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on the way

On the way to deadhead our do-nothing-roses (see previous post)

I paused to take in the beauty of our lilies.

our do-nothing-roses

I call them "do nothing roses" because

that's exactly what we do! Nothing.

They seldom disappoint us.

This year just might be the best year of blooms YET!

Transplanted from the flower bed of a friend of a friend,

they continue to bless us with their beauty...

Memorial Day 2017

After storms and more rain yesterday,

my husband kept busy cleaning out his shed

and pulling weeds to prepare for this new cover of mulch.

Definitely a full and productive day!

Several additional pieces of yard art were uncovered in the shed.

I found places for them!

If...

"If you can dig a hole, you can plant a Star", reads the tag.

We can, and we did!

The rose was potted and a memorial plant sent by her nieces and nephews

to my mother's funeral.

I ended up being the fortunate recipient of the bush.

We dug the hole this morning at one of the corners of our front porch.

A light drizzle fell on it all day.

I think the white roses will look lovely against the white trim of the porch!

November 2

What's UP with this?!?
Not in the 8-10 years we've had these rose bushes have we had a pink rose on them!

Hubby stopped to take photos while mulching leaves today.

Yes, the 70 degree temperatures made even the roses smile!

without ANY help from me

While my husband mowed the yard this hot, sultry evening....

I went to check out the farthest bed from the house.

I was delighted to find the latest flowers had arranged themselves together quite beautifully--

without ANY help from me at all!

Oh, the wonder of perennials.

It's OUR Turn

Seems everything is a little slower on our property....

but it finally IS our turn to bloom!

We had really cut back these rose bushes along side one side of our sleeping cabin out back...

My! How they bloom...

June 4

Things were looking a little shaggy here....

so I went out and did some quick whacking, trying to beat the rain.

Several clumps of iris were pruned...

as was this wild raspberry (?) bush which had rambled quite long enough!

While carrying piles of plant debris across the yard,

I passed some of our first roses and paused to photograph them

when I returned with empty arms.

Stepping toward the back patio steps,

I admired the delicate look of this unidentified bush-trimmed-tree-like.

And then came the rain!

Sign, Sunset, Shed

My husband fashioned this sign out of a longer one...

cutting it into three pieces, drilling holes, and connecting with wire.

I couldn't be happier with it!

Around the corner from the rustic fence piece....these daisies.

And on the other side of the house,

columbine.

In the garage, a garage sale find (below)

awaits placement on the shed.

It's been SUCH a beautiful day,

culminating in a spectacularly simple sunset this evening.

With the dawn of Friday morning--the hanging of the garage sale find.
And 1/3 cup of Epsom salts is worked into the soil
around the roots of this old rose bush followed by a generous watering.
Maybe a little late, but I recall it resulted in some fine blooms a year or two ago...

We're off to a great start today!

Before the Derecho

Some scenes before

the forecasted derecho

which really didn't turn out to be anything

more than a thunderstorm.

(Seems there was a slight over-reaction to me...)
It looked very much the same AFTER the derecho, by the way.

There's A Place for Us

After reading Sue's suggestions about what to look for at thrift stores,

I feel MOST confident that I'll find a place for the galvanized chicken feeders

and this old wooden potty chair.

SOMEWHERE!

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. William Henry Channing 1810-1884

Irises come in many forms, shapes, colors and sizes and the sword-like foliage is attractive when the plant is not in bloom. The genus Iris is a large genus of bulbous and rhizomatous perennials.

The Iris was named after the goddess of the rainbow because of its many colors.
A flower on the Sphinx is considered to be an Iris, and another appears on a bas-relief of the 18th Egyptian dynasty.
Pliny also knew the Iris and praised its medicinal virtues.
The Iris was also a favourite flower of the Moslems, who took it to Spain after their conquest in the 8th century.

Bought at a local plant sale, Spring of 2009 Feverfew (Tanacetum parthenium; syn. Chrysanthemum parthenium (L.) Pers., Pyrethrum parthenium Sm.) is a traditional medicinal herb which is found in many old gardens, and is also occasionally grown for ornament. The plant grows into a small bush up to around 18 inches high, with citrus-scented leaves and is covered by flowers reminiscent of daisies. It spreads rapidly, and they will cover a wide area after a few years. It is also commonly seen in the literature by its synonyms, Chrysanthemum parthenium (L.) Bernh. and Pyrethrum parthenium (L.) Sm.

I'D PICK MORE DAISIES
If I could live my life again
I'd be a little lazy
I'd stop this rushing to and fro
And stop and pick more daisies
Through all the lovely summer months
Though days be clear or hazy
No more to fret over tasks undone,
I'd stop to pick a daisy
Not so important what I did
This fact time now discloses
While running through life's garden green
I'd stop to smell the roses
If I could hold my little ones
The children in my care
I'd scold them less and love them more
With so much love to share
If I could pass this way again
Though folks might think I'm crazy
I'd work and worry less, but I'd
Take time to pick a daisy
The rush of life has passed me by
Now I have leisure hours
But time has taken such a toll
It's too late to pick the flowers.

Mildred F. Rowe

MEASURE YOUR HEALTH...by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature, if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you--know that the morning and the spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse. (Thoreau)

"God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on the trees and flowers and clouds and stars." (Martin Luther)

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the garden of God
It's climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
To the sky from the clay to the clod.
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care
Neglected, 'tis ragged and wild.
'Tis a plant that is tender, but wondrously rare,
The sweet wistfull soul of a child.

Be tender, O Gardener, and give it it's share
Of moisture, of warmth and of light,
And let it not lack for th painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.
A glad day will come when it's bloom shall unfold,
It will seem that an angel has smiled,
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child.

...Author Unknown

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And every one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine,
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.

Thy Word is like a starry host:
A thousand rays of light
Are seen to guard the traveler,
And make his pathway bright.
Thy Word is like an armory,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find, for life's long battle-day,
All needful weapons there.

Oh, may I love Thy precious Word,
May I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glen,
May light upon me shine!
Oh, may I find my armor there!
Thy Word my trusty sword,
I'll learn to fight with every foe
The battle of the Lord.

(Edwin Hodder, Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord)