Saturday, June 30, 2018

June 30th, 2018
The garden at the end of June

A stroll through......



A visiting swallowtail, and some volunteer

poppies that sprang up in the same pot as the borage and the sweet basil



and the lettuce, which is sure to bolt if somebody doesn't help me harvest it.


The little corner where the bag of potatoes, the curly end of the garlic
that appeared, unplanted, and the marigold  (which were supposed to be Cosmos)
brighten up a spot where the yellow climber reaches up to
the bird house on a pole.





The Shastas are happy and healthy and their golden centres blend nicely
with the yellow daisies,
which are happy too, but not too healthy
as their stems this year are playing host to a great horde
of red mites.




Over in the corner the day lilies bloom at the feet of the barn flowers,
which have grown tall and leafy, but won't bloom for another week,
or so.


The small, purple clematis has spread itself generously over the back fence


and here are a few volunteers that are filling in the other corner of the garden
at the end of the raised bed
where the lilies and the bee balm are vying for attention









or else just enjoying each other's company


some spirea, some comfrey and the lovely lavender
clematis that climbs the arch above the gate
to the side garden


Outside the front fence the common day lily and the yellow daisy
stand behind a wonderful array of yarrow that came to visit
uninvited, but so welcome.

It has been a cooler spring and one encouraging  to wandering seeds.






Look closely and you will see those dratted red mites....
it is probably the weather that has encouraged them, too.




If you're in the neighbourhood, come to visit

Tea. coffee and cookies, - lots of birds
and bees, buzzing around.

And the mosquitoes which were so horrendous
have retired to wherever mosquitoes go when they
quit harassing the gardener.........

Monday, June 25, 2018

The Storm

I opened my window wide last night, when I went to bed, hoping to catch a little coolness, - a little breeze to aid in sleep.  The day had been humid. and there wasn't much relief in the evening...but we did all the before bed things, Bruce, Callie and I.  Treats, - a last minute run outside and a bark at the gate, and I settled in bed with Prime Video to watch a bit of a movie, - (Out of Africa, once again!!).

I suppose I was only half asleep when the storm struck!

At first I thought "It is the dratted Village, bringing in heavy equipment to dig up the intersection at 7th and 7th, to accommodate their Soil Reclamation project, and they are using 6th avenue rather than main street because it is already all dug up!!"

And then I thought " No, it cannot be that - and it cannot be a freight train, but it sure sounds like one"

Finally I awoke enough to realize it was the wind, furious in its first gusts through the neighbours pine and walnut trees, rumbling through the air and sending strange sounds and fierce winds through my bedroom window.

I thought about Callie, and how she burrows in the blankets on my bed when the wind blows wild!!!

Went through the house, to check on her, and on Bruce, and found them looking fearful, and somewhat quizzical, so I stopped to reassure them, find a flashlight to put by my bed in case the power went off, and we all decided when the wind calmed down we would survive this storm quite nicely.

That was before the thunder and the lightning staged their version of "The Storm", a fairly spectacular show!

 I warmed some milk and sat with the small ones for a while before I went back to bed and my memories of prairie summer storms, when I was snuggled in an upstairs bedroom of my grandparent's house and the room was filled with the growling of thunder and the sudden brilliant  flash of lightning, - sometimes a jagged cut across the sky, - sometimes a light that brightened all the dark clouds and illuminated my summer bedroom around me.

The Similkameen is not given to rain showers and summer storms,
 being partially a desert climate, and I miss that....

Last night I smelled the lovely freshness of the rain and thought how welcome the moisture would be for the flowers and plants and the lawn.  Now, in my nineties, I have a special appreciation for the unusual and as I slipped into sleep I had grateful thoughts that this sweet storm had come along to stir my memories and give me another chance to enjoy nature and her light and thunder show.

This morning, as I cleaned up the debris and put the broken leaves and branches
 into the compost barrel, 
I still had a fondness for the night's events.....

