Category: the garden arts

  • Scope for the imagination…

    I asked my Beloved’s help with a project and he came through beautifully. We’ve long had some sort of Little Tikes play structure in our yards since my eldest could toddle. There’s always been a few little cars or tractors too. But lately, I realized in a bittersweet sort of way that those structures weren’t…

  • Our morning walks…

    Our neighborhood is so unusual in this day and age of mini-mansions and planned communities and HOAs. It’s not that it wasn’t a planned community, because it is- it’s just nearly a hundred years old. I have to tell you, I think we lost something in translation between then and now, ’cause I’ll take my…

  • The gratitude, and the wonder…

    “I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.” – G.K. Chesterton : For new growth : The chance to begin anew : the wind and rain, the sun and seed : the simple pleasure of new (very comfortable) shoes : to work with our…

  • Going for a green thumb this year…

        Hope springs eternal, right? A certain beloved of mine has quite a love affair with strawberries (and blueberries, and blackberries). I've come to terms with this stealing of my affections. I've even come to the point that I will even encourage said love affair. Blueberries and blackberries are a bit beyond my ken, but…

  • It’s becoming tradition…

    I've received an email from a friend in which she states that I am causing her to tread near the sin of coveting, and well, I've decided to push her will power. I shouldn't really cause someone to fall. But tell me, can you resist this? Fresh, local, handpicked, red all the way through. Forgive…