Dear friends, I just love participating in this grand tradition as begun by Carol over at May Dreams Gardens. I had every intention of having a stunning post ready filled with all the wonderful things that are still going on.
But Jim is out of state visiting a friend and I am here holding down the fort. This has caused me to realize that Jim just has to live forever because aside from the fact that I love him to distraction, if I had to take care of all this alone I’m not sure what I would have to stop doing. Judging by the state of the ornaments in this house, I believe that housework would be the victim of the cut-backs.
Our good neighbor across the street works at a factory in this town that generates massive quantities of kiln dried scraps of oak. Last night he and I moved a whole pallet of this stuff, half to his house and half to mine. This stuff is the most outstanding kindling you have ever seen, and now I have a big old pile of it back by the compost area. It is supposed to rain this afternoon, and I want to get it under the woodshed roof before all that nice kiln drying gets soggy. So this post is going to be short.
In the front yard, the re-blooming iris “Belvi Queen” is still hanging in there, all though I do believe that she is finally winding up her reign. Want to see how she looked a couple of days ago? Go here. In fact, if you want to see how the Havens looked recently, I suggest you just scroll down this blog and look at the last four or five posts.
Meanwhile, the stroll garden is winding up procedures. This is how it looked yesterday at sunset.
Now, I’ve got to get out there and get my ass to work.
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This looks like the perfect place for a stroll! Checked out your last post with the beautiful iris and all your photos showing the play of shadows–very artistic photos! Hope you got all the kindling safely out of the rain:) Looks like it’s going to be a rainy week here; just as well–I need to get the much-neglected house cleaned up for Thanksgiving.
I think “needing to get the neglected house clean” is the gardener’s disease. Thanks for stopping by.
I’m enchanted by the shrubbiness (shrubbery-ness?) of your strolling garden. Look at all that wonderful texture and contrast of colors. I’d love to stroll through and feel it with my fingertips. Are some of the plants scented, too?
Oh my yes. That silvery mat in the foreground is a small dianthus that one of my friends gave me a start of. It covers itself with blooms in the spring and when you walk by on a warm afternoon the scent just positively ambushes you. And there is salvia with its pungent note, some of my day lilies are deeply scented, there is a rose verbena that owns the corner by the rock garden. . . The thyme walk releases its scent when you walk on it.
It is a real melange of colors, scents, textures. The garden is turning out better than I expected, actually.
What an eye catching garden!
It sucks me in sometimes. I go out to pick a radish and all of a sudden I’ve been standing there for 15 minutes.
That surely looks as a place where I’d like to put a chair just now
– calm and comforting.
There is already a chair there, and a bench and a swing in the back under the evergreens, just waiting. I can testify that it is a very calm and comforting spot. Well, except today. Today it is calm and comforting and WET.
Well, there is nothing such as bad weather, there is just bad clothes.
(My translation of an old Swedish proverb)
I like that saying. It has a very Northern feel to it. I would have used that saying when I lived in Juneau and Fairbanks if I had known it.