Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Bee-ing Busy

The bees are busy dutifully collecting pollen from the new blooms.
I used to be afraid of bees, since when I was a young girl, I was stung,  and the fear had stayed with me into adulthood.
Years later I have realized their importance in the growing cycle and welcome their return to the garden,  albeit with a heedful smile.

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, May 29, 2016

Lest We Forget

They fell, but o'er their glorious grave
Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.

~Francis Marion Crawford


Dedicated to our American service men and women, without whose service and unselfish commitment our lives would be forever changed.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Daisy Time

"He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul."

~ Celia Thaxter

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

"Where There's Tea, There's Hope"

When I found myself recovering in a Rehab Facility a few months ago, awaiting my broken ankle to heal, the doctors and nurses were very diligent in making sure I had access to hot tea.
The dietary menu offered coffee galore, but hot tea was not an option.

Word got around that there's an English lady on the skilled nursing ward, and within a few days, the nurses, dietary staff,  therapy staff, and recreational staff all came bearing shopping bags, filled with boxes of tea, any and all varieties.
It was like Christmas.

They were convinced an Englishman without tea, is not a happy patient.
Their kindness will always be remembered.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Royal Lace


It's the time of year when the hedgerows and meadows, are once again filled with wildflowers.
Queen Anne's Lace (Daucus carota)
This wild version of the carrot is one of the most common and best known "weeds" we have.
It's hard to imagine what a fallow field would look like in late spring without the white flower heads bobbing in the breeze.

It is thought that the carrots escaped from the gardens of the early European settlers in North America, having thrived in the wild to become what we know as Queen Anne's Lace.

It is so called because the flowers resemble lace; the red flower in the center represents a blood droplet where Queen Anne pricked herself with a needle when she was making the lace. The function of the tiny red flower, colored by anthocyanin, is to attract insects.
 The plant is commonly referred to as Cow Parsley  ( Anthriscus sylvestris )  in Great Britain.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

No Takers

Quiet moments on the weekend are rare as hen's teeth.
Today was an exception.

Thursday, May 19, 2016


Oliver cat has been practicing taking a  'selphie'.
He's not quite mastered the art of keeping his eyes open, when the flash goes off.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

In The Garden

Enjoying blue skies and sunshine.
Hoping your day is just as lovely.


Saturday, May 14, 2016

Nature's Living Lanterns

Most people know about Lightning Bugs, cute little flying beetles with bottoms that light up at dusk to facilitate one task all life forms are driven to accomplish – reproduction.

In Middle Tennessee, our Lightning Bugs have returned, they come out once the sun is well below the horizon and produce a bright yellow green light that blinks on and off in the gathering night.
Sitting outside in the warm night air, we watched as the darkness of the woods was lit by the twinkling lights and mating rituals of the Lightning Bugs, or Fireflies as known to non-Southerners, meeting and creating beautiful luminescence together.

Close your eyes and think back to the long hot summers of childhood.
Playing outside until late in the evening, sitting on the front porch eating ice-cold watermelon slices, listening to the crickets chirp, and the tree frogs sing.
Remember catching Lightning Bugs and keeping them in a Mason jar ?
They glowed beside you all night long sitting on your night table....
Innocence and childhood going hand in hand.

We cannot recapture our childhood, but we can still enjoy the magic of the Lightning Bugs, nature's living lanterns............

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Nobody Left To Love Me

Someone always leaving
and never coming back.
The wooden houses left too long abandoned
to turn old and gray.

Weeds pushing apart......
Trees gone wild,
Fields taking over.
Shredded curtains blowing in the wind.

Beams of weathered wood......
No longer able to hold in
The soft heartbeat of Home.


Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Planting Times

Beatrix Potter....taking a little tea break in-between gardening chores.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Sweet Wild Rose


 My Wild Rose.

I had a garden, which I kept
With busy hands and tender care;
And once, while carelessly I slept,
Fanned softly by the drowsy air,
A wild rose to my garden crept,
And blossomed there.

O, sweet surprise. It seemed to me,
Some fair hand, my heart to bless,
Had brought it there, from wood or lee.
It came unsought 'twas loved no less;
I stooped and touched it tenderly,
With soft caress.

I grew to love it passing well;
While strange exotics, rich and rare,
With heart of gold and crimson bell,
Paid grudgingly for constant care,
My wild rose, as in a woodland dell,
Bloomed fresh and fair.

I watered not, I did not prune,
I tied it not with cord or thong;
Yet, morn by morn and noon by noon,
Through days of summer, hot and long,
And underneath the midnight moon,
From branches strong.

Hung clustered blossoms sweet and red;
And day by day and week by week,
I trod the path which toward it lead.
Whate'er my mood. I did not speak,
But close against bowed my head
And pressed my cheek.

I think of it with sudden thrill.
Now wide lands lie, deep water flows,
Smiles many a vale, looms many a hill
Between me and the garden-close;
Yet fondly I remember still
My sweet wild rose.

~ Ellen P. Allerton. Walls of Corn and Other Poems 1894

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Golden Meadows

Drive along any country road in Middle Tennessee during the month of May, and you can't help but notice the fields are covered in yellow flowers.
The Meadow Buttercup (Ranunculus acris) is gathered for its annual parade, it's bright, waxy petals, waving in the spring breezes for all who care to enjoy.


Photos taken at my daughter's homestead