Riverview Linden Tour and Tea

Catalpa by sunset

I have wanted to see the tree sanctuary for a long time and since I had burning questions about linden trees, I asked my friend Robin if she wanted to go to the Riverview Horticultural Centre Society linden tree walk and tea. The morning clouds burned off and after watering Catherine's pots I came home to make a quinoa salad with snow peas from the garden. It was a rare midsummer evening when we headed east towards Coquitlam. Robin had gone on the internet and carefully planned our route to avoid the freeway, which is often congested with aggressive commuter traffic. And in spite of Robin's best navigational efforts, we got lost. We wandered through residential streets to get our bearing, heading north and east until Robin found the street she was looking for. Due to spring construction the roads had recently changed and the signage was disfunctional, but we managed to find our way through the back route. At the end of a winding tree-lined road we finally found the Riverview grounds. 

Catalpa blossoms, which look like orchids

There is a bus route that goes through the grounds which Robin used to take when she lived in a nearby town. The temporary signs with florescent pink arrows indicated a movie was being shot somewhere on the grounds. There are buildings here and there, but they are discretely hidden by trees. We passed two men sitting on benches who looked like they were movie actors in costumes from the 1960's--round sunglasses and leather vests. But then again, they could have been staff, or even residents. Robin says that many days there would to be a man gazing out at the fence in a sou'wester--a silent sentinel, watching and waiting. I wonder about his story.

After driving through a maze of roads we finally found a Riverview Horticultural Centre Society flag and a small hand-drawn sign indicating we were in the right spot for the tour.  Robin spied a woman doing some garden work, so we assumed she was our leader. We had our picnic--Robin had made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and I brought along some of Jackie's Earl Grey shortbread from Shaktea. We sat on a bench across from a linden tree.

Having done several art projects with tree leaves, Robin has researched the cultural history of specific trees. She is my perfect tour guide! The grounds are full of a diversity of majestic trees. Some are planted in groupings, which have a dramatic presence, reminding me of Henry Moore sculptures. I look up at four pines shoulder to shoulder and tell Robin they look like they should be called "The Four Sisters." Some stands are a mix of are vigorous volunteers. The grass is long and full of clover, prunella, and yarrow. (These are three powerful medicinal plants. Prunella vulgaris is also known as self-heal.)  "Isn't the yarrow beautiful?," RHCS's Norma Gillespie says. "This is what it would look like if you didn't cut your lawn." There are some species of flowers coming back into the grass, but the grass is still quite dominant. There are firemen performing a drill and testing their hoses, which is a great way of preventing a fire in these dry July conditions.

There are about fifteen of us in all-- ranging in age from 6 to over 60. Some are more mobile than others. One woman follows along in her car, determined to catch what she can in spite of mobility issues. They need one of those big golf carts like they have at VanDusen Gardens. There has been some confusion in the publicity and it turns out the tour starts at 7:30 pm, so by the time the local arborist shows up and everyone signs in, I'm a bit cranky because it's been a long day and we are losing the light. What's the point of a tree tour in the dark? Anyway, after I vent my frustration, things get underway and I can focus on the trees.

Catalpa pods

 

These catalpa trees are planted in a stand that envelopes you as if in a protective embrace. Robin says it would be a great place for a theatrical event. Someone mentions grazing sheep and then somehow we get onto a vision of Midsummer's Night Dream with an al fresco dinner of roasted lamb skewers. We imagine children playing in here, whiling away the summer hours. I think of those dark hours I have had, and how one imagines a place like this where you can escape to hide your pain-scored soul and heal, letting the trees be your medicine.

 

The trees have been evaluated for their monetary worth. Some, like the weeping beech are very rare and valuable, but can you really put a value on the ability of these trees to heal broken human lives? These grounds contain traces of tragic lives, but there is a quiet dignity here, a living memorial to the primary intention of the place, which was meant to make people whole. Unfortunately we all know the sad history of mental health care and how it evolved and is still evolving from cruel to compassionate treatment. The real cruelty was closing the institution down and forcing vulnerable people onto the street without any care at all. This needs to be addressed. What better way than to re-open the place as an arts center and retreat?

There are still three buildings prividing care for 65 long term mental health care patients. Unfortunately, the hospital was closed in the summer of 2012 and the government is considering the value of the lands for development into--you guessed it--condos. As a result of the pressure to develop the land Riverview is in Canda's Heritage Foundation has put Riverview onto its top ten endangered heritage sites.

From their website, here are some ideas proposed by the RHCS:

Our vision for the Lands has included: A sanctuary and therapeutic milieu for people with mental illnesses, contributing also to their recreation and employment. A horticultural centre, with education facilities for the expanding nursery trades, landscape, arborists, forestry courses, research facilities, a horticultural therapy program and display gardens maintained by garden clubs An arts centre with space for the visual and performing arts, filming locations and indoor and outdoor performing areas A conference centre with space for retreats, training events, and banquets An educational and community centre and recreation area.

