 
    So the Gardener picked up her shovel and walked through the garden, looking for the perfect spot to plant the flower. (True story….can you relate?!)

    Happy Gardening, my friends!
    Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl

  • Take a Walk on the Wild Side

    Yes….that’s me.
    A small, little version of “Scout” from To Kill a Mockingbird.

    My parents recognized my early desire to be in the dirt, and never squelched my imagination. I was given my own little garden to tend in our backyard. I spent hours dreaming, planting, eating lilacs and wild mushrooms, or simply digging to China. My Dad once told me that the day I stopped gardening with him on Saturday mornings was the day he lost his little girl. Childhood is fleeting. Children do grow up and the time to walk among the wild things becomes more limited. Realism takes over, and imagination becomes squelched. As children become adults, many see less wonder in a butterfly or the random bloom of a field lily, and more necessity in the competitive rush to keep up. A walk among the wild things is like a reboot for the human condition, young and old.

    Studies show the importance of nature, and how it affects the overall well-being of a child. Mental health issues like the “nature deficit syndrome” are rising at alarming rates. Too much time plugged in can radically affect your mood. There are now schools that provide children with simple outdoor play, which used to be a childhood norm. One of my favorite books, “Last Child in the Woods” by Richard Louv, gives a startling look at the issues children face with too much screen time. Mr. Louv also gives simple, realistic ideas to provide children unrushed time in nature. In an ever-anxious, fast-paced society, finding time in the garden becomes more important than ever.

    Another great book is “Sunflower Houses” by Sharon Lovejoy. In fact, all of Ms. Lovejoy’s books are wonderful resources to help children fall in love with gardening. Her books are full of old-fashioned projects to do with children. There were many years I grew Poppies just so my girls could make Poppyhead Dolls. I honestly can’t remember a time when I didn’t have a garden, but I also can’t remember ever having that one moment of pintrist-perfection within the garden either. Gardens are messy and so are children. Our goals need to shift from a momentary gardening photo shoot to a lifetime of digging. Instill a life-long love of being among the wild things.

    Happy Gardening, my friends. Enjoy your precious, unplugged moments with your children. Dig a garden plot just for them. Set free the imagination to explore the incredible wonders of nature.
    Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl

  • Spiderwort on the Move

    Spiderwort. Perhaps, the ugliest name in all the garden. I love to hear people pronounce it for the first time….

    “Spider-what? Spider-WART??”

    For such an incredibly beautiful flower, the name truly leaves something to be desired.

    Spiderwort is a member of the Dayflower family. The flowers bloom in the morning and diminish in the afternoon. The plant can actually produce new flowers up to 8 weeks. I typically cut the stalks with spent flowers down, to encourage new flower growth. Spiderwort has fleshy roots that resemble that of a Day Lily. When the stalks are cut, a web-like sap is secreted…hence the name Spiderwort.

    Spiderwort are one of the earliest of flowers to bloom in the Spring, mimicking a bulb. In fact, it’s one of my favorite non-bulb bulbs. Spiderwort is not a bulb, but behaves just like a bulb so I give it an honorary mention in my garden.
    Spiderwort come in all sizes, with colors of pastel Easter Eggs. I’ve been collecting Spiderwort for years from various fields. One particular field where Spiderwort grew wild was behind our old house. I collected just about every color in the rainbow.

    Yesterday, I started relocating these lovely clumps to the barren landscapes of yuk. The greatest part of Spiderwort is that they grow anywhere and everywhere. I’ve seen them grow in asphalt and cracks of cement. Spiderwort will go dormant in the heat of the summer, to give way for flowering annuals like Zinnia or Cosmos. The foliage just started to appear a few weeks ago, and I’m moving a bunch around a young Mesquite Tree that my violin student gave me.

    Division of Spiderwort is unnecessary, unless you just more things to do in the garden. Simply pull the roots apart. Bingo….A new plant. But be advised that Spiderwort drops many seeds and you will have unwanted lovely flowers all through your garden. Simply dig and give away to friends. Every garden needs a plant with a name that children laugh at. I have some to share if you are interested.

    Happy Gardening, my friends.

    Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl

  • Milk and Wine Crinum For Thanksgiving

    I spent my Thanksgiving weekend digging up Crinum. That wasn’t my original plan, but digging is typically a common pastime when I am at my in-laws’ farm. There are a lot of run down, falling down and flattened homes in the area. Many of the homes, I have been given free rein to dig….a few I have not. I have had to jump over “no trespassing” signs, rip jeans on barb-wire fences and get into poison ivy, just to rescue a few heirloom bulbs. There are many gardeners in the area that know the secret locations of these abandoned sites, and have all taken matters into their own hands. We have no shame or apologies for our bad behavior. When a bulb lover sees a bulldozer, it’s time to hop the fence and dig.

    On this particular digging day, my family and I were simply out on a walk, minding our own business. We came to the property where a dilapidated, old hunting cabin had been hidden within the brush. I had dug at this location before, and I was shocked to find the cabin completely gone and the house grounds bulldozed and flattened. Gardeners in the area had been salvaging bulbs for years. The sheer amount of Milk and Wine and Alba Crinum is hard to put into words. The old bulbs were the size of small watermelons. I’ve broken many shovels trying to retrieve those old gals. It was sad to see the cabin and all the Crinum completely gone. I noticed a few remnants remained, so my daughter and I decided to stay behind to dig. It actually was my weed-complaining Father-in-Law who offered to bring shovels and bags. I can’t believe my dear ol Dad-in-Law offered to be an accomplice to such a gardening crime, but miracles do happen.

