Saturday, May 15, 2010


We are busy in the garden making a small corner for a cutting garden where we will plant the fragrant plants of the evening, white and ethereal and smelling ever so yummy!!!  The ghostly Nicotiana and the lovely evening scented stock;   the gorgeous stephanotis and some humble sweet alyssum for edging.

We stop for coffee, and I  wander down the garden path to where the peonies are starting to bloom.  Indeed, the ferny Oriental peony is already beginning to fade, - their beauty is so short lived.  In our garden the buttercups that accompany them continue their golden blooms for another few weeks, and push further into the surrounding Iris.

Just today the peony tree we planted when we moved here five years ago has started its annual blossoming, - every year a few more blooms.

These peonies are a forerunner to the grand opening of the passionate peony buds on the plants that we brought with us when we moved and that are now becoming familiar and at home in this new hillside garden.

Watch for them, - another week and the garden will be heavy with their fragrance and  beauty.

The soft lovely images that Mary Oliver evokes in her poem 'Peonies'  will keep us content until that time.

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready

to break my heart

as the sun rises,

as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open ---
pools of lace,
white and pink ---
and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away

to their dark, underground cities ---
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,

the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding

all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again ---
beauty the brave, the exemplary,

blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Skywatch Friday
May 14th, 2010

Similkameen Skies

The worn silvery branches of a tree, long dead, silhouetted against a May sky.

Meanwhile, back at the pond, summer clouds reflected in still waters.

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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

A lovely bush we bought for our sixty fifth wedding anniversary to plant in a corner of the garden, - an Exochord Macrantha called "The Bride" Pearl Bush.

And here is another picture of a Bride taken sixty-five years ago today on the morning of our wedding day.  I call it The Pensive Bride.

Was I reluctant, - oh no, never - but it was a big step I was taking moving away from family and friends with this handsome man who just twelve days ago was arriving in New York Harbour, returning from service overseas with the RCAF/RAF.

We celebrated quietly today.  A drive, then out for dinner.  When we make Seventy we will have a party!  Fireworks and a live band and a carnival, as one of our grandsons suggests!

Hope you can join us......

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

ABC Wednesday

The letter this week is Q

Quicksilver is the archaic name for Mercury, but what an enchanting name it is, calling up all sorts of wonderful images of Little People, Middle Earth, shining magical quickness, - imagine if the God Mercury were to be called Quicksilver.........

How very apt and beautifully descriptive of this winged messenger of the gods.

See what other surprises Q holds for you at ABC Wednesday, here.