Tuesday View 6.20.16

I must say that participating in Cathy’s Words and Herbs Tuesday View blog was the motivation for getting the Memorial Garden ready on Tuesday of fest week.  

The Hill is buzzing with pollinators in the flowers and artists in full creative frenzy this week. Roland has been creating amazing field sculptures. 

The work on preparing the fields is nonstop. Mowing with every cutting implement we have available and can get running is the order of the week, followed by raking and moving the cuttings.  

My Memorial Garden mulch comes from our own tree limbs getting chipped up in a shredder. I think it looks super!

The memorial stone to Tex is placed between his yellow rose bush and the cannabis.  Fitting.

You can stay as long as you like….

In a Vase on Monday 6.19.17

For this weeks vase, I have my first Zowie Zinnias, Shasta daisy, Harry’s roses, and Colorado yarrow leaves placed next to Nana’s garden cherub.  She was one of my flower garden teachers.  She taught me to put a nail in the ground next to the hydrangea so it will turn blue. She said always plant cosmos because they are easy to grow and have lovely color.


The Zowie zinnia are new to me.  They are a winter flower catalog seed dream and so far I am saying wowie zowie what a zinnia. Harry prefers a more traditional zinnia palette, but I am easily swayed by seed catalog descriptions and fancy photos.

Harry’s roses will bloom until the end of fall.  They have a heady aroma and Harry will harvest the rose hips for winter tea.

I planted the Colorado yarrow when my son was there for school.  It will have a rosy flower when it blooms.  The ferniness of the foliage appeals to me.

“I’ll give you a daisy a day dear, I’ll give you a daisy a day. I’ll love you until all the rivers run still and the four winds we know blow away.” (Jud Strunk)

It’s a daisy kind of flower power love.  Can you dig it?

The top view is taken out by Harry’s nettle patch. 


Take a flower journey over at the Rambling in the Garden blog. It is my motivation for my Monday vases. 

Tuesday View 6.13.2017

The Memorial Garden is ready to add annual, decorations and mulch. There is an unexpected patch of sunflowers coming up.  I made flower bouquets for my daughter’s wedding in 2013. There have been self seeded sunflowers all through the garden ever since.

Beulah’s giant yellow flowers are spurting up up up. They will take over this whole area if I don’t vigilantly keep them in place. Beulah is gone now and I miss her often.  She was 35 years older than me and we talked deeply together.  The little church where we worshipped and prayed with each other is closed now, but her voice and wisdom comes to me often. I sing In The Garden to her. 

Lilac time is over until next year. Now it’s time to prune them back.  I will greet you again next year, my sweet friends.

The flowering quince has leaves but did not flower. I am hoping next year it will be more established.  It was brought to the hill by blues man extraordinaire, Patrick and his magic daughter Erin.  

Zula is keeping an eye on the activity. She thinks the petunias and Sweet William area will look fabulous in a few weeks.  I agree, Zula doggy!

The Tuesday View is hosted by Cathy on her Words and Herbs blog.  I look forward to watching gardens from all over the world as the grow through the season.  I feel part of a garden community and it brings great joy to me.  Thanks to my garden comrades!

In a Vase on Monday 6.12.17

It is a glorious morning on the hill, Iris blossoms are here again.  The sweet yellow flowers remind me of songs from “Jacque Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris.”  I call them iris songs–If We Only Have Love.I Loved…. all entwined with iris flowers.  Isn’t is funny how flowers and songs combine with memory?

The little white flowers in the vase are from the rhurbarb. You can see its prehistoric flowers in the background. Miss Sally made us pie and coffee cake and Brian is making wine from the rhubarb.

If you look on the hill,  you will see the newly mown fields. They expect to bring in about 100 bales of hay.  Soon, very soon, we will gather in the fields to dance together again. “Yes! To dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free.”

Thanks to Cathy Rambling In The Garden for hosting the weekly gathering of flowers In A Vase on Monday.  It has been a fun way to mark the changes in the garden.

End of the Month View: May

All things seem possible in the garden at the end of May. Harry and I have been busy with laying out paths, setting the string line for planting rows of garden goodness. It is a sweet time of year we enjoy together. I find a deep fulfilling satisfaction working the land with love together.

Petunias are potted up and setting first blooms. Daffodils are through with blooming and Sweet William is growing strong. We will have our first garden salad soon. Strawberry blossom bursts show the beginnings of berries. 

The blue barrel is full of nettle brewing into tea for a nourishing watering. I plan to add the comfrey to brew with it. Rhurbarb is ready to sent out it prehistoric giant flowers. We like to let it bloom in its magnificence. 

Harry mulched the onions and leeks. The corn, carrots, beets, turnips and scallions have emerged. Parsnips and parsley are planted and the tax day peas are going strong!

There are still Zinnia and tomatoes under the row cover.  It’s been a bit chilly still, but they are going out too!

We will be putting in beans, squashes, Brussels sprouts, cabbage and broccoli this week.

Tuesday View 5.30.17

So much going on everyday in our gardens and on the land.  The Memorial Garden has been left to its own devices and is growing strong! The sweet pansies are such an uplift.  I find that Flower Power is practice of opening my heart to the beauty that is right in front of me. In times of trouble, I choose beauty whenever possible and let my Self be comforted by the sheer yellowness or lilac essence of the living flowering plant.  Harry often advises to ” say it with flowers.”  I do concur.


Petunias have their first blooms!  I plucked them right off after the photo so they might establish a little bit more.  The Sweet William transplant has new growth in it’s new home.


The pansies are bursting with new blooms after being deadheaded severely. The flowering quince has new leaf growth after being moved, but still no flowers. I don’t know if it is past the flowering stage or not.


And the lilac bud I’ve been following has opened.  I do so love the smell of lilacs all around. Such a short time.  Another Flower Power teaching: Be here now, don’t miss the lilacs!


Beulah’s giant yellow flower is pushing up and growing daily.  This is the only clump allowed to stay.  I’ve been snipping off anything emerging elsewhere.


Another “what the heck is this?” plant popped up this week.  No idea what it might be, or in who’s memory it may be planted.  The Flower of an Unknown Loved One.


Another unknown, but there are some ideas floating around about what it might be. Sure is healthy though. 


There are little flower spikes coming out.  I think of the picture book Miss Rumphus when I see lupines. She left the world more beautiful by planting lupine seed everywhere she could.  Great idea!


Thank you Cathy at Words and Herbs for hosting The Tuesday View.  It is a great way to see the changes. Lots more to do for sure, mulching, a few more annuals, decorations and cutting a walkway around the border

In a Vase on Monday 5.29.30

Lilacs have arrived! Just in time to join the only tulips of the spring and one last apple blossom. Oh the sweetness! I bury my face in the lilacs, breath deep and am infused with the heady essence. Lilacs are one of my oldest and dearest fragrance memories.


As a young child I gathered lilacs to make flower crowns to dance with my fairy folk friends in an imaginary land I would visit. 

I would sing “Let’s go dancing with the fairies wearing lilacs, pretty lilacs, lilacs in my hair.”   There was twirling and magic fairy dust involved.  It was an enchanted time for me. 

Over 50 years later, I hum that very same song to myself as I gather lilacs. If I am inspired to twirl a bit as I take in the deep lilac magic aroma, I sometimes spy in the corners of the whirl, my fairy friends calling me to place the lilacs in my hair again and join them.


The top view of my offering for In a Vase on Monday, a delightful weekly blog.  I super enjoy viewing all of the arrangements and variety.