The perennials seemed dead a month or so ago, but gradually life springs forth. The miracle of resurrection displayed every spring in my garden never fails to excite me. The earth cradled life through the long hard winter, protecting it.
And now we see the evidence that it was never really dead, only resting.
Here are a few shoots you may be seeing now if your garden is in a cold zone.
Bleeding hearts are popping up in my garden dressed in fringes of red.
Here is one you will probably recognize.
I'm always happy to see that my delphiniums are back.
But this one has me stumped. It's four or five feet tall, it smells marvelous like a heliotrope, and I was told that it was one,
but I can't find any pictures of heliotropes with leaves like these.
The garden is so full of promise right now, and I am out there daily, even on the odd days when the snow comes back to annoy us.
I worry over every spring flower that has to fight for its life, during the late snows, but I rejoice with every new shoot that pops up through the cold ground.
It's great that resurrection day happened in spring. We are constantly seeing reminders of its reality as we wander through our gardens.
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Saturday, April 18, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Something Amazingly Crazy Happened After I Found Blotanical
It was incredible. One of those one in a thousand chances that just happened. It all started when I found a fantastic garden community online called blotanica.
No, actually it started before that when I moved to the last place where we lived.
We moved in spring, and of course, I was busy turning a burr bush weed patch into a garden, but whenever I had to go downtown I would choose the scenic route to get there. I would tour my neighborhood to view some of what I knew must be Owen Sound's best gardens. When there were no impatient cars behind me I would slow right down and enjoy my driving garden tour.
I often thought of stopping to talk to a gardener along the way, but I never did.
Back to the present and my new found favorite e-community, Blotanical. I had no idea there was one site where I could find so many garden blogs from literally all parts of the world. I started checking out a few of the garden blogs, occasionally commenting or picking a favorite.
One gardener sent me a message back. I had commented on her beautiful blog and she had seen where I was from. "Where abouts in Owen Sound are you?" she asked.
Believe it or not, from a community of thousands of gardeners from all over the world, I had connected with a gardener not only from my own town but from one of those beautiful gardens in my old neighborhood.
If your path should lead to Blotanica be sure to look me up there at my plot
No, actually it started before that when I moved to the last place where we lived.
We moved in spring, and of course, I was busy turning a burr bush weed patch into a garden, but whenever I had to go downtown I would choose the scenic route to get there. I would tour my neighborhood to view some of what I knew must be Owen Sound's best gardens. When there were no impatient cars behind me I would slow right down and enjoy my driving garden tour.
I often thought of stopping to talk to a gardener along the way, but I never did.
Back to the present and my new found favorite e-community, Blotanical. I had no idea there was one site where I could find so many garden blogs from literally all parts of the world. I started checking out a few of the garden blogs, occasionally commenting or picking a favorite.
One gardener sent me a message back. I had commented on her beautiful blog and she had seen where I was from. "Where abouts in Owen Sound are you?" she asked.
Believe it or not, from a community of thousands of gardeners from all over the world, I had connected with a gardener not only from my own town but from one of those beautiful gardens in my old neighborhood.
If your path should lead to Blotanica be sure to look me up there at my plot
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