“In winter I get up at night, and dress by yellow candlelight, In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child’s Garden of Verses It’s the first day of summer–the solstice arrives tonight. The days will, ever-so-slightly, grow shorter and dawn will start to arrive […]
Garden
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
“Draw things that have some meaning to you. An apple, what does it mean? The object drawn doesn’t matter so much. It’s what you feel about it, what it means to you. A masterpiece could be made of a dish of turnips.” ~ Sherwood Anderson We first tried Hakurei turnip (informally known as a salad turnip) […]
Sunday, June 11, 2017
“Odd as I am sure it will appear to some, I can think of no better form of personal involvement in the cure of the environment than that of gardening. A person who is growing a garden, if he is growing it organically, is improving a piece of the world. He is producing something to […]
Thursday, June 1, 2017
“Lyda was an exuberant, even a dramatic gardener. . . She was always holding up a lettuce or a bunch of radishes with an air of resolute courage, as though she had shot them herself.” ~ Renata Adler, Speedboat The spinach is finished and, just in time, the lettuce is ready. I love the cute, compact […]
Monday, May 29, 2017
“A visitor to a garden sees the successes, usually. The gardener remembers mistakes and losses, some for a long time, and imagines the garden in a year, and in an unimaginable future.” ~ W.S. Merwin, What Is a Garden? Disaster in my garden–my tomato plants, that I’ve nurtured from the time I put tiny black […]
Saturday, May 27, 2017
“A weed is a plant whose virtue is not yet known.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson I notice it when I’m heading indoors from photographing the lilac buds one day. Tucked away, hidden almost, among the growing greenery that will one day turn to a mound of white daisies, the soft downy white bud bows in […]
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
“The first gatherings of the garden in May of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby – how could anything so beautiful be mine. And this emotion of wonder filled me for each vegetable as it was gathered every year. There is nothing that is comparable to it, as […]
Monday, May 22, 2017
“It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.” ~ John Steinbeck, Tortilla Flat I […]