Tuesday, August 24, 2010

It's Time to Say Goodbye


Interest and inspiration have eluded me for some time.
I have enjoyed meeting so many interesting people and will continue to visit their blogs but mine ends here today on the eve of traveling back to Michel's arms.
Goodbye everyone!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Happy Birthday Belgium



I hope it isn't the last one


Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sunshine and Color

It's been a trying few weeks but along with a little sun some happier days have returned.





One granddaughter was part of an an artist show.



Another granddaughter graduated from high school



and also had some comical rabbits in her school art show






and I admired my daughter-in-law 's work on a 3 storey high mosaic for the wing of a children's hospital

All that color and imagination cannot help but lift the spirit!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Almost Holland


Not quite Holland, but close. I took these pictures on a visit to Woodburn just outside Portland.



My garden is far less impressive but the flowers are lovely all the same

Friday, April 2, 2010

Proud of my Old Community!

Palo Alto certainly has its wrinkles but it was a great place in which to raise my kids.
This video shows why.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Goodbye Elspeth


Elspeth Thompson of Gardening Against the Odds has died. What a terribly sad loss to her family and to all of us who loved her work. She who created so much beauty around her still could not avoid the dark side of life. Yet her posts were invariably a source of joy and brought many smiles to my face as did her pictures. Wherever you may be, Elspeth, I hope you found respite.

To Cut or Not to Cut?

That is my question. All winter I wait expectantly for the tulips chosen and planted in fall. Creamy orangy ones, pink ones, tiny species bulbs that return year after year, and the wildly fringed hybrids that last just one season. Winter was so mild that they thrived and are just about to delight me.

Except, except that the forecast threatens high winds, thunder and hail today. Enough to flatten any tender spring flowers.

So I can take a chance, leave them be and enjoy them for days to come. Or, I fill a vase knowing that they last but a short time.

Oh, I know there are real problems out there, but it is a real enough torment for a gardener to decide whether to cut or not to cut.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Spring Is Here

Early spring is with us!

The gardeners are out planting, weeding, dividing and exchanging plants. This is the best time of year for me though maintaining the garden is becoming more of a liability than a pleasure. I try to simplify, if only the weeds would do the same!
The front yard now minus the huge liquid amber with devoured light and water, needs to be re-thought. So I planted three landscape roses called "Baby Blanket". Fingers crossed. Then I took pictures so I will remember where to add bulbs next fall.


Today I planted nasturtiums, fed the roses and made a lengthy mental list of "things to do in the garden". I keep my eyes open for aphids, slugs and centipedes, all my "bêtes noires" regardless of their color. I am aiming for zero tolerance this year.

I never cared for lawns and mine will become an attractive display of gravel and river rocks in the next few days. Add a crisp new garden umbrella, new cushions for the chairs in front and back,et voilà, a new look for 2010.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Music for a Grey Morning

Courtesy of my friend Mokhtar and youtube, here is a sweet song to put a little smile on a grey drizzling morning by the Berber singer Hindi Zahra



Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Where on Earth?



Who would parade King Kong covered in citrus? Just hazard a guess.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

What I'll do for LOVE

Between going to school and going to work, my granddaughter doesn't have time to do much else. Since college is an $$$$$ proposition, I went to Powells and came out with this



ART is where we need to start but there are small and larger caches of money to be found throughout



So I'll read it from cover to cover, till I get to page. . .WHAT??



702!!??
Well, I do love her and she is worth the effort, but in all honesty I would much rather get lost in the pages of these books.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Winter Pleasures


Here in the northwest, winter made a late appearance throwing us off with a bit of sudden snow and then retreating to mild days of showers and sunshine. If it hadn’t been for the somber mornings and the early nights, I could have pretended it was March. “A mild winter,” everyone remarks, “not like last year’s”. Old Gris, 22 this year, and no longer the lively hunter he once was, sleeps for long hours curled up on the red blanket. Only food and visitors distract him from slumber but even then he soon curls up between two guests and, as is his prerogative, catnaps peacefully.



Still, it is chilly enough to justify all the treats of winter, the afternoon fires, hot soup at lunchtime, dinner simmering for hours and filling the house with delicious anticipation. Dormancy in the garden means more time for reading, drawing, for catching up with all the movies I missed last year, for knitting or embroidering. It may short-lived this winter break I like and so far I haven’t worn my heavy winter coat nor pulled the electric blanket out of storage. And I have yet to make my favorite winter dish, red cabbage with apples and red currant jelly, as my mother cooked it.



In front of the house, the seventeen sprouting rosebushes have been pruned, and as I garden I exchange smiles with young parents taking their toddlers and dogs for midmorning walks. On sunny breaks, the coffeehouse tables are crowded with chatty customers and quiet readers. Yes, there is no mistaking it, it feels like spring in February in Portland, Oregon. Thank you Pamela, for reminding me of the pleasures of this season and those to come.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Winter Gardening


Winter is for indoor flowers
while outside some early beauties have appeared




Purple hellebores



and white ones too


the euphorbia isn't far behind

Elsewhere there are promises of beauty to come


the monkshood is peeking out
and there are buds all around


on the white clematis


the red rhododendron


and the flowering quince

All I need now is a little patience . . .