grace grits and gardening

ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

  • Home
  • Bio
  • Backyard Phenology
  • Publishing
  • SHOP!
  • Garden
  • Reading & Books
  • Sunday Letter

There’s slime mold growing in my garden!

May 19, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

One of these things is not like the other...

♫ one of these things is not like the other♫♪

 

Sometimes a garden isn’t all pink flowers and sweet smells. Sometimes an odd thing (like slime mold) takes up residence, and it’s up to you, the head gardener, to get to the bottom of it. Here’s how it happens. While enjoying your morning coffee (freshly ground beans from Arsaga’s with just a touch of milk) and admiring all the new blooms since yesterday, you happen upon a whole colony of strangeness lurking in the mulch.

What on earth?

Slime Mold

Did a gigantic wolfhound vomit in your yard, because your small schnauzers could never barf up that much of anything.

A few days ago, you thought you saw a mushroom in that exact location. But now the “mushroom” has multiplied and slithered across the ground like The Blob. What a fascinating / nasty thing.

As you might expect by now, this is a true story. Insert dramatic music…

I turned to Dr. Google who said I have a slime mold, also known as dog vomit slime. For real. Mine (see how I’m stepping right up and owning it?) was whiteish and sort of reminded me of meringue or a funnel cake gone way bad. You know how funnel cake dough is all loopy and strung out on the paper plate? Sorry for the food references…

Here’s more slime in a different area of the bed. Yeah, I have lots of it.

Slime Mold slithering in my garden

Scientist-types get excited over this sort of thing because there’s a whole ecosystem living and growing right here. In my opinion, this wasn’t nearly as cute as when Horton heard a Who on that speck of dust. But still, I was curious to know more.

Horton Hears a Who

When I was in seventh grade science class, there were only five kingdoms of life. Later a sixth one was added (and some argue there is now a seventh.) Do you remember them? Me neither. They are: Archaebacteria, Eubacteria, Plantae, Animalia, Protist, and Fungi. Although I thought I was dealing with Fungi, slime mold belongs to the Protist family. According to PBS, slime mold is a soil-dwelling amoeba, a brainless, single-celled organism, often containing multiple nuclei. Now, I’m clearly no scientist, and I’m sure there are a bazillion differences in these two classifications, but the thing that interests me most is that fungi “absorb” food while protist “feed”. (Think=monster.)

IT EATS YOU ALIVE!!

Although slime mold is unsightly*, it’s harmless. It grows in damp conditions and preys on decaying matter. There’s no need to remove it, but who wants to look at that? Plus, it’s a matter of time before my dogs roll around in it.

Or drag it in the house.

I promptly scooped it into a sack and very carefully (to keep the spores from scattering) placed it in my garbage where it is, no doubt, growing this very second and will smother our house tonight while I sleep.

The moral of this gardening story…sometimes a little mold may grow. It’s part of the deal.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Check out this slime mold time lapse! Creepy yet cool.

Musical Pairing:

Weird Science Soundtrack

* gross understatement

The Bearded Ladies of Fayetteville

May 13, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

I love bearded ladies and by that I mean irises and not women with beards. (And yes, that’s a thing, too.) Irises are sometimes called bearded ladies because of the thick, bushy “beards” on the lower petals of the blooms. In our Washington-Willow historic neighborhood of Fayetteville, and all over the South, irises are in full bloom. They are my favorite flower because they remind me of my Nana who always grew them. One whiff of that sweet smell transports me back to the home place every time.

Here are a few pictures I took only steps from our porch.

Just wow. I love this apricot/rose color. If I knew the name, I’d tell you, but there are hundreds of varieties, and I’m certainly no expert.

beautiful bearded ladies of Fayetteville Ar

These deep dark purple irises look like velvet. This might possibly be Superstition or Red Velvet Cake, but don’t hold me to it. Regardless, they are stunning.

Deep purple iris, Fayetteville

This purple and white iris got her beard wet in the storm, but she sure smells nice.

purple and white bearded iris

This one came from my own garden. It’s called Decadence. A name that fits, for sure.

Decadence - bearded iris

This black iris came from my garden too. Love.Her.

Black Iris in my Fayetteville garden

Purchased recently at Westwood Gardens. A prolific bloomer!

 

Check out this pale lavender and yellow. So delicate.

Lavender and yellow iris

Another classic below. This one’s called Accent (I think).

Classic Iris

Snowy white. What a beauty.

Beautiful White Iris

Of all the bearded ladies of Fayetteville, here are my personal favorites:

the Annabelle…

Annabelle.

and Lucy.

Lucy

Ha.

Are you an iris fan? Do you have a favorite?

