This was actually a no-no, but remember once I went to work with ol’Rodger the Dodger, on the train, from London to central Detroit. The trains go through the scary tunnel that runs underneath the river. So, here I am on this freight train barrelling down the track towards an opening that as we quickly approach does not look like we’ll fit… he laughed and … Continue reading A Letter From A Poor Old Widow In Her Weeds
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
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
This garden for me is a place for wind to blow through the chimes, for sunshine to dapple the shade, for me to sooth out the wrinkles of now, to learn what grows, and what will not, underneath a Black Walnut Tree. A garden is always a place for repose, to think, to sit and just be, to remember, and sometimes maybe to forget, the … Continue reading Lessons From 6 Springs In A Garden
Out in the garden poking around, eyeing my babies, tidying up, well, much as I do, more ‘set dressing’, fiddling really at this time of year, when in thru the hedge row breaks this woman, not of course aware there is a door, but anywho. A few years older than I, and she had just heard about Denis, my next door neighbour; she was an … Continue reading Of The Good And The Evil
That first spring here there was little more than Lily of the Valley, now a thriving river of greens runs along the house, and in the front grows Oregano, French Tarragon, and Chives with that trio of coneflowers, Nasturtiums, Snapdragons, and Tonka trucks. Out in the back upon that stone stoop, purple velvet pillow stained with walnuts welcomes me to rest me weary arse, after … Continue reading What A Garden Can Be
Hello, my name is Paula and I am a garden addict. 8-D … as such, I lurk in garden centres, looking for a fix. For example, at the recent annual Gathering On The Green, I bee-lined it over to the Horticultural tent, twice, coming back with delightful treasures bought dirt-cheap. The second time at half price. Oh, it was a hard-core gardeners dream, I was … Continue reading Zen Of A Garden
Up this morning before the crack of stupid, for what purpose I knew not, or, er, not initially. Yet, I admit it became clearer as the morning rolled along. I am a total sap. Romantic to my very core, as well as idealistic, and I fall hard for stories of TrUuuueee LOoove. Watching all the fabulous hats and men in shiny spats parading down the … Continue reading A Liquid Day In Many Ways
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