What's down the Garden Path
A daily record of the garden
Monday, August 24, 2009
August 24th, 2009
Here is August. The heat lingers into the last week, but there is an underlying coolness that speaks of fall.
Early in the morning, while the air was still fresh, I gathered up another wheelbarrow full of errant weeds and non-blooming violets. (What are these large violets that grow so voraciously in every nook and cranny)?
Yesterday I pruned the east side of the barn flower as it was leaning heavily to that side and pressing the new growth of delphinium to the ground.
The Canna's increase in bloom each day, and are looking quite spectacular.
One of my fall garden tasks must be to hunt up some yellow marking tape and tie it on each of the plants that need to be moved next spring, to make more room for its neighbour and give the garden a more civilized look.
I dream of a four foot swath around the outside edge of the garden as home to all these sturdy plants. Charles sees it as a spot for a thriving vegetable garden! He is pleased with the cucumbers and tomatoes and peppers we are enjoying from the garden.
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.