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”
― Georgia O’Keeffe

[tweetthis]Bearded ladies of #Fayetteville. #Iris #Spring #SmellsSoSweet #WestwoodGardens [/tweetthis]

Musical Pairing:

Goo Goo Dolls – Iris

Bringing back the Sunday Drive…

May 7, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

bringing back the sunday drive

Last Sunday, we went for an afternoon drive. A Sunday drive. I’ve heard this was once a thing. Back when Sunday activities were devoted only to church services and resting for the week ahead, the family packed up the Ford and set off for a pleasant drive through the countryside. Not a road trip. Not an errand. There was no particular agenda other than to spend time together enjoying what the day would bring. In our crazy, busy lives, I think we should bring back the Sunday Drive. It should be an official thing again.

Like Sunday pot roast. That should be a thing again, too.

I’ve been thinking about what makes a good Sunday drive. A specific destination isn’t a requirement. But good music on the radio and plenty of warm sunshine adds to the pleasure. And maybe there’s food. A stop at a roadside diner or a picnic lunch? Okay so maybe this idyllic plan isn’t realistic for every weekend, but once a month? Definitely!

Our recent Sunday drive included a visit to Chotkowski Gardens, which is an incredible peony farm. With over 800 herbaceous varieties and 200 tree varieties, Henry Chotkowski’s farm is bursting with peak-season peony blooms. (Herbaceous means the plants have non-woody stems that die back at the end of the growing season. Tree means, well, more like a shrub.)

Pink. Red. White. Yellow. Apricot. Lavender. A three-acre field of perfume.

peony farm

Chotkowski Gardens, 16142 Pin Oak Rd, Fayetteville, Ar

 

Typically, Chotkowski sells peonies in the spring. Customers walk through the gardens, choose a peony to buy (how on earth, I’m not sure) and pick up rootstock later in the fall for planting. Unfortunately for us, this year his peonies aren’t for sale. For reasons I’m not completely clear on, he’s taking the year off… Waaah! He promised me that he will be selling again next year.

Boy, there’s nothing like being unable to buy one, that reallyreallyreally makes me want one… availability/desirability…there may be something to that.

peony farm on a Sunday drive

These pictures do NOT do justice to the up close and personal blooms.

beautiful peonies

This red beauty (below) was one of my favorites.

red peonies

This gorgeous yellow peony looks like tissue paper.

yellow peony

I honestly thought I would remember the names of these peonies. Ha.

white peonies, Sunday Drive

The truck in the picture below is the perfect reason to go on a Sunday Drive. You never know what treasures you will find along the way. Treasures within treasures.

old truck at the peony farm, near Fayetteville Ar

Peonies in the background…

Old truck at the peony farm. The things you see while on a Sunday drive:)

If you live in Northwest Arkansas and are looking for the perfect Sunday drive, Chotkowski Gardens is open from 1:00 to 5:00 each afternoon during season (beginning of April through end of May). Even though you can’t buy this year, it’s worth the short drive from Fayetteville for the simple pleasure of strolling through and admiring the beauty.

And guess what? Mother’s Day is 3 days away! Chotkowski Gardens hosts a Mother’s Day Open House annually which includes displays of cut flowers, a bit of peony history and more. This year’s event is Sunday, May 10, 1:00 – 4:00. Read more about this year’s event HERE.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

[tweetthis]Who wants to go for a Sunday drive with me? #MakingMemories #SundayDrive #WeeklyVenture [/tweetthis]

Musical Pairing:

Groovin’, The Young Rascals

 

« Previous Page
Next Page »


Hi! I'm Talya Tate Boerner. Writer, Reader, Arkansas Master Naturalist / Master Gardener, Author of

THE ACCIDENTAL SALVATION OF GRACIE LEE (2016)

GENE, EVERYWHERE: a life-changing visit from my father-in-law (2020)

BERNICE RUNS AWAY (2022)

THE THIRD ACT OF THEO GRUENE (coming 2025)

Recent Ramblings:

  • Sunday Letter: February 22, 2026
  • Our Garden Mission Statement
  • Goodbye, 2025. Hello, 2026.
  • Sunday Letter: 11.23.25
  • Maggie and Miss Ladybug: My New Children’s Nature Book

Novels:

Coloring Books:

Fiction-Themed Coloring Books

Backyard Phenology:

Children’s Nature Book:

Never miss a blog post! Subscribe via email:

Looking for something?

Categories

All the Things!

A to Z April Blog Challenge Autumn BAT Book Reviews childhood Christmas creative writing prompt Dallas Desserts Fall Fayetteville Food Gracie Lee Halloween Hemingway-Pfeiffer holiday recipes home humor Johnson Family Keiser Lake Norfork Lucy and Annabelle Mississippi County Mississippi Delta Monarch butterflies Munger Place Nana nature Northeast Arkansas Northwest Arkansas Osceola poem Reading Schnauzer simple living simple things spring spring gardening Summer Talya Tate Boerner novel Thanksgiving The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee Thomas Tate Winter Wordless Wednesday

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

THANKS FOR READING!

All content and photos Copyright Grace, Grits and Gardening © 2026 · Web Hosting By StrataByte