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Tag: Southern bulbs

  • Bloom in the Freeze

    Another hard freeze came our way…just in time to wipe out all the Paperwhites that are in bloom. Nature is funny that way. If I had a dollar for every time a flower bulb was *just about to bloom* but nature stepped in and wiped it all out, I’d be rich. It’s hard to watch precious flower bulbs have set backs. It’s hard to watch people have set backs too. I suppose we all have moments in our lives when life’s uncontrollable events hinder our instinct to bloom. I read once that people are like stained glass. It is easy to be beautiful when the sun is out and everything is shining. It’s hard to actually shine in the darkness.

    For the last three years, Winter has delivered hard freezes at the exact same time my Paperwhites bloom. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that nature is trying to teach me something. This year, I got wise and covered many of the blooming bulbs with large plastic flower pots. Two days ago, I removed the covering pots to find the bulbs were happy and snuggly….blooms perfectly healthy. What I didn’t realize was that another hard freeze was scheduled that night. The freeze proceeded to wipe all the bulbs out. Nature is funny. Although the heirloom bulbs won’t die from a freeze, I lose the beautiful bloom that happens only once a year. What exactly is the moral of this story? Dig up the Paperwhites and throw them in the compost heap? Give up? Be like dingy stained glass, refusing to bloom in the freezing darkness?

    I don’t think gardeners plant flowers for the moments of perfection. I think most of us like to watch things grow. We learn about ourselves through nurturing our gardens. Our hearts delight in watching a prized cabbage rose bloom for the first time after a long battle with thrips, and our hearts break in the loss of a cherished heirloom bulb, eaten by gophers. Gardeners stay the course, for better or for worse and against all odds, simply to bring natural beauty to dark, technology-driven world. Gardeners are stained glass folks who *choose* to bloom in the darkness. Maybe that’s why I grow flower bulbs….I need to be reminded each and every day to bloom in spite of my circumstances.

    ”The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases.
    His mercies never come to an end.
    They are new every morning.
    Great is Thy faithfulness, oh Lord.”

    This morning, the weather is in the teens. All Paperwhites have frozen back, but my heart is not defeated. My thoughts are already planning to rearrange the areas with Paperwhites, to make the covering-process more accessible. I am also gearing up for the Spring Bloom, hoping to order some more daffodils from Southern Bulb Company, and some heirloom dahlias from Old House Gardens. Life continues on and next year, I won’t be caught off guard for the surprise freeze.

    Happy Gardening. my friends! Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl

  • 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


  • 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




  • A Well Watered Garden

    “The LORD guide you continually, and satisfy your soul in drought, and strengthen your bones. You shall be like a watered garden. And like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.” -Isaiah 58:11


    What can be better than a well watered garden?
    For most gardens, water is essential to life. Not just floral life, but all life. Without good, healthy water, gardens suffer. In many regions, water restrictions have become the norm. Watching gardens dry up before your eyes is brutal. Even the soul of the gardener feels the drought.

    For many years, I enjoyed the luxury of a well. Rumor has it, our old well was one of the few water sources for our town during the severe drought in the 1950’s. The well ran deep, the gardens flourished and my soul was continually satisfied. In 2018, after a catastrophic flood, our family relocated to higher ground. The gardens were one of the only things to survive the flood. I poured myself into salvaging heirloom bulbs.

    The new gardens at the studio seem to limp along. Nothing was flourishing. The soil was poor, the water was harsh and my soul became increasingly dissatisfied. I missed my well watered garden. Although flowers still bloomed, there was a difference I couldn’t put my finger on. Then the drought came, and the roses died. Everything seemed to die overnight. I couldn’t figure it out, so I did a little experiment. I dug up a distressed, heat-loving native and watered it with some rain water I had collected. The very next day, I had new growth. Unbelievable. I tried everything in my power to provide small amounts of rain water for my gardens, but it simply wasn’t enough. Hauling small buckets of dechlorinated water was time consuming, and the gardens still struggled. The drought took its toll.

    Fast forward a few years….

    ”Keenan, you really need a well.”
    Fast forward a few more months….”Keenan, I’m getting you a well.”

    The Lord definitely moves in mysterious ways. My friend’s heart became obedient to a random prompting from the Lord. Through the Lord’s sheer graciousness, I now have a “spring of water, whose waters never fail.”
    Through the Lord’s guidance, the gardens can now be a place of abundance in the Agape Haus Community Garden. Children can enjoy cut flowers and peaceful walks through the studio grounds. I get to watch, before my eyes, God’s restoration of a barren land.

    Happy Gardening, my friends!

    May the Lord satisfy your soul in times of drought. May He strengthen your bones. May you be like a watered garden. Like a spring of water, whose waters never fail. Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl

  • Growing Oxblood Lily Seeds


    I find it so amazing that some of the original old German Oxblood Lilies will actually reseed. I love everything about the Oxblood Lily, and this fun little fact will help multiply your bulb population in no time!
    For those of you who are new to Heirloom Bulbs, Oxblood Lilies are not supposed to produce viable seed. In fact, if you ask Google if Oxblood Lilies will reseed, the answer is no, but clearly some do. I found this oddly fascinating and spent some time experimenting on the best way to germinate Oxblood Lily seeds.

    After the lily flower blooms, watch for a seed pod that develops. The seed pod will resemble rain lily seed pods. A little trifold package that will grow into maturity if conditions are right. Seed pods will continue to grow and eventually split open, revealing beautiful black little wafer-like seeds. Most of the time, the pod will simply fail to grow, dry up and fall off. I have found that the bulbs enjoy a lot of water during their seed production. The bulbs also prefer cooler temperatures as well….although, these are just my theories. I have some bulbs in full sun that produced viable seed, and some in shade that did not. Weird.

    Once the seed pod begins to split open, collect the seeds. I have tried to hand sow the seeds throughout the gardens, just to see what would happen. The answer is nothing, so I now collect the seeds. Rain Lily seeds prefer moist conditions to germinate. No bright sun, just the warmth of a window. I place soil in a shallow teacup. Little cups keep the moisture even without have too much area to overwhelm the seeds. Place the seeds on top of the soil and dust the top with a thin layer of soil. Water in well, and wait. For most lily seeds, little greenery begins to poke through after about 11 days. My newest little teacup full of Oxblood Lily seeds germinated within 5 days. Needless to say, I’m thrilled!

    Currently, I have about 6 different varieties of rain lilies in teacups scattered all through the Agape Haus Studio. It looks like a teacup-bomb has gone off. After about a year, I plant the lilies. Last year I made the mistake of over-wintering the little cups in my potting shed. We got a hard freeze and the baby bulbs froze. I have been known to love my favorite bulbs to death by trying to protect them from the elements. This mishap was placed at the very top of my garden-failings list. It definitely hurt my pride. Martha Stewart would never let that happen. Martha would probably be shaking her head in disapproval, as she uses her fine, Lenox china to germinate her lily seeds. I’m using the thrift store special. Luckily for me, I have so many garden mishaps, that my pride left years ago.

    After you plant your lilies, keep them well watered, and watch them grow into adulthood. Let me know if you have any questions, or if you are interested in the nice, old Oxblood Lily stock. I’m always happy to share.

    Happy Gardening, my friends!
    Love, Keenan at Heirloombulbgirl