Back to my Color Scheme

 

Since my garden here is so tiny, and since I enjoy color harmonies, I had every intention of sticking to pinks and blues and purples throughout my garden, but bulb packages can lie.  The trouble is, I have a hard time being ruthless.  Another Blotanical gardener, Jack from Gardens at Waters East, compared it with a writer editing scrip.  As a writer I am well aquainted with the trauma of having to cut out paragraphs and even chapters just because they don't quite fit in.

That's what happened in my garden today.  Beautiful yellow and red striped tulips and even some plain yellow and some soft orange ones had to go. 

I couldn't quite bring myself to remove all the yellows though.  They do add a touch of sunshine to the overall scene.

 

I haven't tackled this part yet, so tell me, what would you do?

Quick change from logs to Rocks in my Cottage Garden

When we moved here, there were two tiny raised flower beds enclosed by poles.  I didn't like them much, but my initial chore of turning the lawn into more garden consumed my time.

That was two years ago. 

Last week we arranged to trade our SUV in for a very small Kia, Rio, and I decided to get some rocks from a near by field while I still had the SUV.

  I removed the rotten wood from around the beds, and stacked the rocks without doing much damage to the creeping flocks and rock cress.




I love the results and it didn't cost me anything but my time and the Gas to get the rocks.

 

Tulip Time

I love them all: Tulips, sweet scented hyacinths

and drumstick primroses

My garden is getting along just fine without me these days.  The spring showing is gorgeous, but I hardly have time to notice.

I take the occasional walk through and pull a few tree seedlings before heading out to the land in the mornings.

My focus is on figuring out what I can divide and take with me.  I don't want to deplete the garden, or make any portion of it look sparse, but there are some plants that need dividing anyway,

and there are some that were gifts and it would be wrong to let them go.

But even if I don't take a whole lot with me, I have enough new plants to discover on our land.  I still haven't solved my plant mystery, so if you recognize this please let me know.

Always wishing for that little piece of Heaven

The other day I told my husband that I wished I had a little piece of land with some chickens and a cow and plenty of space to garden.


The only problem is that I could barely handle it twenty years ago when we had exactly that.  I worked at the market garden from before dawn to after dusk; we could never find where the chickens hid the eggs; the cow broke out of her stall and got into the corn mash and died, and the flowers got eaten by the goats.


I never had the time I would have needed to putter in a flower garden anyway.

At sixty two and sixty nine years old, I doubt that we could do much better than we did back then when we were in our prime.


I do long for my own little piece of Heaven, but at sixty two I guess I can hold off a few more years and wait until I get to garden in the real thing.


In the mean time I do have a little bit of Heaven - sort of.  The weeds do keep coming up and the rose leaves do get eaten by the nasty little green worms, but beyond all that there is just a teeny tiny glimpse of what Heaven must be like.