Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Monday, June 19, 2017
It broke my heart but I had to remove three fruit trees. They were suckering so badly that it was sucking the life out of the garden. It was my two precious Japanese plums and the Rainier Cherry. I truly appreciated my Samurai pruning saw today. It cuts through tree trunks like butter!! I highly recommend it.
Here are the before photos
Sunday, May 21, 2017
I spent time this past weekend with my sister and mom. Mother's Day you know. One of our stops was my favourite Consignment Store. I could not believe what we found!! You know how I love my Crystal. Remember my Christmas post about washing and polishing my crystal for my big family Christmas dinner? It is 39 years old and at Christmas I wished I had enough wine glasses for everyone. That would be eight. I only had four. My sister spotted my crystal at the Consignment Store There were twelve wine glasses and they don't look like they have ever been used. I exercised restraint and only got six. I love to clean, so I spent a bit of time yesterday washing and drying them until they sparkled.
This is my 36 year old clock. It has not been working for the last twenty years or so, so I finally took it in and had it serviced, cleaned and oiled. It is a wind up clock, so this should be done regularly. Now I know. I cannot believe how much I missed it. The wonderful tick tock tick tock......and the bonging every half hour. It has great sentimental value and I just love it.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
It is the end of an era. My constant companion in the garden, Beamer the Garden Cat, has left us. It was very sudden and we are all reeling. But his life was beautiful so I am trying to focus on the joy he brought to everyone. Even if cats made you nervous, Beamer knew exactly how to break through that nervousness and make you fall head over heels in love with him.
Beamer followed me around in the garden all day every day. Rain or shine, he was like my little shadow. I would bend down to weed and he would smoosh his nose into mine and head butt me. I would always stop and give him a cuddle. I was putty in his paws.
There is a dent in the garden soil inside the greenhouse where he would curl up to nap. It was his favourite place to be. I don't think I'll ever be able to fill in that dent.
Sunday, May 07, 2017
Wednesday, May 03, 2017
This is a friends Filofax. Isn't this amazing. I think he said he has had it for about 50 years. I mean look at it. It is about 3" thick with paper. There isn't a prayer he could close it. I love it.
Monday, April 24, 2017
The Glory of the Garden
OUR England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall,
You'll find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all
The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dung-pits and the tanks,
The rollers, carts, and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks.
And there you'll see the gardeners, the men and 'prentice boys
Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise ;
For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds,
The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words.
And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose,
And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows ;
But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam,
For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:-" Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives.
There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thick,
There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick
But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done,
For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one.
Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders,
If it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders;
And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden,
You will find yourself a partner In the Glory of the Garden.
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray
For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away !
Monday, April 03, 2017
This weekend I torture tested my elbow. Remember I had a terrible bout of Tennis Elbow last summer and fall. I couldn't pull a single weed or even use pruners. Nothing. So I have a very unpruned and weedy garden to contend with this year. I have spent two weekends cleaning the gardens. Today I finished all the pruning, fed everything in the greenhouse and dug up two roots of a peony and a fringed Shasta Daisy that I love. My garden has quite a few bare spots, so this will help fill them in. I walked about the yard with my new Canon camera and took these photos. I am enjoying it very much!!