Friday, June 30, 2017


Long summer days, lend hope to ticking off some of those ' to-do ' chores around the place.
The head gardener and I painted my little potting shed this week,  it soaked up the paint like a giant sponge.
Hopefully, it won't need another coat for a decade or more.
Several of the perennials have already stopped blooming for the season, and others are just arriving.
We'll be pulling, and weeding, and digging and tending, until the first frost arrives.


I spent the day at my daughter's hobby farm yesterday, she's having a clean-out, seems we always accumulate too much stuff !
We are open to suggestions :)

The donkeys followed us as we drove up on the hill, hoping we were carrying vanilla wafers, they will do anything for a handful.
Inside the barn,  the swallows' nests are filled with babies. Such a sweet sight, watching those little yellow beaks appearing over the nests, when their parents were within earshot.

Nature never fails to renew my spirit.


Sunday, June 25, 2017


Two days of relentless rain,  the landscape was transformed with a low-lying fog this morning.
We were offered several bushels of pears, far more than we could use. Many were bruised and past their sell-by date, and so we offered some to the deer.
A peace-offering of sorts, leave our flowers and bushes alone.........enjoy a treat.
Sounds reasonable .


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. 

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.



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.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Garden Burglar

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

Thursday, June 8, 2017