juneSCENE IN OUR GARDEN: Re-Arranging

Re-Arranging

"Yeah. THAT'S the one!"

Before he went to work this morning, I asked my husband

to remove that huge hosta.

I had a plan.

One of our old, garage-sale-purchased chairs now sits comfortably

in the shade of a large bush, trimmed to be a tree.

That being done, I turned my attention to one of our flower beds

looking for places to plant the uprooted hosta which I divided into FIVE!

Till it was all over, I had quite a pile of weeds and foilage

trimmed back from the fading Surprise Lilies...

All-in-all, it was a satisfying way to spend

a few morning hours of (is it already?)

one of the last days of spring 2013.

It looks a little fuller from THIS angle, doesn't it?
Oh, Marsha....(or anyone else who know).
I meant to ask if I'm cultivating a weed here (below).
Does ANYone know?

7 comments:

outlawgardenerJune 20, 2013 at 8:05 AM
Your re arranging looks great! Your mystery plant/weed is Tanacetum parthenium also known as Feverfew. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feverfew
It seeds politely around my garden and is easily pulled if it comes up where you don't want it. I think it's a very pretty filler between bright colored flowers and foliage.
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AnonymousJune 20, 2013 at 5:34 PM
I too was going to tell you Feverfew. It is both a weed and a cultivated perennial, so it is up to you what you want to do with it. But like Outlaw said, it seeds really freely.
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Sunray GardensJune 21, 2013 at 12:27 AM
Everything looks quite nice there and it's always nice to have added sitting space.
Cher Sunray Gardens
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vicJune 22, 2013 at 8:42 PM
The feverfew will keep blooming all summer if you keep it deadheaded. It makes a lovely filler for small bouquets and looks really nice planted around a pink Fairy Rose, with both blooming in tandem.
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To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. William Henry Channing 1810-1884

Irises come in many forms, shapes, colors and sizes and the sword-like foliage is attractive when the plant is not in bloom. The genus Iris is a large genus of bulbous and rhizomatous perennials.

The Iris was named after the goddess of the rainbow because of its many colors.
A flower on the Sphinx is considered to be an Iris, and another appears on a bas-relief of the 18th Egyptian dynasty.
Pliny also knew the Iris and praised its medicinal virtues.
The Iris was also a favourite flower of the Moslems, who took it to Spain after their conquest in the 8th century.

Bought at a local plant sale, Spring of 2009 Feverfew (Tanacetum parthenium; syn. Chrysanthemum parthenium (L.) Pers., Pyrethrum parthenium Sm.) is a traditional medicinal herb which is found in many old gardens, and is also occasionally grown for ornament. The plant grows into a small bush up to around 18 inches high, with citrus-scented leaves and is covered by flowers reminiscent of daisies. It spreads rapidly, and they will cover a wide area after a few years. It is also commonly seen in the literature by its synonyms, Chrysanthemum parthenium (L.) Bernh. and Pyrethrum parthenium (L.) Sm.

I'D PICK MORE DAISIES
If I could live my life again
I'd be a little lazy
I'd stop this rushing to and fro
And stop and pick more daisies
Through all the lovely summer months
Though days be clear or hazy
No more to fret over tasks undone,
I'd stop to pick a daisy
Not so important what I did
This fact time now discloses
While running through life's garden green
I'd stop to smell the roses
If I could hold my little ones
The children in my care
I'd scold them less and love them more
With so much love to share
If I could pass this way again
Though folks might think I'm crazy
I'd work and worry less, but I'd
Take time to pick a daisy
The rush of life has passed me by
Now I have leisure hours
But time has taken such a toll
It's too late to pick the flowers.

Mildred F. Rowe

MEASURE YOUR HEALTH...by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature, if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you--know that the morning and the spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse. (Thoreau)

"God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on the trees and flowers and clouds and stars." (Martin Luther)

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The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the garden of God
It's climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
To the sky from the clay to the clod.
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care
Neglected, 'tis ragged and wild.
'Tis a plant that is tender, but wondrously rare,
The sweet wistfull soul of a child.

Be tender, O Gardener, and give it it's share
Of moisture, of warmth and of light,
And let it not lack for th painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.
A glad day will come when it's bloom shall unfold,
It will seem that an angel has smiled,
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child.

...Author Unknown

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And every one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine,
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.

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A thousand rays of light
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All needful weapons there.

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May I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glen,
May light upon me shine!
Oh, may I find my armor there!
Thy Word my trusty sword,
I'll learn to fight with every foe
The battle of the Lord.

(Edwin Hodder, Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord)