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Bloody Great Asters

Well, we had a hard rain and knocked the giant willowleaf asters flat. I don’t know why anybody wants a six-foot-tall aster anyway, except that I apparently do. Show me a native plant that gets eight feet tall and I will hand you my wallet, grab the pot, and run giggling down the street.

It’s a bit of a problem, I grant you.

This one was grown up against the back of the garage, a big blank white wall that should have been a perfect canvas for the aster, except that the aster decided to hell with it. Very tall plant stakes, it turns out, can be torn out of the ground by a sufficiently determined aster.

The flowers are lovely. The bees like them.

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Great tall wands, covered in nickel sized flowers. You could say “forms an attractive vase shape” if you were the sort of garden writer that delights in deceiving your fellow man while still somehow telling the exact truth.

And the rain forms such marvelous little glass beads all over the flowers. You’d have one of those epiphanies about the glory of nature if you weren’t trying to drag the stems off the fig tree and the giant salvia that was behaving quite well and standing up just like it should until a bloody great aster fell on it.

At times like this, I must remind myself that I live in a very beautiful place. Despite my—and the aster’s—best efforts.

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(View over the back fence. Looking away from the aster.)

Originally published at Squash's Garden. You can comment here or there.


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The salvia should realize that's the * it takes, growing at your place.

Yes, gorgeous. Gorgeous.


I live in flatland suburbia.
YEARN!

My asters are only three feet tall, and spindly.
*sulks*

But! The bees still love them. And they haven't fallen down.
*sidles over to block from view the one plant that is standing horizontally*

I love gardening. :-)

Got to love the plants on steroids. At my old place the artichoke was triffad like. When I bought it it was in a small pot about 2" in diameter. When I left the plant was nearly as tall as me at over 5' and huge. I used to hack it down every year to nothing and it would grow back bigger and better.
It was like the poppies. I planted one tiny little bed of them the first year in the house. 6 years later when I left, the whole garden would be taken over by them AND they were marching down the street.

My delightful little linaria (looks like tiny snapdragons, originally from Morocco) explode in spring and if it's a damp year will gleefully colonize any unattended area. They're pretty, inoffensive, and as long as someone doesn't mow them they're great little flowers. Every color and blend of yellows, pinks, magenta, lavender and violet. I love them

I know the flower. We call them candy pops. They are gorgeous.

I have one of those. Except I don't think mine's a willowleaf aster, just a garden-variety lavender aster. But it was as tall as the six-foot fence, until the rainy season switch flipped here in western Washington over the weekend. Now it's draped ungracefully over the salpiglossis. I'm debating whether I should try to do anything or if it would swallow me whole in the process and spit me back out dripping wet if I tried.

I have one of those-- or at least, something where the flowers look quite similar, as whatever plant tag came with it has gone missing. I am entirely certain that whatever it is, it did *not* come with a warning that it was going to get seven feet tall, or I would not have planted it in front of the high bush blueberry or within falling over range of the front steps... and this is only its second year. I'm a little afraid to see what happens next year, but the pollinators are so happy with it I hate to dig it up now.

Move to Florida. Everything gets eight feet tall unless you threaten it every few days with a machete.

Unfortunately, that also includes the insects.

I take string and tie the damn things into an 'attractive vase shape' and let them hold themselves up. Works until a *really* bad storm comes through and knocks the whole bloody thing on the ground.

i have a cluster of aster growing out of the sidewalk that is not even a foot tall. they kinda spread everywhere. there is also some goldenrod growing all stumpy there. i was tempted to kill it and get it out of the sidewalk but then the BEES came. and i wanted BEES! cause my peppers went dormant through the heat wave and came back with a Vengence as soon as fall started. now even though we have had several frosts they are covered in flowers and growing big. so the asters stay. personally i want to transplant some of the awesome purple ones around here to somewhere in the postage stamp yard i have.

Could you hang a frame with hogwire stapled to it from the eaves and then tie the aster to that?

That last photo is making me really miss the woods around my grandmother's house.

IIRC, you're close enough to the area that you might even be one of the few people I still know who'd recognize my explanation of where it was -- her house was just north of Goldston. I remember wandering around the woods next to it with my father; there were the ruins of an old house, and a small forgotten cemetary, back in there.

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