I know I have been very quiet here this spring. I didn’t mean to be. I would keep thinking of things I’d like to write down, but then I got so, so busy and picked up by the driving, whirling, greening spring – I couldn’t ever get around to sitting down and writing anything. So…
Tag: flowers
May Roses
The roses are blooming, the queen of any garden. The goats had eaten all but one of my roses i started many years ago from cuttings, and just this spring i bought new bare root plants to replace them, and it is wonderful to see them bloom for the first time, all different beautiful pinks….
Poppies
The poppies are the scarlet beauties of the garden right now. The legion poppies have been blooming the longest, but every week a new kind is blooming, delighting us with new colors and shapes. They are so proud and bold among the grass, yet so delicate with their ruffled petals like fine silk that glows…
The Hermitage
The warm days are rushing me onwards, from first light of dawn I feel the same pulse and impulse of the ginger sprouting from winter-hidden roots, each day taller, flushing with urgent green to catch the gifts of the sun. It is time to plant, and i have started earlier than in past years. The…
Spiderwort Soda, A Magical Elixir
I have always been enchanted with the herb Spiderwort (Tradescantia ohioensis I think is the Latin). The thin, succulent leaves, like grass leaves, poke out at a pixie-like angle, and the luminous blue three-petaled flowers, each petal delicate like a fairy’s wing, whose color delights the eye and changes even as you stare, shifting between blue…
A Dance of Flowers
The flowers we started from seeds last fall have slowly, slowly begun to bloom. Clothilde helped me, with that rambunctious activity that the age of five years old inspires, sow the seeds on the raised beds prepared with compost and soil. In the end I had no idea what got planted where, and by now…
Spring
I love spring! The winter garden has burst into lacy yellow, white and pink blossoms. The tender, bright green leaves of the trees begin to soften the bare branches, and you can smell flowers on the breeze. The pastures have lost their stark, crackly brown look, and the sweeping broomsedge leftover from the…
Toadstools And Fairy Rings 