Edged

 Same long, narrow bed as in the last post (after weeding)
 now smartly edged - thanks to my husband's
patient & persistent attention.
 What a difference!
 Below, a repaired whirligig positioned for action!

After the Rain

 This long, narrow bed,
 freshly weeded,
 after the rain....


 This is more like it--
 SPRING!

Time Flies

 A year ago, he was undergoing quadruple bypass surgery!
This week, he's arranging our assortment of yard furniture and "art"!
(Also edging flowerbeds and power-washing the house....)
What a difference a year makes!

Don't Judge Me

 Don't judge me too harshly...
 with little else showing their colors, 
I'm thankful for the sweet delicate lavenders of the wild violets
growing by invitation in a few of my beds.
 
 Yes, I know their greedy habits.
Still I'm a sucker for their early and flagrant beauty.

Sonnet

By Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
I had not thought of violets late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,
And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
And garish lights, and mincing little fops
And cabarets and soaps, and deadening wines.
So far from sweet real things my thoughts had strayed,
I had forgot wide fields; and clear brown streams;
The perfect loveliness that God has made,—
Wild violets shy and Heaven-mounting dreams.
And now—unwittingly, you've made me dream
Of violets, and my soul's forgotten gleam.

Here Today; Gone Tomorrow

 It's the spring of removing large, overgrown bushes.
 We'll be deciding how/if to fill the void.
A couple of days ago, Gary removed a couple of large boxwoods in front of our house.
Now it looks like this out there...

just pretending

Just pretending.
Walked through our back sunporch to get to the garage...
Hanging in a basket overhead--these artificial tulips.
Outside.  Snow.
Hopefully, by the time we get home later,
the milder afternoon temperatures will have melted much of it.

Face Toward Spring

Very little happening here.
Sometimes my life feels about as blank as the pages of the little book
I bought in which to create music.
Hours outside my home are spent either in the Special Care Unit 
where my mother resides 
or on the road getting there.
The Scene in our Garden is bleak.
It vacillates between the enchanting beauty of new-fallen snow
and its disturbed, dreary aftermath.
Our cars' shines are quickly dulled by the disgusting residue of slush.
As you can see, my enthusiasm for winter peaked LONG ago,
 and while at home, I read.  Mostly old books. 
Many of them books of the seasons.





1 February 2015

our lilac bush and
other scenes from our back door.



Reading the Winter Away

 Spent the first weeks of 2015 gardening with Father Tim and Sammy....
Now on to these.
Not sure WHEN I'll be back.

Merry Christmas

 I'm a happy woman.
It's just the right size...
 redder than it appears in these photos...
and sitting close to the recliner where I've been hanging out lately.
Merry Christmas.

Always Exaggerate...

"Generosity"  in one of our 2014 flowerbeds....
“Cram, cram, cram, every chink and cranny … I like generosity wherever I find it, whether in gardens or elsewhere … Always exaggerate rather than stint. Masses are more effective than mingies.”  (Vita Sackville-West, garden writer and creator of Sissinghurst, UK)

After watching our third episode of Love Your Garden (thanks to the tip from FlowerLady), I told my husband I was a little worried about the density of planting employed by A.T. and his cohorts.  Though I personally love the look of "generosity", I worried about root-rivalry and eventual plant atrophy.

However, my anxieties have been lifted, and I look forward to creating exaggeration and masses in our flowerbeds - old and new - next spring!

By the way, I got that Sackville-West quote from Jack's book review.  I've added Sissinghurst to my winter reading list!  Maybe you'll want to, too, after reading about it!

White

Thankful I had nowhere I needed to go early this morning...
I could just sit inside and admire the beauty from my recliner.
Most of the autumn lawn and flower bed cleanup and maintenance are done.
It's a good feeling.
November 17, 2014.

Things Change


“Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.”
― Chad Sugg

Walnuts

 This year's walnut crop has kept my husband busy!  
I THINK last evening was the third pickup.
Very few remain on the tree.
Last night's haul was nine wheelbarrows full.
Please don't ask me what he's doing with them all!

just the way they are

I exited the doors after my physical therapy session this morning 
and found the groundsman hard at work.
The back of his pick up truck was loaded with hydrangea cuttings...
 and he was still at work in one of the flower beds.
 
Timidly I inquired if the hydrangeas were already spoken for.
He seemed a little puzzled by my question 
and not unhappy that I helped myself to an armful!
Upon arriving home, I unloaded them onto a rusted chair.
I'm not sure WHAT I'll do with them.
They look quite nice just the way they are.