Saturday, June 24, 2017

Weaving Their Way

The Morning Glories have made an appearance, just in time for Summer.
This Grandpa Ott variety returns year after year, without any assistance from the gardener.
The vines wrap their tendrils around the weathered-wood fence and grace us with beauty all summer long.
The vines are prolific , the flowers a sumptuous Royal Blue trumpet with a contrasting purple star.
A Strikingly beautiful combination.
I can't help but smile each time they catch  my eye.



Was it worth while to paint so fair
Thy every leaf - to vein with faultless art
Each petal, taking the boon light and air
Of summer so to heart?

To bring thy beauty unto perfect flower,
Then, like a passing fragrance or a smile,
Vanish away, beyond recovery's power -
Was it, frail bloom, worth while?

Thy silence answers: "Life was mine!
And I, who pass without regret or grief,
Have cared the more to make my moment fine,
Because it was so brief.

"In its first radiance I have seen
The sun! - why tarry then till comes the night?
I go my way, content that I have been
Part of the morning light!"

~ Florence Earl Coates ( 1850-1927 )

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Rain Soaked

The effects of tropical storm Cindy, are impacting our region.
Rain, rain, and more rain,  up to five inches of the stuff.
It's a dark and dreary day, the lamps are lit , the candles are glowing.
Two sweet kitties, are curled up on the porch.
The aroma of freshly baked banana bread fills the house. 

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Bee-ing Busy

The garden is all abuzz, with bees, and butterflies, lightning bugs and ladybugs.
All so very busy dutifully distributing the pollen amongst the flowers.
I thank them more than words can say.


 Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)

Sunday, June 18, 2017

June In Bloom

The flowers are happy with the rainfall that fell today.
It's a pleasant change, leaving the sunshine behind darkened clouds, one less day of lugging the watering can around.
Summer is just around the corner, how time flies.



Saturday, June 17, 2017

Cats Sleep Anywhere

Cats sleep anywhere,any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle,on the edge,
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.

~ Eleanor Farjeon (1881)

Friday, June 16, 2017

Knee Deep In June

Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else!"

~ James Witcomb Riley : Knee Deep in June


Thursday, June 15, 2017


“How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
 Because the lovely little flower is free
 Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.”
~ William Wordsworth 

Coneflower: Wild Swan

Wednesday, June 14, 2017


There are days when I wonder if the entire planet isn't doomed.
Last night I thought the sunset surely looked so....
I'm almost to afraid to turn on the news each day.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


Each year despite the lack of rain for days on end, we are graced with prolific blooms on the Rose of Sharon ( Hibiscus syriacus ) bushes.
This particular bush was a volunteer, a single seed or two carried by the wind or possibly a bird.
It is also a second generation plant, the original bush belonging to my husband's mother who shared it's propagated beauty from her garden to ours.
I look forward to it's return year after year.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Summer Sweetness

It's hay baling time in Tennessee.
The sweet aroma of newly cut grasses float across gentle breezes.
Becoming fodder for the beasts on cold winter days.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Garden Burglar

I trust you found my Hollyhocks to your liking last night ?
*sigh* (insert sweary word)

Friday, June 9, 2017

Sunshine Lovers

Over the years, we have grown red Canna Lilies.
Last year my daughter shared her yellow variety with us, bringing a spot of sunshine and color.
Their tall majestic foliage and colorful blooms add interest to the garden, demanding their own space and attention.
A deer fence had to be erected, since they seem to love them, just as much as we do *sigh*.

Thursday, June 8, 2017