Thirteen years ago, the first year I did the Flower & Garden Show, I woke up sick on Monday, the day of move out, and had to stay home in bed while others took down the garden. I was so sad at the thought of tearing out the garden I had made myself sick.
Moving out lacks the excitement and creativity of moving in. Everyone is tired and dreading any surprises or delays. One year we realized all the CLEMATIS, which we had borrowed and would now have to buy, had died after eight days in steer-co. Another year we discovered the water feature had not worked throughout the Show because it had been unplugged. (of course we felt foolish we had not thought to check that). Last year those of us who had gardens in the lobby learned, during move out, that we had to haul the sawdust and steer-co used to build our gardens into the convention hall--luckily the Show found us a wheelbarrow.
During the Show there were lots of comments about the stone, the glider, and the screens. People liked the black hellebore and black catkins, which look like fat black caterpillars.
By far the most raved about and asked about plant in my garden was the almond-scented ABELIOPHYLLUM roseum, or white forsythia, although it is not in any way related to forsythia and, in this case, is pink. Most of us enjoy scent in the garden at any time, but in the middle of the winter--to see a plant that blooms and smells good in January and February is a treat.
Another scented, winter-blooming plant is RIBES laurifolium, the evergreen currant, which shared a container with a green-flowered hellebore.
Many people had and shared an opinion of the container lying on the patio. One of the reasons I liked it was that it extended the levels of plants in the garden: the conifer and black-leafed HEUCHERA (coralbell) are on the patio floor, the white hellebore grow in a short container beside them, and overhead bloom pink hellebore.
This year move out went smoothly. Our truck could not get on the floor until four. We had it loaded and our area swept in probably forty-five minutes, and we left just in time for rush hour in the middle of downtown Seattle! So we finished unloading the truck in the dark.
I like the look of dissolution in the picture below. The containers have been emptied and dirt spilled on the stone. Many of the cobblestones have been removed. The paper towels and empty black plastic container and coke can are ordinary.
The pink-frosted cupcakes made it through the Show. In years past people have entered the gardens and helped themselves to some of the food. This year a little girl walked in and stuck her finger into the frosting on one of the cakes. And then she walked back to her mother, sucking on the frosted finger.