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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

A Walk In The Woods


Now is the time of the illuminated woods.......
when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.

~ John Burroughs
 

 
 
 
 


 



 
 
 

  Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems.
An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground.
For another try.
Another trip through.
One life for another.

~Shirley Ann Guann
  
                           




Monday, April 27, 2015

Purple Delight

We had an unusually cold winter this year.
So much so, that it has taken a toll on even the hardiest of plants.
I feared the Clematis vine would be one of those struggling to return, and yet to my surprise here she is once again.
Year after year, this sweet little vine graces us with heart-stopping beauty, I can't help but smile when it catches my eye.
 
 
  
 

 
 
 


And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant


Friday, April 24, 2015

Guess Who's Been To Dinner

So beautiful a creature to look at.
Not so garden friendly.
Our daily battle continues........
 
 
 
 
 
Suggestions on a postcard please.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Returning

 
 
 
The Perennials have been slow to return, after the late March freeze.
Better late than never.
The Goldfinches will soon be devouring the seeds of this Tickseed.
It makes happy little birds.


 
 
The feeders empty quickly at this time of the year.
Hungry little birds emerging from a long winter's nap, now busily feathering nests and tending babies.
 
 
 
 
Herbs in the wheelbarrow planted.
 
 
Oliver enjoying the sunshine
 
 
 
 
Pots and baskets are slowly getting filled.

 
  Japanese Iris bordering the pond.
  
 
 
"Dirty hands, iced tea, garden fragrances thick in the air and a blanket of color before me, who could ask for more ?"
~Bev Adams, Mountain Gardening
 
 

Monday, April 20, 2015

Rabbit Tails

'Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter.
They lived with their mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.'

~ Beatrix Potter :The Tale of Peter Rabbit
 



Saturday, April 18, 2015

Lessons Learned

I plant very few annuals in the garden nowadays, just a few pots to fill in, between the cycle of perennials in bloom.
When I was younger, I planted annuals until the cows came home, but I've learned throughout the years, that planting a pot one time, and having it return year after year, is far easier than the ritual of planting annuals.



My newest perennial is Columbine "Winky Blue and White". Aquilegia vulgaris
A delicious little ornamental flowering plant, which blooms midspring to midsummer.
It's a companion plant for Bleeding Heart, Delphinium, and Peony, and best of all it's a deer resistant plant !
I need all the help I can get with deer resistance.



Friday, April 17, 2015

Renaissance

 
 
An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere ..."

~Emily Dickinson

 

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Rain Stops Play



The cooler temperatures, and three days of non-stop rain, have brought planting days to an abrupt halt.
Trays of Petunias and herbs, Rosemary, German Thyme and Sweet Basil waiting to be planted in the warm Spring soil are now stacked inside the potting shed.
 
 




My dearest  managed to clean out the pond before the rains came, and informs me that the pump has gone kaput, and so a trip to the hardware store is now on my list.
Sadly, there isn't any sign of our resident frog Igor this year, I 'spect he's gone on to greener pastures.



To make amends the woods are a virtual orchestra of croaking Tree Frogs, day and night, their amorous calls echo through the trees.

 
  

Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs-
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight. 
 
 
~ The Pond, Amy Lowell
 

Monday, April 13, 2015

Tennessee In Bloom

Color is once again returning to our landscapes.
The trees are in bloom.
Dogwoods, Redbuds, Cherry and Bradford Pears, all doing their part and adding their touch to the Spring palette.




 



Rain is moving in this afternoon, and throughout the week.
It's a good thing, since April showers, bring May flowers. 
 
 

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Planting Times

Beatrix Potter taking a little tea break in-between her gardening chores.
  
 
 
 
“Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.”  
~Beatrix Potter

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Comments To Comments

Dear Mr. Anonymous:
I really do not have any need for your Canadian 'cheap drugs', especially the Viagra......sheesh, I'm a lassie, tweek your records and get over it.
 



I appreciate your comment on EVERY post. Despite using the translator widget for Chinese, I'm not sure what the heck you are suggesting ??
Is it even legal to do that ?




I would love nothing more than to pay you a visit and return the courtesy, so where is your blog ?

 
 
I cannot imagine how lucky one person can be....
A whole fortune, left to me ? Who would have thought it ?
I wasn't even aware I had an uncle in Zimbabwe.
Your portion of the shipping and handling fee is in the mail, be watching for it.
 
 
 
 
Keep those comments coming, oftentimes it's lonely in these Tennessee hills.


Monday, April 6, 2015

Color Comes To Town

Despite the turn to cooler weather, I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.

The redbud is a tree that is valued far more than its small size might suggest. This lovely harbinger of spring has been called “a breath of fresh air after a long winter” and no less than “one of our most beautiful native trees” writes tree expert Michael Dirr, of The Arbor Day Foundation.



 
It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, and drought, still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.



 
 
"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon