That night the moon hung full in the nights sky, as we stood along the front porch, lost in our thoughts, of her, my mother. The undertaker had been called, and as they placed her body in that black bag they always use, we went outside, to be one with the grief we all shared. As they brought her body out, we not a one … Continue reading Words To My Mother I Write
I suppose it’s an inherited thing, a legacy from generations of gardeners. Each of us with our own style, our own purpose, of our own time, beginning, that I know of with my Great-Great Aunt Jen. Now, one thing about this Great Aunt is that, like many ancestors of the time, her name was not actually ‘Jen’. No, instead her name was actually Judith Jane, … Continue reading What Is Bred In My Bones, The Birds And The Bees, The Flowers, And Even The Trees
It was September 2013 when I finally found an apartment, after living with my sister for 6 months, and those 4 months at Irish Lake after Tim died, and almost the first thing I asked my landlord was…”can I garden? Can I plant and move things and so forth, can I, can I?” He said yes… and here I am 6 years on. There are … Continue reading My Own Temenos / Garden Of My Heart And Soul / An Enchanted Wood
I for one, for the most part, am an advocate for rain, selfishly for my garden and specifically for those old Victorian Ostrich Ferns I brought from The Homestead. It has rained so much this spring that many farmers have had to delay putting their crops in, and so they are behind, and from forecast models I’ve seen for the year I don’t believe it … Continue reading Tales From A Rented Garden: An Oasis Under Assault
Grandma’s younger sister, the second to youngest, Aunt Helen, was a world traveller, retired public school teacher, a collector of bric-a-brac which she arranged on the walls, in collages, nooks and crannies, in corners, on tables. When you first walked in to her parlour, her sitting room, the dining room, whether it was down at the family farm, or her place in town, her rooms … Continue reading Trash to treasures and Whimsy of a Woodlandia Rented Garden
A garden like this is a rough sketch, a thing becoming, a thing of chaos and order, spirit and shadow in the changing light, as well as changing goals, and changing up a few dreams. Being rented, just because it happens to be out my door, I never know absolutely 100% if I will be here next spring, next season. I definitely want to be, … Continue reading Jardin De Refuse For A Rented Garden Becoming Wabi-Sabi
A garden has a lot to teach, of patience, compromise, of light and shadow and how to play with it, of creation, of beginnings and endings. You learn from a garden that indeed the eye does like to travel, as someone once said, in sweeps of singularity of colour or type, drawing you forward to the heart of it, or framing the prize view. Gardens … Continue reading Some Tales From A Rented Garden, Of Time, Lessons, and That Lungwort Flowers
Not to toot my own horn, but I seriously rarely toot my own horn, so TOOT TOOT. I have spent all my personal time of late, my days off, my afternoons, mornings watching dappled sunlight sparkle, and I am enchanted, stunned with its beauty, this ethereal sense of watching the wilding world go by. Enchanted by all that comes and goes, flits through, breezes by, … Continue reading Tales From A Rented Garden: How To Love A Begonia
We all become those creatures of habit, of doing the same thing, day after day, rinse repeat. Such as how I begin my walks with Irish, going thru my hedgerow door, across the parking lot towards the Yews. I go that way for one reason, as that spot I know is like one of the primary ‘pee’ spots in the hood, every single dog that … Continue reading All The Usual Places
This year I am so enamoured with my garden, of how it has aged, filled in, the play of light on the foliage, the golden creeping jenny with the kelly green of the Plantaginea Hostas enmass, and the play of light through the Asparagus Fern in the plant stand I found. Tis definitely my little oasis. We all need that escape, that tranquility, of a … Continue reading My Japanese Inspired Woodland Garden
Back then I was in between, between marriage and the divorce, between where I am today, who I am today, and who I was with him, my ex. I’d lived with a friend for about a year, and when we parted ways I found a place on my own downtown, and I liked where I was, who I was, and what possibilities lay ahead. I … Continue reading I’d Rather Poke A Fork In My Eye
NEW POST: All kinds of words and talking heads have been read and viewed into the sycophantic GOP, this viral subservience to Trump, almost to a degree that some have even wondered, myself included, are they hiding something? Or, hiding from something? Continue reading Whatever They’re Hiding Will Be Their Destruction
Realization came slowly, like it sometimes does, like it had for him, I found out later. At the front door, on the sidewalk that connects our two apartments, with a frozen puddle in the late winter that hadn’t been cracked, not a footprint did I see – I noticed that first. Working later in the day and taking the bus this winter, I just hadn’t … Continue reading And I Never Said Goodbye
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