Garden Blog

A Tree Poem

Solitary conifer growing out of lava at Lava Butte, Oregon

by Dawn W Todd


There is a poem on a sign under a tree in the gardens of Castelo de São Jorge. I haven’t been there, armchair traveler that I am, but I read about it on line.

Before I tell you the poem I want to ask you a question. Why plant trees?


That’s what got me tooling around on-line. I wanted to give you an impressive list of reasons. You know all the usual ones already. In science class we learned that trees are a part of the ecosystem that keeps life going. Trees take carbon dioxide and make oxygen. The carbon cycle, the nitrogen cycle, the oxygen cycle, and the water cycle—we need trees to make it all happen.


More Travels Abroad

Path at Sunriver, Oregon

by Dawn W Todd

I'm in Oregon this week with my family. The day begins and ends with a walk on the path next to a tiny branch of the Deschutes River. My favorite part is where it reaches a little bridge and then takes a sharp right; at that point looking straight across the fields or looking left out to the mountains or looking right over to that bridge I feel I am in the most beautiful place on earth. You don’t know how beautiful that is, until I confess that I am really an ocean person. (My husband is a mountain person, and that is why we are in Sunriver, Oregon, instead of Hawaii.)


How I Spend My Summer Vacation

by Dawn W Todd

Girls in a sprinklerIt tends to be dry around here in August. I nurture a few carefully chosen potted plants (just to give a bit of color to the graying, neglected wood of the deck) and without an irrigation system, I become a slave to watering during a normal Pacific Northwest summer. During my summer vacation, I try to keep my “hardy” jasmine alive. I am descended from a long line of mid-west women who feel strongly that a woman must produce tomatoes, so I try to do that, too, whatever the challenges in this climate. And I prune. That’s really what I want to talk to you about.

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Going Native

New England aster

by Dawn W Todd, Nursery Volunteer

On the first leg of my journey to Connecticut to see my  son graduate from his medical residency (I had to put  that in), the fellow sitting next to me was from Walla Walla. As so often happens to me, we got to talking about plants. He showed me pictures of his backyard, and I was impressed by his artistry. He takes old wood—torn down structures—and turns them into landscape elements. He created a patio retreat that blocked the neighbor’s view of him, and also blocked his view of their house; it made an oasis of beauty for his family. (I’m sure it didn’t hurt that his wife has studied interior design.)


New Student Art Installed at KBG

Install!On Monday, June 2, temporary student art from Seattle Pacific University was installed by SPU students under the oversight of art professor Roger Feldman. Extension ladders, rope, screwdrivers, and many feet of fishing wire were used to install the pieces between the trees of the KBG.


The five pieces are united under the theme of Wildlife Habitat. Each piece of sculpture provides habitat for different animals in the garden (bats, insects, spiders, small mammals, bees) in an aesthetically pleasing way.  Check out the sculptures during our Wildlife Habitat Plant Sale June 6-8.


Check back soon for more details on the sculptures and their creators!


Who’s Your Mama?

Mary Cassatt painting:


by Dawn W Todd, Nursery Intern

I hope you are planning to come and see us for the 27th Annual Mother’s Day Plant Sale. For one thing, a plant makes a great gift! (If you are a mother, you should make someone else come along to buy you a plant.)

It’s our 27th Mother’s Day sale…did you know that in the United States, Mother’s Day is 100 years old? I hate to be a cynic, but I have always thought of Mother’s Day as a “Hallmark Holiday”—you know what I mean. I wasn’t completely wrong: the woman who campaigned for and finally achieved the national adoption of Mother’s Day in the United States was appalled at the commercialism of this special day.