Walnut tree bearing fruit

 After we looks at redwoods, maples, oaks, walnuts and beeches we finally come to the giant silver linden trees in bloom: Tilia Tomentosa. The fragrance is sweet and even more powerful than the other varieties of  linden. There is a little teapot on a Bunsen burner and a picnic table and folding chairs. At first I think it's part of the movie set, but then I realize this is the tea! However, we are losing the light and since it's not actually tea made from linden we decide to skip it and carry on with the tour.

The underside of the leaves has a silvery color

Tila Tomentosa is one of the kinds of linden that is reportedly toxic to bees. Is it related to the narcotiv effect of the flowers, which can make humans drowsy or is it something about the sugars in the nectar that bees can't digest? I have a chemist working on helping me look at the latest research on these questions. In any case, I see one bumble bee and one honey bee foraging in the dim light and they don't seem any worse for wear.  Please note, this is NOT why the bees died in the Oregon parking lot. (Story in the post here.)

Robin has just returned from Berlin where the linden trees have had to be replanted because they were cut down as firewood during WW II. One woman on the tour asks if she can take some blossoms to her friend who is from Germany. I tell her to warn her friend not to operate heavy machinery after drinking the soporific tea made from those flowers. 

The women from the RHCS point out that all but one of the buildings are kept up and could be used by other groups. "We stand in front of a hall with many windows. This building has so much natural light--it is perfect for arts groups." We go around the only building that has been deemed unsafe (because of falling roof time) and a woman points out a great horned owl sitting on one of the window ledges. (I think it's a short-eared owl, but apparently horned owls sometimes lay their "ears" flat. Also, I think this is a juvenile.) The West Lawn building turned 100 yrs old this April 1.

Whether or not you believe in ghosts, the grounds convey a spirit of loss.  I did not expect to find the photograph below in my documentation. It's not my style. It is as if someone else took this picture.

As we finish up the tour, folks come by offering us lemon linden pound cake and chocolate chip cookies. By this time I am overwhelmed by the desire to help the society save this unique treasure. Save Riverview. Save the trees. How? You can start by joining the Riverview Horticultural Society--it only costs five dollars. Check out their tree tours and events here.

As a post script, I discovered a very good short video of a nurse recounting some memories of Riverview, focusing on two "mannish women" who spent part of their lives there because they were rejected by society at the time. It's called Asylum by Lisa G Nielsen. The video is part of a trilogy, and I highly recommend taking the time to watch it.

Vancouver Kids Respond to Oregon Bumble Bee Tragedy

 On Monday I lead a session at the Creative Remix Summer Camp at Moberly. The theme was health, so we studied three plants and their relationships to birds or bugs: yarrow for ladybugs, lavender for bees, and nasturtiums for hummingbirds. We made lemon balm and lavender lemonade sweetened with honey, fashioned head bands out of yarrow, and mixed chopped nasturtiams into cream cheese to make a healthy snack. We put lavender and plantain in our shoes to give ourselves a spa treatment.

When I gave my little talk about what keeps bees and hummingbirds healthy, I focused on the need for clean water and clean flowers. I told the tragic story of  what happened in a parking lot in Oregon when the linden trees were sprayed with neonicotinoids. (The number of bees thought to be killed are doubled since the article was written.) People were horrified to find thousands of dead bumble bees on the ground, some of them still clinging to the linden blossom they were pollinating when the pesticides were sprayed. All this carnage because people don't want honey dew from aphids on their cars.

 

 I explained how aphids are a natural part of our ecosystem. I told them how last week the artichokes in the herb garden were covered with aphids, but I saw a finch feeding off them in the early morning sun. Ladybugs were laying their eggs on the leaves of the artichoke. This week the aphids are completely gone.

The children were somber and silent. I apologized for telling them such a sad story and encouraged them to write messages for the bees. They practiced drawing the parts of the bees and then it was time for me to leave. I felt badly all the rest of the day, the darkness of the story seeping into my mind and souring my day. Moberly artist in residence Melanie Schambach gathered the materials for the campers to make these fabulous wooden messages to hang on the trees around the garden.

 I came back today to take photographs of the messages. They touched my heart and filled me with hope. These kids expressed the anger and frustration I feel when I think about all those dead bees and the many millions of native bees we have most likely lost due to pesticide use that didn't make the media.

So there you go. Get to know the bees in your back yard. Give them clean water and organic flowers. Tell the government to stop the use of neonics. Make your own messages sing out loud and clear.

Bumble Bees Nap in Hollyhocks

 The Seed to Sky Garden Club organized a talk on small trees for gardens so I came early to do an evening bee safari at 6 p.m. Some plants benefit from the backlit glow of the setting sun, especially the aptly named. Mrs. Wilmot's Ghost.

I am taking scads of photos of eryngium spp. these days because it is attracting a diversity of bees. However, since it's so late in the day, many of the little native bees are already in bed for the night.

It was so sweet to see these three bumble bees hunkering down to spend the night on these sun-warmed holly hock leaves.

