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Buttonbush (Cephalanthus ‘Sugar Shack’)

Posted on February 24, 2023 by jmarkowski Posted in Shrubs .

Back in the day, when I was posting here regularly, I consumed myself with SEO (Search Engine Optimization). If I focused on one particular plant within a post, I made sure I repeated that plant name as often as possible, to ensure the “keyword” was accounted for. I linked and captioned every photo. I reduced the total number of words within my posts to ensure I sat in the “right zone” according to Google rules. I dumbed down my prose to improve my “readability” score.

And it all worked.

I kept a close eye on my site traffic, refreshing the numbers every few minutes, specifically to learn how readers found me through Google searches. I was able to pull in long time readers who originally found me through a search on Miscanthus gracillimus or Northern Sea Oats.

But I’m done with that shit.

I’m no longer seeking garden blog dominance and my plans to rule the blogosphere have been set aside. Now I want to write the way I want to write. You don’t need a bulleted list of facts from me that you could easily look up yourself through Google. You need me showing you how a plant performed for me specifically and you need me rambling on and on about whatever I want to ramble about when it comes to that plant.

So let’s dive in, shall we?

Have any of you seen the movie Sharp Objects? Or read the book of the same name? If not, are you familiar with the syndrome, “Munchausen by Proxy”?

Never mind, if you don’t know, don’t look it up. Forget I mentioned it.

Okay fine, I’ll attempt to explain:

I buy a lot of small shrubs, grasses and perennials from online plant purveyors. They’re more affordable than the full-sized option at a nursery and I also enjoy “raising” the plant. Nothing is more rewarding than watching a tiny plug evolve into a massive flowering shrub or a towering ornamental grass. It makes me proud as a plant parent.

OK, work with me here. This is where the “Munchausen by Proxy” things comes into play:

I have a dirty secret. There are times, more than I care to admit, where I knowingly stick a new plant in the ground with no plans to nurture the little guy. I want to see if it’s strong enough to survive without my loving and tender care. A test of will, if you will. You’re on your own buddy.

For those plants that struggle and fail the survival test, I purposely ignore them and allow them to become more and more “sick” until the last possible moment. Then I do all I can to bring it back to life from the brink of death. It warms my heart when I push aside the tattered and brown stems and leaves and spot new green growth along a stem. Once I see that, I’m all in and like a parent, will fight a deer if I have to in order to ensure that plant’s future safety.

Is it twisted to allow your plant to suffer to only then save it so you feel like a nurturing gardener? Yes.

Is it morally wrong? Probably.

Will I continue to do it? Now that I’ve confessed, no. I’m not proud and I understand it’s a selfish gesture.

Does the Munchausen by Proxy analogy here make any sense at all? I’ll let you be the judge.


I subjected a Buttonbush (Cephalanthus Sugar Shack) to this test a few years back. After receiving the tiny shrub in the mail from Bluestone Perennials, I struggled to find the proper space for it. Struggled because I had no room left in my garden for any new plants. I’m sure none of you can relate to that.

Without much thought, I dug a small hole with my trusty trowel, shoved it in the ground and moved on. Here’s your test young plant, show me how bad you want it.

Fast forward a few years and while weeding one morning, I almost yanked the shrub out of the ground mistaking it for one of those monster weeds that like to threaten my garden every spring. But fortunately, I didn’t. While it looked weak, it did display some new green growth after I teased off the brown and decaying foliage. I would give the still unidentifiable plant a few weeks to prove it was okay and prove it wasn’t just another weed.

And it did.

I took a photo and cross-referenced it against everything I had purchased online over the past few years. It didn’t take long to realize it was a Buttonbush and it had stood the test of time with no issues with the poorly drained soil and frequent visits from critters.

And it was this past summer when it truly shined.

Not only were the “buttons” or blooms striking, but so were the green glossy leaves and growth habit. It is now a focal point amongst summer blooming perennials and of course, a few ornamental grasses.

But back to the flowers. They emerge a yellowish-green, quickly transforming into beautiful balls of white.

When fully developed, the blooms are a beautiful creamy white, an inch or so in diameter and man are there are oodles of them.

After the blooms are spent in late summer, they transform to a reddish fruit which gives the shrub an entirely new look and feel.

Admittedly, I didn’t get enough good photos of this shrub in late summer/fall but will not make that same fatal mistake this year.

Here are the plant details from the Bluestone Perennials website with my own comments added in bold:

A prized native now in a manageable size. Continuous interest and color provide a spectacular show from spring through fall. This compact Buttonbush dons white sweetly scented ball-shaped blooms (I have no sense of smell so can’t comment here). Red fruit follows in late summer (have witnessed the “fruit” and it’s glorious). New foliage emerges glossy red (yes, but no photos so again bad miss on my part), progresses to green and then turns burgundy in the fall (fall color a bit underwhelming to date). Cute as a button! Proven Winnersยฎ selections are trialed and tested to be colorful, long blooming, carefree and easy to grow. Adapts well to multiple conditions. The bright red fruit of C. Sugar Shackยฎ is showcased against the pristine white of a snowy winter providing four-season interest. Loves a boggy wet spot (Can I get an Amen?).

