My pansies are happy where I planted them. Even the deadheaded blossoms that I toss into the birdbath appear pleased.
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Every Spring I Am Reminded That . . .
March 16, 2014. . . the beautiful vegetation in and around my garden are most likely a distant collection of God’s Garden of Eden. How special is that?
Paludosum Daisy Chrysanthemum
Cyclamen
Garden House
Pansies
Azalea
Begonia ‘Appleblossom’
Lysimachia ‘Goldii’
(Want the name of the plants above? Place your cursor over each photo.)
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A Walk after the Rain
February 10, 2014I treaded lightly over shallow pools of water and soggy leaves,
and this is what I saw.
A pair of forgotten clippers . . .
overflowing saucers,
deep hued bark,
signs of spring in buds of green,
pink azaleas,
and purple hoodies over pansy faces.
Brrr it’s cold
December 12, 2013The cold, frosty week has chilled me to the bone and got me thinking . . .
. . . how monochromatic the earth remains beyond naked tree limbs
before the rains come and the field grasses grow;
. . . how glad I don’t live in snow country
yet yearn to photograph the beauty it holds;
. . . how shrubs and trees store sugar all winter long
for hues shiny and sweet come springtime;
. . . how loud are icy grass blades when walked upon
or how musical are the drips of melting frost;
. . . how quiet and secluded squirrels remain,
and unproductive laying hens reside,
. . . how the effort to stay warm seems like combat;
. . . and how all living breeds navigate cycles through
slumber and wake.
Give and Take
March 26, 2010
Thanks to one of my faithful readers, Betty Lee, I was able to enjoy my favorite garden task . . . planting, which is probably why I slept so well last night.
Like many people, the broken economy has entered my household. I’ve made major cutbacks, including the indulgence of a few annuals. Plans to replace the perennials removed west of the oak tree are on hold. (Read Acorn Blues about this change.) Here’s the miserable thing about doing away with planting . . . I love to plant. I don’t “have” to place anything into the ground or pots. It’s not a necessity, but it is something that gives me a great deal of joy.
Occasionally, I hear about someone who wants to cut back on their yard work and ends up throwing out plants or pots because they can’t find a taker. Therefore, I decided to find a giver. Many of the subscribers, who received In and Around the Garden when it was an e-newsletter, live nearby. Without explanation, I emailed them asking if they had x-large pots (one of mine broke), topsoil, single-trunk dwarf plants, or Japanese Maple trees that they wanted to get rid of, and if so to please contact me.
Betty’s reply gave me hope.
Betty has lived in the same house for 40 years, and tends the lawns, and trees and shrubs all by herself, potting up every little shoot that reseeds from other plants or carried in by birds or wind. The front and back yards are neat and tidy with seasonal color spots. Betty led me through the side yard, and instructed me to grab the upright wheelbarrow leaning against the fence. Following behind her, I pushed it to a southeast corner. I expected a seedling (the wheelbarrow should have been a clue), so imagine my surprise when Betty pointed to a five-foot Japanese Maple tree! The tree was mine—all mine—to take home and plant! It nearly took my breath away. A tree this size would cost $50 to $70! How blessed am I?
Pushing the full wheelbarrow to the car, Betty asked me to stop. She reached down, picked up some pansies, and said these are for you. I was beaming . . . squealing inside . . . grateful to have met up with such a generous lady. Thank you, Betty Lee!
Maybe planting had nothing to do with a good night’s sleep.
Copyright © 2010 Dianne Marie Andre
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