 The heritage garden looks charming in the evening light.

 Alistair Hesseltine's imposing piece is now complete. It is all about the willow, but there is definitely intensely muscular and it integrates so well into the site, having been made right here.

 I took a stroll down the lavender walk which was full of bumble bees and honeybees catching the last bit of light.

This bee is having its final rest.

Sino-Himalayan Gardener Gerry Gibbons took us on a tour of the garden, hilighting some of the trees that would be small enough to work in a standard city lot. I don't know my trees very well, so I learned about the incredible diversity that is represented at the garden including oak trees that look nothing like other oaks.

A hawk soared right by our group which a keen birder identified as a female Cooper's hawk, adult. Gerry told us that her nest is in his part of the garden. The chicks have fledged, but are still demanding to be fed. On day she brought them a crow and the gardeners cheered. He also showed us a tiny Anna's hummingbird nest. The two babies have fledged, but she will probably use the nest again next year.

"This is an example of the best that you can do with an 18 hole golf course," Gerry said. Ain't it the truth.

A Bee--Themed Block Party!

 I am always happy to give a bee talk at a local block party. On Sunday we had the perfect day for it. The parents had arranged for the children to decorate mason bee boxes. Some were filled with blocks of drilled wood that will be stuffed with paper tubes and others will be filled with hollow bamboo reeds. These can be nailed to a house or a sheltered fence facing south east to get the morning sun. In the spring the folks will go to Wild Birds Unlimited to buy some cocoons to release mason bees for the houses.

One little boy sat down and declared, "I am not here to learn anything!" I guess he was adamant about the separation of school and holiday. "Okay, we won't learn anything," I said.  "I'll just show you some pictures of bees." Turns out he was very well informed about bees and wasps, having watched one of the many excellent documentaries out there now for kids.

 Two of the easiest things you can do for bees is letting your brassicas flower and putting out water for your bees, like I have done in the photos below. You can modify a bird bath by filling it with stones, or use shallow plates and dishes with stones and moss for the bees to drink from.

I went through all the types of bees and the roles of the bees in the hive, then we went on a bee safari, looking for bees and good bee plants. The best plants we found were buddleja, ( which comes with an invasive warning), blue lacy hydrangea, and lavender.

A honeybee obliged us by crawling onto a girl's hand and groom herself. "How do you know it's a girl?"they ask suspiciously. "It's the girls who come out and forage," I explain. "Drones have big eyes and they are longer, larger bees." You don't often see drones out and about far from the hive. They are usually inside the hive eating honey or inside another hive eating honey. (Brian Campbell told me that male bees have a free passport to enter other hives, which also makes them a vector for spreading mites and diseases.) Drones are in training for that big mating flight, which is their ultimate and final achievement. Once the summer comes to an end they are turfed out of the hive.

I explain that the worker bee isgrooming the pollen out of her eyes, grooming the pollen off all the hairs in her body. She's even grooming her tongue. She's like a cat! "She's just like my dog," one little boy says. She seems to be trying to fly, but not being able to do it. I think she might be at the end of her life cycle, I explain. Bees only live for about six weeks at this time of the year and foraging is the final job in a bee's life. In fact, as you can see in the photograph below, her right wing has become ragged and damaged.

In the meantime, a couple complains about a wasp nest under their stairs. I try to convince them to hire Joe Wasp to come an humanely remove it without poison.  You don't want wasp poison around adults, children, pets or bees.

I am very happy this block is carrying on a tradition of bee--themed block parties. This is a great legacy for the children who live here. Check out what we did last time!

Bee Plant of the Day: Coreopsis

 In the first week of July the coreopsis started blooming. The perennial form is a wonderful well-behaved plant that expands a bit every year. It is a cheerful low maintenance plant and I see the city is growing them in sunny hot spots. Check out the shadow of this little sweat bee. Doesn't it look like she is secretly sticking her tongue out at the photographer. Cheeky!

 Daisies are also blooming. They are not my favorite perennial because they are quite agressive spreaders and they smell like stinky feet. Maybe that's why it's a favorite of syrphid flies. This is another classic composite flower, and this little leaf cutter doesn't seem to mind the funk.

 Scientists call her megachilidae--I just call her cutie pie. Her little shield-shaped abdomen is coated underneath with pollen and she tends to raise her back end up--there must be a yoga pose name for that--upward bee as opposed to downward dog.

This is a photo of a syrphid fly on a daisy--I have saved an article in a magazine about the decline of bees that featured a similar photograph. Real bee nerds chuckle at this sort of mistake.

Along with lavender and linden, this hedge plant is blooming and is teeming with bees, mostly honeybees in this case. I think it's a kind of syringa with thick waxy leaves--more research is required on that ID, but it makes a fabulous bee plant hedge, high and dense.

ETA: So, I think this might be a form of privet. If it is, apparently honeybees love it, but it gives un unpleasant odor to honey which beekeepers tend to feed back to the bees. I will continue to do some detective work on this.