Walk around the garden and contemplate the seed pods as they form on spring trees looking like gold dripping from the network of branches. If you look closely, a small chickadee sits on a branch on the left.
The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough. - Rabindranath Tagore
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Contemplate the Garden
Although there is much work to be done in the garden, there are times just meant for observation and regard. Forms, textures, and colors are the backbone of a garden--giving it the beauty we often intend.
Walk around the garden and contemplate the seed pods as they form on spring trees looking like gold dripping from the network of branches. If you look closely, a small chickadee sits on a branch on the left.
Walk around the garden and contemplate the seed pods as they form on spring trees looking like gold dripping from the network of branches. If you look closely, a small chickadee sits on a branch on the left.
Monday, March 19, 2012
An Enchanted Garden
For many years, I have been captivated by enchanted gardens--gardens that are lush, alluring, romantic, and fascinating. These are gardens that, when entered, bring about a sense of awe and wonder. Colors, fragrance, and textures abound. Plants and trees have grown to a size that is manageable, and yet, breathtaking. At every turn, there is a beautiful surprise and more for the eyes to feast upon.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
The Vole in the Garden: Control Methods
When I was building and preparing my garden beds about eight years ago, little did I know that I would encounter one of the smallest, and yet, most threatening, creatures to a garden--the vole. Since my house was part of new construction, it would be a few years before the voles moved back in after their exit from the disruption of the building process. It was not long before they began by burrowing small holes here and there. Then, I noticed leaning plants with root damage. Spring tulips were devoured. The roots of shrubs, small trees, and perennials were nibbled until there was no hope for the survival of these plants.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
My Garden Notebook - March 2012
It is March 1, and I am documenting the developments in my garden every month on the first of the month.
I have spent a lot of time lamenting the non-winter we have had, even beseeching Old Man Winter with a letter. Although there are officially a few weeks left in winter, I do not think I would welcome Old Man Winter after March 15. With the advent of blooms and sprouts, my garden is whispering a call to behold the display regardless of time and to tend to its needs.
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