Friday, June 29, 2018

Unrelenting

Rain has finally ceased, and summer has once again returned to the hot and humid days, we are all so familiar with in these southern United States.
A Steel Magnolia's kind of day, with ladies sitting on the front porch, fan in hand, and sipping cold lemonade by the gallon.
The Boston Ferns are now huge, and offer some shade in the unrelenting sun.
Man and beast are content to just sit and vegetate.


 








"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it."
 
~ Russell Baker


 

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Unfolding

“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
 

Monday, June 25, 2018

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*.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, June 22, 2018

Summer Days


A beautiful summer's day today.
Lower temperatures, and soft gentle rain, of which is greatly appreciated.
In-between showers, sunbursts and gentle breezes, makes for happy flowers.
Not so pretty, but necessary, wire cages enclose all flowers and shrubs that the deer like to eat.
We had new visitors to the garden today, two mother-hen wild turkeys with their babies, happily plodding along by their sides.
Turkeys are becoming a rarity in several Tennessee counties that were once in abundance, it's a sweet pleasure to know they are still here amongst us.
Hope all is well and sweet, in your little corner of the world.
 
 

 
 




 
 

 

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Hello Summer






"Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing."

~Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

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Monday, June 18, 2018

Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout

The heat and humidity is relentless today, even the birds are staying inside their nests.
The head gardener has been house-washing for the past three days, quite the job I can tell you.
My job consists of window cleaning, and keeping a watchful eye out on the worker, as he negotiates the steep roof.
I believe this is more stressful, than doing the actual work !
Well...…not quite.
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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

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)



 
 

Monday, June 11, 2018

Porch Days

Incredible blue skies and sunshine today. Lots of the stuff, it surely feels like we are in the midst of summer with this 90 degree heat.
True to form, my dearest decides to landscape, in this blazing sun, he tolerates the extreme Southern heat and humidity much more than I do.
Norseman's blood runs through my veins, after the temperature rises above 80 degrees I'm wilted like a head of week-old lettuce.
I do very well cleaning off the porches, with a little shade overhead, so with my trusty feline companions by my side, I'm scrubbing tables, and chairs, and being the cold water-runner, when I see the gardener flailing.

 

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