farewell hollyhocks
I love hollyhocks.
Really, I do. They're about the closest thing I can get to my fantasy English Cottage garden.
When we bought this house 16 years ago, there were a few hollyhocks scattered around the property. But it was Fall and I didn't know a thing about gardening. Much to my delight, they all came up again the next year.
Aha! Perennials. :)
I learned that hollyhocks are extremely hardy in my neighbourhood. They grow the most amazingly deep tap roots and self-seed like you wouldn't believe. AND I don't have to water them. They are quite happy with what they get from Mother Nature.
However, if there was ever an issue that would land me in divorce court, it would be my love affair with hollyhocks.
They grow so tall (8 feet!) that they require staking. Otherwise, they eventually fall over ... across the sidewalks ... obstructing paths where people are supposed to be able to walk.
Somehow, I never quite get around to that staking part. And my poor husband? That drives him 'round-the-bend-banana-nuts-crazy. I still don't know what the big deal is ... you just walk around them on the grass. Grass can be walked on, you know.
But he has a thing about that.
And then when they do finally lay down and make a serious mess, it is quite the clear-cutting operation to clean them up. The stalks are very thick & tough and the leaves are large & plentiful. I wasn't too happy in the years when they got all gross with bugs either. Yuck. THAT part I could do without.
(Please note the "vintage" fahrenheit thermometer with its protective snow shield at our back door - it came with the house and it always makes me smile, even though I have to do the "subtract 30 and divide by 2" metric conversion thing.)
I finally conceded and let him destroy all the hollyhocks along the south sides of our house & garage where they posed the biggest problem. But I still have them at the front and here in the back - right under the kitchen window.
(Please note the window frame ... evidence of why we need a new house. Replacing the windows here would be a waste because the roof started leaking this summer, the front stoop is crumbling away, the stucco is falling off, the insulation is substandard ... blah, blah-blah, blah-blah.)
Back to flowers.
Mine are white and several shades of pink. I may or may not have "liberated" a few seeds from strangers' gardens under the cover of darkness.
I don't care as much for yellow & red ones. The black ones are fascinating, but I didn't want them in my garden. There were a few burgundy ones I removed as well.
And I also don't care for the double bloom ones. No, I'm quite particular and favour this elegant trumpet or single bloom variety. Explains why I also love morning glories.
But I'm sad. I won't be able to plant them at our new house. To say nothing about said husband's objections, we're going from a football field-sized yard (slight exaggeration) to a postage stamp-sized yard (not at all an exaggeration) and there really isn't a good spot for them.
So this was probably my last summer to enjoy these abundant and beautiful hollyhocks.
"Farewell, blossom friends. I will miss you very much."
Reader Comments (37)
Love hollyhocks..They are yesteryear to me~
There are dwarf varieties ...... Same beautiful trumpets, same awesome colors but they don't grow so very tall.....no stakes! If you can have a shrub on your postage stamp, you might consider a Rose of Sharon ( Althea). Flowers are very similar, mine is white with a purple center.
I wish I could grow them, but darn it, they won't grow in complete shade...
Are you sure there isn't a place for just a few perfect pink hollyhocks in your new yard ...
Keep inspiring with your creations!
Love the pot suggestion, too - never occurred to me - thanks Susan!
Pink flowers = nirvana