Monday, April 24, 2017

The Glory of the Garden

I am totally in love with blue flowers right now. These forget-me-nots are so lovely.
Rainier Cherry blossoms
Weber's Parrot tulip
Tulameen Raspberrys
Huge pink rhododendron. I planted it 38 years ago!!
Kwanzen Cherry Tree...aka the eye candy
Hosta's growing like crazy right now. They love their new location.
Below you can see photos of the side of the yard where the Hosta's and Hydrangeas were doing very poorly. I transplanted them all last weekend. It is now so full of weeds over there that I am going to level everything and just seed it with grass. It fascinates me that nothing, but nothing will grow near that cedar hedge {hidden behind that fence}...except weeds. And they are the healthiest looking weeds in the yards.

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 !

Rudyard Kipling


Gardeningbren said...

Beautiful post...just lovely. Isn't it a great time of year Erin.

Erin said...

Don't you just love it Brenda. After being cooped up all winter it is so wonderful to be out! It was supposed to rain all weekend and it didn't. I was out all day yesterday and today. Yayyy.

Krystal Morrison said...

totally different elements of your yard are often used for numerous garden activities, therefore so you ought to arrange the areas of interests that you just would incorporate in it. If you can, you ought to allot a region of it for growing food too.

Erin said...

Not to worry Krystal. Most of the gardens are growing food. Flowers are for the bees and to add prettiness!