Cephalanthus occidentalis are a species of deciduous flowering shrubs with a rounded habit in the coffee family. Reliable performers, fine in a watered bed, Buttonbush are perfectly at home in a naturalized landscape where excess moisture is present-shallow water at the edge of ponds, near water gardens or in a boggy site. A great nesting spot for songbirds (still anxiously waiting).

Extremely low maintenance. No pruning required unless desired. Blooms on new wood so trimming is best done in early spring. Flowers are pollinated by insects, so fruit occurs effortlessly and reliably (hope you’re right plant people).

The only issue I’ve seen to date is that it sprawled a bit towards the end of the summer and a bare spot opened up within the middle of the shrub. I’ll need to do some detailed research on how to best prune this beauty.

Has anyone else had experience growing this shrub? What are your thoughts? Any tips or advice?

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A walk along the Delaware River

Posted on February 16, 2023 by jmarkowski Posted in Uncategorized .

Moving forward on this blog, I’ll do my best to not bore and inundate you with age-related rants and complaints. I know that story gets old and uninteresting real fast.

But that’s where we’ll begin today.

Turning 50 freaked me out. You know this from a prior post, so no need to dwell on it. Although I just did.

Here’s the deal: I’m not going to crumble, I’m not going to feel sorry for myself. I vow to push myself physically. I vow to weed like a spry 28 year old. I vow to move plants around with reckless abandon like I did in my 30’s.

And I vow to traverse the entirety of the Appalachian Trail by my lonesome.

J/k.

I’ll start smaller, just like I did a few months back when I completed a 15-mile hike along the Delaware River, via the Delaware Canal. It’s a spot my wife and I visit often for its tranquility and killer views. But our walks never extended beyond 2-3 miles. This walk 5 x’d that.

So after a shit week at work, I feigned illness and took off a Friday in November. The day was too ideal to ignore. Low 60’s and nothing but sun. Shorts and a t-shirt were all I needed. My wife dropped me off at the start of the planned 15.2 mile walk at Tinicum Park in Pennsylvania and she would then pick me up in New Hope, PA where my stroll would be ending.

With camera in hand and a shit-eating grin on my face, I headed off.

And within three minutes, I spotted a blue heron (I think?) and spent minutes trying to find the right angle for a pic. Yeah nature! And yeah birds!

I love abandoned locations and abandoned things. I’m obsessed with it. I watch You Tube videos of abandoned theme parks, abandoned zoos and abandoned hospitals. I don’t understand the appeal and should probably dive deeper to grasp why.

Some of my abandoned finds during the hike:

I need to know the decision making behind the individual who last stepped out of this vehicle and said “I’ll just leave this here.” And when did it topple on to its side? Does anyone have plans to move this at some point? Are they procrastinating?

You tell me “Keep out” and I read “Come on in”. I didn’t enter but may do so during the next walk. I regret chickening out.

I’m not paranoid and I’m not taking poetic license by saying this: I saw glowing eyes in the window all the way to the left. I felt it to my core. And it kicked ass.

I stepped off the path and wandered through this building hoping to be attacked or accosted by a spirit or a raccoon.

Spoiler: nothing happened.

I’ve watched all the Big Foot and Sasquatch documentaries so this holds a special place in my heart.

I was close to twenty feet below the road’s surface when I snapped this photo. That is some flood.

How good must this party have been?

I never tire of the views found on the trail. Here’s looking toward New Jersey.

This was taken in by the town/hamlet of Point Pleasant, PA. So f’n cute, right?

And then Heaven arrived. The trail winded behind a nursery. I contemplated buying a few small trees but wasn’t sure how I’d carry them for ten more miles.

I watched this guy work in the nursery for a few minutes while I shoved two power bars down my throat. That’s my retirement job some day. And some day is a long way’s away, right? Right.

Owners of this adorable home, invite me in for coffee or tea or something even stronger. Please.

Exactly half way though the hike, the path ended in Upper Black Eddy, PA with no means to continue on. My plan to end in New Hope, PA was to include a few beers at a local brewery and now I was stymied. My only option was to turn around and head back to where I came from. Probably should have done a bit of research before I headed out.

By the time I finished, my thighs and calves burned and the bottoms of my feet were afire with soon to be popping blisters. But my friends, it was oh so worth it.

15 miles down.

30 miles next. With better shoes.

Until next time Delaware Canal.

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Back to the veggies

Posted on February 13, 2023 by jmarkowski Posted in Veggies .

It’s been five years since I last attempted to grow vegetables myself. If you’ve been here for a while, you know not only is my property inundated with deer, rabbits and Lord know what else roams through at night, but my soil sucks. It doesn’t drain well due to our high water table and it is a nasty conglomerate of clay and stone. So fun.

