What's down the Garden Path
A daily record of the garden
Monday, July 13, 2009
Monday, July 13th, 2009
oh, oh, - hard at it in the garden this morning.
A cloudy, cooler day to inspire me, but I really didn't intend to get so carried away. Well, it was the remnants of the little mauve daisies and the delphinium that got carried away, - in the wheelbarrow. Along with the weeds that were secretly flourishing in the shade of the bigger plants.
Now the sweet peas have room to breathe deeply and expand, and hopefully, after cutting down the delphiniums, they will start to push up tender new leaves and we will have another mini showing in October!
Tomorrow I will deadhead some more, and then perhaps a few days for the garden to recover and start pushing up the material for the next full wheelbarrow.
The Clematis on the west wall is looking gorgeous, and the little blue one that is finding it's way up the branches of the willow Charles pruned back has some promising buds.
A few volunteer sunflowers are starting to make things cheery, and I was so assiduous in the spring in thinning them there are just enough to provide bright spots and not overwhelm the garden.
We leave that to the barnflower, which despite being cut back in the spring has now taken over central position and is trying to outdo the curly willow in height. Next year it is going to have to move house!!! Right now it is just starting to bloom, and when it is in all it's glorious golden colour, waving in the breeze and looking quite regal, I will be happy with it and take a picture to show you...
Two pairs of orioles came to visit in the garden tonight. - the males still looking handsome and colourful. Who was home looking after the children - or have they all left the nest and it is courting time again?
We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden."
For I am fugitive, I am very fugitive -
Those that come after me will gather these roses, And watch, as I do now, the white wisteria burst, in the sunshines, from its pale green sheath.
Planned. Planted. Established. Then neglected, Till at last the loiterer by the gate will wonder At the old, old cottage, the old wooden cottage, And say, 'One might build here, the view is glorious; This must have been a pretty garden once.' -Mary Ursula Bethell, Time, 1929
We lived at the back of our son's horse pasture and had a wonderful view of the Similkameen Valley. Then we
moved to town, and although we still lived in the same beautiful valley we saw it from a different perspective, and sometimes telephone wires get in the way.
Hildred writes Daybyday,
Charles wrote From the Back Pasture. He was writing at great urging from the family to record some of the stories of his life and his family memories.
We had reached the point in our lives where we had time to appreciate the beauty of each day and were happy we had the energy to enjoy it. In 2012 we celebrated our 67th wedding anniversary, but then I lost my darling husband when he fell and broke his hip, and did not recover from the resulting surgery. Life has changed for me considerably......
Off to the side - a Garden Diary to keep track of what happens Down the Garden Path.
And a Recollection Blog, to keep alive the memories of our families.