Hmm, you know, it occurs to me—for all you new gardeners out there, you know not to trust the plant tags, right?
...maybe we should talk about that.
Plant tags are super useful when they are accurate! But they are also there by someone who is Trying To Sell You A Plant.
We live in a capitalist hellscape. Trust no one.
I recently picked up a variegated Agastache, “Crazy Fortune.” Attractive plant. The tag said it liked full shade.
This struck me as odd, because Agastache generally likes sun, and while variegated plants are more delicate, full shade is a lot.
So I went online and looked at the plant description on about five different websites. All of them said “full sun, maybe some shade in the afternoon in hot climates.” The tag was simply wrong.
There is also what we shall call “nursery optimism.” It is in the interests of the person selling the plant for you to believe that it will grow in your zone. And while I do not say that people lie, there is, in all gardeners, a streak of optimism.
“This plant once overwintered in zone 6, against a south facing wall, with a ten foot pile of mulch over it” becomes “Hardy to Zone 6!” on both the labels and the mind of the gardener, who is always trying to pretend that they can grow stuff from a zone warmer, really.
Now, this depends entirely on your nursery. A good nursery will show you a sign that says “possibly even Zone 6 with winter protection?” but that’s hard to fit on a tag.
A big box store will just lie to your face.
This is also true for the size of plants! If I buy a hosta at Lowe’s (and I do because I’m weak) the size listed is usually wrong. Sometimes by six inches, occasionally by three feet. Go online and check it.
One of the most tragic things I heard recently was a very nice person saying “ Well, they wouldn’t have it out if I couldn’t plant it now, right?” about plants at the big box store. It was ages before their last frost date. I went in like the Angel of Death.
If the tag says it has attractive berries, does it require a male plant to do that? Many hollies do.
What kind of soil does it like? The tag will just say “moist well-drained” which yeah, no shit, I’d grow in moist well-drained too, does it want sand, clay, loam?*
*Hardly anything WANTS clay, but a lot of things will tolerate it grimly.
How tall does this tree REALLY get? Everything’s an “attractive small tree” if you prune it hard enough.
Is it “vigorous”? How vigorous? Is that code for “will eat your yard, your pets, and any small children who hold still for too long?” (Pro-tip: Google “plant name” + “invasive” and see what comes up.)
This is also a good one, though be careful because people get positively histrionic about the wrong plants being toxic. Check like five websites and be skeptical.
Aconite and oleander and castor bean will absolutely kill you dead! Pointsettias might make the cat barf. Maybe.
Finally, particularly when you start getting into more specialized plants, tags are frequently wrong through no malice of the seller. Plants get introduced and the wrong name gets on them and that error is propagated forever.
Anything where you get a lot of plant breeders will often get problems like this. Elephant ears, roses, hostas, fruit trees...stuff happens.
Anyway, plant shop with your phone in your hand, and always check the label against the internet. Preferably a site that’s in your area and can tell you how it grows for YOU rather than someone in a wildly different climate.
And just remember that the plant doesn’t read the tag.
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Long, long ago, when we were in negotiations for the...fourth Dragonbreath book? Maybe?...things were not going so well. For reasons that likely had nothing to do with us, things had stalled, and the person who made decisions was not answering my agent’s calls.
The books were selling well, but the price point for printing had gone up kinda sharply owing to the big paper shortage around then, and the Big Cheese had only authorized an offer that paid LESS than the first three.
My beloved @ksonney and Becky, who left the pen to avoid the attentions of the young rooster Spare (only to promptly be sexed up by Ninja.) Among chickens, the big fluffy girls are absolutely the hottest, and Becky gets tired of the attention.
Spare isn’t a bad rooster as these things go—he’s pushy, but not violent, which means he’ll probably grow into a more polite adult, like Ninja. (We eat any roosters who get violent with the ladies.)
Still, it’s gotta be exhausting to have a dude cutting a wing at you Every Damn Time you step out of the coop. He’s gonna go off to Dogskull soon, though.
Arrrgghh. Looks like the pine siskin salmonella outbreak is hitting the East Coast too now. I found a dead one the other day and have been watching like a hawk, and sure enough, had a sick one sitting on the feeder. (By the time the bird is obviously sick, they're nearly dead.)
Picked him up--that's how sick he was--and he just barely managed to flutter away to where the dogs won't get him later. Poor bastard. Took in the feeders, gotta wait for spring migration to put them back.
Pine siskins, for whatever reason, are more susceptible to salmonella than most wild birds. It usually isn't a big deal, but when you get large numbers of them, in an irruption year like the current one, they congregate at feeders and infect everybody else.
This is 100% true and, as someone with a respect for firearms bordering on neurosis, still fills me with an emotion I can neither name nor adequately describe.
Like, my dad, god love him, instilled that in me first thing. “I have just checked to see if the gun is loaded. You watched me. I hand you the gun. What is the first thing you do?”
“Check to see if it’s loaded.”
“Correct. No one will ever yell at you for checking.”
(He later amended this to “if someone does, that is NOT a person you want to be around.”)
Wow, in the "rippling consequences" department, manufacturing has already been stretched thin because of COVID, and now the freeze in Texas shut down the resin production that makes plastic, which means my feed store is like "You order your greenhouse plastic NOW, people!"
Apparently there are now products they can't stock because there are no plastic bottles for the manufacturer to put the product in.
This is honestly fascinating, in a "fragility-of-civilization" kinda way.
(No, the solution here is not necessarily to use glass bottles--we're talking about chemicals, some of which are nasty before being diluted, some of which you really, really don't want to break all over the floor, like bug spray.)