Because of that, my attempts to grow vegetables in the past was limited to containers that reside on my back deck. On a scale of 1-10, my success rate was a 1.3 but most of the blame falls on me as my heart wasn’t in it. I used shit soil, whatever containers I could find in the garage and randomly tossed the seeds within the containers. I did thin the seedlings and I’m sure I shared that with you long-time readers to try and build cred, but I also failed to keep up with the watering and got started too late so my spinach and lettuce bolted before I could harvest just about anything.

Well we’re back and we’re going to do it right this time. My wife and daughter gave me their list and the seeds have already been purchased and are on the table next to me as I write this. Here’s what John will be growing in spring ’23 and here’s hoping he doesn’t screw it up this time.

Black Beauty Zucchini

Red Cored Chantenay Carrot

Space Hybrid Spinach

A modest haul and nothing too exotic. We’ll start slow this year and then reassess at the end of the growing season. And yes, I know I could grow the cold-season veggies again in the fall and I vow to do that.

My seed buys weren’t limited to what you can eat. I added some green zinnias which I have had success with in the past (I’m not a complete amateur).

Zinnia Envy

And some Dahlia tubers which I’ve never grown before and cannot wait to watch them emerge in late spring/summer. These were my wife’s favorites. Will look to buy some already grown from the nursery as well. A dahlia party it will be.

Dahlia Breakout

Dahlia Cafe au Lait

And for my proudest achievement, I purchased soil online and will do that right this time, realizing it’s kind of a big deal if I want this Markowski veggie resurgence (well not really a resurgence, resurgence means it actually worked at one time which it didn’t) to come to fruition. I identified the root cause (ahem) and acted accordingly.

Wonder Soil

So what do we all think?

Any key tips or advice?

What has worked for you and what hasn’t?

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All it takes is some gummies and a dream, a stressful dream.

Posted on February 6, 2023 by jmarkowski Posted in Blog stuff, Family, Garden memoir .

I struggle with sleep. I’ve tried the CPAP machine, tape over my mouth, meditation and sequential breathing. Little to no progress.

But then I discovered CBD gummies. While I’ve yet to attain 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, I’ve seen improvement. Fewer minutes/hours pacing the house in desperation and when I do inevitably wake up during the night, it’s in a state of calm, not all out panic.

An additional benefit of these delicious gummies has been better dreaming. Specifically, more vivid dreaming which was non-existent previously. The dreams aren’t all trippy and fun as hoped, but they do feel longer in duration and they do seem to be probing into my unconscious mind. I appreciate that.

I had one of those dreams last night. While it ended with me waking up in a panic, I cherished the message it delivered.

The dream: the family and I were back at our current house (will explain in a bit) which we had allegedly abandoned in haste years earlier. Papers were strewn on tables, busted chairs littered the floor, weeds climbed up and around the windows. Random acquaintances inhabited different rooms. The kids were significantly younger then they are now. Neighborhood children rudely attempted to get me to buy window decals and tried to steal cash out of my wallet after I agreed to purchase their stupid stickers.

A lot to unpack there. Super stressful.

But the most stressful aspect was I couldn’t figure out why we had left in the first place and where we currently resided. The more I tried to recall what had transpired, the more I got confused. At one point, I stepped through the a sliding glass door that lead to the outside and on to the remnants of a patio. We never had a patio. And I felt a pang of “Damn, I wish I remembered what that patio looked like”. I then lifted up debris and pushed aside branches to reveal a collection of perennials that remained in tact underneath. But I had no memory of planting them. They were in odd numbers though which made me happy.

The frustration hit a crescendo when I spotted a collection of blueberry bushes. “Why can’t I remember these! This was my house but I have no memories of it so is it really my house? It sure feels like it.” And I knew our current residence couldn’t match what we once had.

I woke up.

I couldn’t pull my thoughts together.

Where did I currently live? Why had we left what was once our beautiful home?

It didn’t take too long before I centered myself. You still live in this same house; we never left. You still have your garden. While there is no patio, there is a deck surrounded by shrubs and perennials and grasses and it is fucking awesome.

Massive relief.

Why am I telling you all this? Because I know with certainty that I received this as a message or a warning.

I’ve struggled with turning 50 malaise the past few months.

I genuinely fear getting older. There’s an ever growing sadness with the kids getting older and soon moving out.

My work life is stale and I regret that I never had a “career”, just a “job”.

This dream: “Stop and smell the roses” … and the catmint and the bee balm and soon, yay, the hyacinth.

John, you’re still young and physically capable of tending to your garden. Get back to being the ONG. Cherish all you’ve built and curated and keep building and curating more. Go purchase perennials without a plan of where they’ll fit and figure it out later. Create new spreadsheets. Fill more containers.

LIVE IN THE MOMENT DUMMY.

With that in mind, it’s time to get this blog back up and running consistently. Not just an every other month post with a couple pics. Be me, be immature, be crude, curse, share the joys and the frustrations. This is who you are and this is what makes you happy.

An empty promise yet again? I hope not. Only time will tell. But this time feels different.

Stay tuned.

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