juneSCENE IN OUR GARDEN: August 2014

Free for the Viewing

After Sunday dinner,

a stroll through the County Extension Gardens.

Thanks to all the Master Gardeners who work to keep this garden interesting
in addition to their own.

Several Monarch butterflies and many, many bees

were obviously thankful, too.

It really was a visual treat

which we shared with a couple of friends.

I always enjoy studying the combination of plants

both potted and in the beds.

Whether viewed en masse

or appreciated one by one,

the flowers here are impressive.

And the admission price is right, too!

Annual and perennial beauty --

free for the viewing!

My friend suggested I take & label the last photo

"Beauty and the Beast".

Beauty and the Beast

So I did.

without ANY help from me

While my husband mowed the yard this hot, sultry evening....

I went to check out the farthest bed from the house.

I was delighted to find the latest flowers had arranged themselves together quite beautifully--

without ANY help from me at all!

Oh, the wonder of perennials.

A New Bed

Inspired by Wilson Street (see previous post), we returned home
ready to take the plunge and create a new bed.
I laid out a general shape with the garden hose,

and he began digging - edging to make an outline of area to be turned over.

Maybe about 1/3 done (above)...I started removing the small stones

that had been placed around the feet of the bush when it was just a wee one.

Finished!

We'll wait for the clumps to dry and grass to die

before breaking it up and planting

hosta and sedum that desperately need to be divided from our other flower beds.

(If I don't get too impatient, we'll probably pile some leaves & grass clippings
here and let them enrich the soil before planting next spring.)

It's going to be lovely.
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How do YOU go about creating a new flower bed?

Wilson Street

It's been awhile since we stopped in to this beautiful yard

on Wilson Street in Bryan, OH.

An amazing place - with many beds containing a great variety of plants.

The gardener was at work, but graciously put aside her hoe

and walked with us, answering questions

and sharing her knowledge and experience

We found this place quite by accident several years ago

and it's been awhile since we stopped in.

Today, I just had the urge and we made a special trip.

It was SO worth it.

Prime Time

I don't believe we've had a more beautiful season than NOW...

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)

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

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.

Thy Word is like a starry host:
A thousand rays of light
Are seen to guard the traveler,
And make his pathway bright.
Thy Word is like an armory,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find, for life's long battle-day,
All needful weapons there.

Oh, may I love Thy precious Word,
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)