Sunday, May 16, 2021

May 16th  2021

Sunday again, and a beautiful blue sky day, as it was yesterday and as they say it is going to be tomorrow!!!

A slight breeze cools what would probably be a hot hot afternoon, and it draws me out into the back garden where the Peonies and the Iris promise a lovely display during the next week.  The ants are exploring the peony buds these days - why is that, I wonder?  Must look it up..... I peer across the meadow that borders, and slopes down into the creek running at the bottom of the bench hill, hoping I might see the family of deer who habitat the creek bed, but the meadow is green and solitary.



I haven't been to church yet today, (online church that is) - most pleasing when you can watch and take part at your leisure, and when it is convenient.  And you could also 'choose' your church, but being born an Anglican it is where I find most comfort and inspiration, and that is usually where I end up, with the old, traditional services......   Although I find the actual church of my youth leaning somewhat towards the native land upon which the church was built, which is o.k.because the old traditional prayers and order of worship are still there.  The ones I know by heart and love.....

Here we are in the middle of May, and the garden is responding nicely to the great growing weather we are having.  Sometimes I remember with affection and longing the years when we had large gardens and a great variety of veggies and flowers, but old bones and sore muscles tell me that affection belongs in my memories, and the little bag of potatoes that got planted are enough to satisfy my gardening instincts.

Here is the big garden I speak of, and below,  the willing and well loved gardener!




When we moved to smaller quarters on the hillside orchard we concentrated more on flowers and shrubs, but I don't think we were ever without a garden in all the sixty-seven years we were married, - well, maybe the first year - married in May and many things interfered with the gardening business.....

Some of the flowers that grace the garden these days...






Here, in town, the garden is much smaller, and the only nod I have given to vegetables is a big bag of soil in which I threw a few cut up seed potatoes.

Nevertheless, youngest son drove me to the local garden spot and I came home
and filled many, many pots with the plants I couldn't pass by or resist....

Once a gardener always a gardener, I guess - regardless 
of age and creaking bones.....










 









7 comments:

Penny said...

I agree, once a gardener, always one, can never pass by seedlings without buying something.

Ellen D. said...

You have gotten much joy out of your many years of gardening. All of that hard work sure paid off with vegetables, flowers, beauty and happy memories!

Country Cottage said...

A lovely post, your gardens look wonderful. So pleased you are having good growing weather, spring seems to be slow in coming here in the UK - hope it arrives soon! 🤞

Morning's Minion said...

Aging and creaking bones sadly do affect the way in which we garden, but not the desire to be surrounded by well-tended flowers and a harvest of vegetables. So difficult to visit a garden center and bring home only what one can manage!

Debby said...

How beautiful your garden is!

Olde Dame Holly said...

That was a huge garden you had. It takes so much energy and time, and most of us are short on one, the other, or both! I will be interested to see how your potatoes do. I have 60 onions planted. The little bag was on clearance and I felt "sorry" for the bulblets. Your present-day garden is also lovely and I bet it will be stunning after your latest batch of plants start growing!

Megan Wallace said...

Once a gardener, always a gardener. You are so right, Hildred. When there are fewer plants to look after, you get to enjoy each one all that much more. Wishing you a splendid week!