    My daughter, Hollie, and I dug for hours. My husband stood guard as he sat in the mule and just scrolled through golf videos. We dug every square inch of what used to be the Crinum patch. Some bulbs were chewed up and spit out by the bulldozer. Some bulbs were so deep beneath the ground, I couldn’t retrieve them. As I crawled around on my hands and knees, locating bulb remnants, my daughter laughed at me and yelled
    “Hunt ‘em up!”
    Hollie was mocking me with her Dad’s hunting voice. “Hunt ‘em up” is a command to bird dogs to sniff out birds. In the brush. We spent a lot of time that day laughing as we dug. Hollie even made me pull out bulbs shoved into a brush pile under trees. She was surprised that I am not afraid of man-handling bulbs out a bunch of brush, yet I refuse to walk on wet grass with bare feet. I didn’t even have to mind-wrestle a rattlesnake, which actually happened the last time I dug at the old cabin.

    This Crinum dig will go down in the history of the world’s greatest Crinum bulb dig., for no other reason than my entire sweet family participated in saving the bulldozed remnants of century old Heirloom Bulbs. My heart is full.

    Happy Gardening, my friends! Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl

  • What to do with Oxblood Lily Foliage


    There are few flowers that have such an emotional attachment to them as the Oxblood Lily. These flowers bloom after the long, drought-stricken summer. Oxbloods are a beautiful symbol for the promise of cooler weather. Total redemption in the garden happens in a few short weeks after the first rainfall in early Fall. The gardens turn from a crisp brown to a luxurious crimson red. It’s incredible! But, after the flowers fade, the gardener is left with long, scrappy green foliage that seems to sprawl over everything trying to grow. Lily foliage can commonly look unkept and weed-like. My Father-in-Law says it best….. “When are you gonna pull those weeds?!”

    I’ve realized that the common eye cannot appreciate the beautiful growth of the dark green foliage. The foliage is the energy for the next years’s flower. Never ever cut it back, no matter how times your Father-in-Law says so. I have begun to arrange my lilies purposefully throughout the garden. There can be little mistake that the lilies are part of the whole garden plan.

    Yesterday, I stole a few moments of quiet in the gardens before traveling to my In-Laws’ farm for Thanksgiving. I spent my time weeding and moving Oxbloods. Last year, I had decided to line all the garden paths with Oxblood Lilies. The intentional placement of the lilies really showcases the foliage.
    I’ve been told that I move flower bulbs like other people move furniture. Boredom sets in, and I grab a shovel. There are a lot of bulbs to line a lot of pathway, so I’m never bored for long.

    I think that lilies look best in clumps. Lilies are like people, they need each other to thrive. I keep my lilies in groups of about 5-10 bulbs. I give the bulbs in each clump room to grow. Oxblood Lilies grow in all kinds of conditions, but they really enjoy water during their growing season (aka…the green, strappy foliage). Let the foliage grow wild and carefree, but contained in the overall landscape plan. Remember, the foliage is the energy for next year’s flower. Foliage actually is the most important part of the bulb cycle. The flower is simply a gift to the gardener…a bulb’s way of saying “thank-you” for all the nutrients and love provided the past year.

    There is a very high probability that I will be digging today at the farm. The family Thanksgiving dinner will happen around 3 pm, so I have plenty of time to get my hands in the dirt.

    Happy Gardening, my friends!
    Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl




  • Surveying the Garden

    Last night I went to the studio to “survey” the gardens. Surveying is a normal gardening activity in my world. My husband came up with the term many moons ago…

    ”Where’s Mom?”
    “She’s surveying her plants.”

    “Surveying the gardens” also became a good excuse for all the things I *should* be doing, but I’m not…

    Diner dishes? I think I need to go survey. Packing for a vacation tomorrow? I definitely need to go survey. Grocery shopping? Survey….

    You get the drift. Surveying became my out. My time to be in the calm of nature. My rest. To survey is the walk slowly, intentionally looking at each flower or treasured bulb, in order to see what the gardens’ needs are. When one surveys, it is not time to work. It is simply a time to *see*. Seeing beyond the average hurried walk-through, and deeply studying each and every little plant on your path. Sometimes I have hours to survey, and other times, just a few moments. I feel connected and grounded. Surveying is good for the soul.

    One of my favorite parts about surveying is the calm. My garden can be full of weeds that literally grew overnight, and I just quietly make a mental note to myself to pull them later. Human nature is to get in the middle of a mess and frantically start trying to fix whatever is wrong. “Surveying the gardens” is synonymous with listening to someone speak, without butting in with your own thought or opinion. I think that we have lost the ability to simply be quiet and listen, whether it is a restful survey in the garden, or listening to a dear friend express their thoughts.

    So, back to last night’s survey.

    I walked through the little garden gate and took a few steps and my left foot sank into a hole. Not just any hole, a 4 foot deep hole. The level of being totally freaked out with my imagination was at an all time high. Was the badger back? Was it a secret cavern that my entire studio would sink into? Is it an underground sink hole full of snakes, spiders and who knows what else? I put some large sticks to mark the hole so I wouldn’t fall in, and continued my survey.

    Peaceful Survey? Nope. Not a chance.
    Freaked out? You bet.

    I got home and told my husband all about the enormous hole that almost swallowed me alive. He just laughed.
    “It’s just an old septic tank”

    How disappointing. secretly I was hoping for a secret cave with buried treasure, like the lost San Saba gold, or more heirloom bulbs. Now, the work begins to fill the darn thing up. But why do today what I can do tomorrow? It’s a beautiful day to survey!

    Happy Gardening, my friends!
    Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl