Some plants can be said to be hardy, others delicate and needy. Orchids can be such a beast, needy. Other houseplants, like Spider Plants and Philodendron’, less so. The Oxalis, well, this lovely gem stands somewhat on its own. It tis BOTH hardy and delicate, though not at all needy. Just water when dry. And…the best part…is it’s difficult to kill. Oh, you may believe … Continue reading The Shamrock of Lazarus
This last Sunday, the Irish Mutt and I went on another of our long walks. Over the last 8 months I’ve established a couple of routes, and this is hands down my favourite, and for obvious reasons. I am constantly astounded at the beauty this city has to offer. Just a mere 10 minute walk from the city centre, one occasionally comes upon the unexpected, … Continue reading Walks in the City
In gardening, one often finds that good design is often dictated too by adaption. The grand old Black Walnut outside my stoop, and all its juglone seeping, creates adversity to many plants. It oozes out this toxin, and all but a few of the woodlanders thrive – so for me this hindrance for some, is a boon. I am a woodland gardener. I love the … Continue reading Going With The Flow
There is one journal I’ve kept hidden, but no more. The first entry is dated January 6th 2011, and the last is August 8th, 2012…along the top of the page it reads’, in the same ink, Yuriks Pharm. and a 1-888 number, and a name CHRIS. Such was my life at the time. Yurik’s Pharmacy was the supplier for one of the realities of Tim’s … Continue reading Observations From Eden
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterwards, in an … Continue reading The Arrow and the Song | Longfellow
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After spending some quality time with a broom and mop, we ventured out. Her on the pink cotton leash, me in my ugly hiking sandals. With no particular direction in mind, I turned left, or right, purely by accident, or design. Left, right, left, right we wandered the city streets and pathways of Downtown London. We found little neighbourhoods tucked away in secret places, and … Continue reading Wandering the Wilds of London
In gardening, as in many things, there is a lingo, and one must strive to understand and imprint to memory certain terminologies. Tis not my forté, and therefore I struggle. I have a particular tendency to grasp onto my own unique lingo, and thus come off as an astounding moron in relation to topics I am actually quite versed on. For instance, take Determinate and … Continue reading Time in the Garden
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I’ve learned over the years, the hard way, that beginning with a new garden one must think the long term. Where are YOU going to be five years from now? Where are you going to be next spring? What do you like to do in your spare time? Do you have spare time? This garden I am privileged to live within, is part of a … Continue reading Fundamental Foundations
To establish a garden, one must sit with it, and quietly listen to what it wants to be. Over days, weeks, months ideally, it will open up to you. Through this quiet time spent in its presence, you will know what must be done. Through the fall, winter, spring, and on into summer, one may even gain a deeper understanding of it all, and perhaps learn how … Continue reading On Creating a Garden
You are cordially invited to a new blog I just began. Decided to take part this month in the Writing 101 WordPress is offering via their Blogging University series. For some time now I’ve felt this desire to move forward in my writing, but in what way exactly I was uncertain. I realized that I was allowing the uncertainty to hinder me, and maybe I … Continue reading You Are Invited
Yesterday was perfect – in every way possible. Perfect. Not too hot, not to cool. A beautiful breeze moved throughout my little abode, brushing away the winter woes. Freshly laundered bed linens hung on Grandma’s wooden cloths dryer all afternoon, soaking in the day. Last night I slumbered upon dreams of fresh summer days, and the scent of sunshine. Continue reading A Village Aglow
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