Tuesday View 7.25.17 – Cully

Returning to the Memorial Garden, singing farewell songs and remembering Cully.  He educated thousands of of people about our God-given right to cannabis and the benefits of the hemp plant.  When folks were divided about this or that in the Maine cannabis community, Cully kept going, doing the work that needed to be done. Teaching.  

With the powerful wail of the bagpipes setting his earth spirt free, I recommitted mySelf in his honor and memory to never back down from doing my part to speak truth to power.  There are so many acts of “resistance of the heart against business as usual” to be done.  I think that when we do what we can individually, the collective impact creates the world we want to live in.


We just don’t get to know how anything will turn out.  What we get to do is the work to make it possible. So we go in faith, hope and love.  But we must surely keep going. Keep the faith. Walk in beauty. Seek joy. Turn on your love light and let it shine. 


In the beginning, I did not know what this plant would bring to the Memorial Garden.  I still don’t know anything but the magnificent fragrance and bouncy cheerful color I can see from my kitchen window. And I remember Cully’s mischievous grin. His vibrant twinkle. The sticky sweet green bud he shared so freely and with such pleasure. 


The work of liberation and resistance doesn’t end. Harry say that rights are not given, they are won and taken.  The garden needs weeding, so the fullness of color has space to emerge.  Weeds of indecision, past regrets, discouragement, fear, weariness–rip them out and make way for an explosion of color revolution.


Cully was one of the political forces that created The Hill. To the cause of cannabis liberation, he did indeed commit his life, his fortune and his sacred honor.  In honoring his work, we can do no less. 

Come share sweet flowers with me!

In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed…


When the secrets are all are told and petals all unfold..


When I had no dreams of mine, you dreamed of me.  Thank you, Jerry. 

Saint Francis said the journey is essential to the dream.  Joy on your journey. 


Flowers for the Court of Cannabia, set in our Green Love Renaissance

 Zowie Zinnias, pansies , petunias and hemp, hemp hooray!

Speaking of flowers…says the farmer. 

July Flowers

The sunflowers I planted for Brenna’s wedding self seeded all over the garden

Peace is my aspiration. I fall short, but the petunias say Don’t Let Go!

 

Harry calling me into the garden.

In a Vase on Monday 7.3.17

Flower songs in my vase this morning…

This land is my land, no one can stop me as I go walking the Freedom highway, this land was made for you and me.  

I carry that hope and believe we shall come together to wield the hammer of Justice, ring out the bell of freedom, and sing songs about love all over this land. 

Fourth day of July sun so hot, clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky….from sea to shining sea, 

Please say a prayer, it’s Independence Day.

Seeking beauty and turning toward joy is a choice. Red, white and blue flowers–sweet William, larkspur, Daisy, radish flower, borage flower and zinnia sitting on the old hay rake.  

Gathering the cut hay with the antique equipment was an adventure.  It was a two person job, one on the tractor, the other riding the rake.  And truely dangerous.  The rake could uncouple or hit ledge and you could end up rolling down the hill backward on a hay rake–no brakes, but the tines would slow it all down eventually.  


The overhead view balancing between the framework.  The larkspur is from early starts from saved seed.  The self sowing larkspur hasn’t flowered yet.  

As I prepare my offering for Rambling in the Garden weekly gathering of vases, I’ve been thinking how hard it is to set aside the time to be in front of a screen, when I’d rather be outside with Harry in the garden.  

The reason for the blog still motivates me.  I want to share my summer of growing flowers and food with my family and we are so far flung–scattered all about.  

With gratitude, with love, with joy.

Not Fade Away…

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!