THE STORM
Wendell Berry


We lay in our bed as in a tomb
awakened by thunder to the dark
in which our house was one with night,
and then light came as if the black
roof of the world had cracked open,
as if the night of all time had broken,
and out our window we glimpsed the world
birthwet and shining, as even
the sun at noon had never made it shine.






A Post Script, later in the day!

I have just listened to the local news and am feeling quite quilty that I should have expressed even a bit of enjoyment with this early morning show nature staged for us.  It appears that as the storm moved up the Okanagan it picked up a couple of locomotives, blew vigorously and fussed around and caused a great deal of damage to the cities and the countryside, - trees felled, houses crushed, thousands of people without electricity, even now.  oh dear, - one man's treasure, another man's trash!  Shall I be grateful that we only experienced the beginning of this rampage and that it was quite beautiful to behold???

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Breakfast menu

Thursday, June 14th, 2018

I come from a family familiar with English Cookery - roast beef and yorkshire pudding,, steak and kidney pie, Eccles cakes and bread and butter pudding, treacle pudding (grandmother style) and Toad in the Hole and Beef  Wellington....one of my earliest memories is sitting in bed between my grandparents, sipping morning tea in bed, from the saucer!!

My mother, she was ENGLISH. and quite often in the mornings she fed us soft boiled eggs with "soldiers"!!

My beloved's mother, -  she was IRISH, and so he had never become familiar with that delightful practice of dipping the toasted soldier into the lovely yellow yolk, and spooning out the white of the egg from the shell.

As a matter of fact he thought it was a rather degrading and ungenteel way to enjoy breakfast, and so our children never got to cherish this lovely English custom.

Unfortunately, -  I am free now to have whatever I please to break the night's fast, and a couple of times in the last two weeks I have fore sworn the coddled egg, or the fruit and cereal bowl, and made myself a nice, warm piece of toast, all cut up into straight and stalwart soldiers, ready for dipping!

My son-in-law fell into someone's favour and came across a couple of dozen beautiful big, fresh, brown farm eggs, which he kindly shared with me.

It has been heaven, first thing in the morning!!!!


Thank you to Christina for the picture, - 
she also wrote about the delights of eggs and soldiers!!!!




Friday, June 08, 2018

Friday, June 8th, 2018

Out in the Garden.......

feeding the birds, watering, and, as I look for flowers to honour the altar on Sunday I realize that spring is quietly saying goodbye!



All the rosy peonies have abandoned their flouncy petticoats around their grassy feet, - the iris and the wind anemones have faded away, to recharge for next year.  And the poppies....  The only flowers in bloom are the clematis, the shasta daisies, the remains of the cabbage roses (although the Blaze, which we have ALWAYS had in our gardens) is dimished, but its usual glorious self.....
 And here and there a yellow daisy or two, hinting at the gold and red and purple glories to come when the beds take on their summer attire.




The altar will have to be content with some small white and gold flowers (whose name I have forgotten although I know it so well!!) the purple clematis and the silvery shards that complement them.  God won't mind!!!!



Soon the lilies will be in full bloom and the bee balm will be doing what bee balm does for those little buzzing gold and brown creatures.  I have red and purple bee balm, royal colours to complement the gold of the barn flowers that create a hedge of privacy along the back fence, the invasive yellow daisies who would gladly take over the whole garden if they were allowed (sigh), and those lilies, that are so gorgeous and fragrant.






Someday I will post pictures of the gardens I have left behind, that were so precious to Charles and to myself, but I am content in these later years with the comfort of the old and not so spectacular plants, and my little handkerchief lawn is sufficient.  





Wednesday, May 30, 2018

May in the Garden

May 30th, 2018

Nothing is so beautiful as spring

When weeds, in wheel, shoot

long and lovely and lush...

Gerald Manly Hopkins.

























May, 2018

A record of Spring's beautiful gifts of vitality and loveliness.