Forårskuller på en mandag

Hvor var det skønt at stå op til den smukkeste blå himmel og solskin igår. Den sidste uge har været præget af regn og blæst og ikke ligefrem forårsstemning. Blæsten hængte dog stadig ved og gjorde dagen ret kold. Det skulle dog ikke stoppe mig fra at nyde det smukke vejr.
Erantis er en mangelvare her i haven, men et par enkelte kan jeg da byde på.
En herlig gruppe krokus, nød også solen.
En enkelt lilla er tyvstartet, de andre er ikke så langt fremme.
Vintergækker i fuld flor.
Klematis har også fået forårsfornemmelser, her er det klematis Alpina.
Green passion.
Miss Bateman.
Vinden som sagt var ret skarp, så det var skønt at nyde et par pauser i drivhuset, hvor der var 20 grader.
Camelia White Zwan i fuld flor og nøjs hvor er den fin.
Der er efterhånden en god forårsstemning i drivhuset.
Det er med at nyde træernes grafiske udtryk mod den skønne blå himmel, inden de atter springer ud.
Et levn fra sidste sommer, men stadig meget dekorativ.
Tænk….anemonerne er også ved at kigge frem.
De første lupiner er også på vej.
Det samme er de forskellige hyacinter og vorterod.
Dejligt at få ryddet op i bedene så man rigtigt kan nyde alt der pibler frem.
Floks er også godt på vej.
Knækket påskeklokke på et leje af grønt.
Blodblommen står som så meget andet med store knopper.
For en uge siden klippede jeg lidt grene ind, så her er en lille forsmag på det der venter.

Ja det er måske ikke så smart at få forårsfornemmelser her midt i februar, men som alt pibler frem derude er det nu der skal ryddes op, inden det bliver helt umuligt at komme til. Kommer vinteren med kulde, så må jeg ud og dække til, men jeg tror og håber at de forskellige vækster ved hvad de har gang i..

Mange forårskullerede hilsner herfra 🙂

Havenyt uge 7

Der er ikke meget vinter over vinterferieugen. Tværtimod giver solskin og helt op til 11 grader stærke forårsfornemmelser i haven. Vi skal dog vente lidt endnu med det meste, men kan gøre klar til den kommende såning ude eller så småt starte op indenfor.

Fill Your Hands with Mud

 

Mary Oliver is my comfort this gray winter. I have been reading and rereading her poem “Rice”since her death last month.

I don’t want you just to sit down at the table.
I don’t want you just to eat, and be content.
I want you to walk out into the fields
where the water is shining, and the rice has risen.
I want you to stand there, far from the white tablecloth.
I want you to fill your hands with mud, like a blessing.
 

I am not ready to fill my hands with cold mud.

My alarm clock does not go off in the morning with a cheerful benediction that I will be handed an extra two minutes and 16 seconds of sunshine today.

I am thankful for any sunny, winter day, but most days are cloudy. Some are bone-chilling 2F, whipsawed to the mid-60s  a few days later.

Back and forth.

Winters were gray and rainy in Kentucky long before Noah set sail.

I push off, hand on the rudder.

I troll for things brown—bark, foliage, seedpods, prairie grasses and mud.

Many of you will say, thank god for witch hazels, winter aconites,  hellebores and snowdrops. I love them, as well, though calling them spring harbingers sounds too much like a come-on—a one-day Black Friday deal at the outlet mall.

Early-blooming plants are an irresistible tease—road signs for the next round of cold and gray. Still, shades of brown govern Kentucky winters, mile after mile, until we reach a few weeks past the vernal equinox.

One day in April—I’m never sure which glorious day it will be— spring beauties and Virginia bluebells will come into bloom again.

Yellow buckeyes will unfurl their compound, palmate leaves from their fat, winter buds—one leaflet at a time.

Put your boots on.

Be patient.

Take the slow lane from darkness to light.

It will warm up.

When it does…

“Fill your hands with mud, like a blessing.”

 

Listen to Krista Trippett’s 2015 interview with Mary Oliver:

Mary Oliver — Listening to the World

Fill Your Hands with Mud originally appeared on GardenRant on February 6, 2019.

Buffalo Garden Book Give-Away and My Best Buffalo Shots

It had to happen – a book about the Buffalo-Style Gardens that have become the talk of the gardening world, especially among garden writers.

And it had to be the work of Buffalo’s most vocal promoters of Buffalo gardens – the writer Sally Cunningham and the writer/photographer Jim Charlier, published by St. Lynn’s Press in Pittsburgh.

To Enter the Give-away

Just leave a comment here or on GardenRant’s Facebook page about:

  • Buffalo. Have you visited lately? Have you been to Garden Walk Buffalo?
  • The gardens where YOU live. Is there anything distinctive about them or are you jealous that Buffalo has its own style and your city doesn’t?
  • Or whatever you’d like to say.

Comment until close of business next Friday (2/15). I’ll pick one at random a week from today and email the winner.

I’ve browsed Buffalo-Style Gardens enough to see a few familiar gardens and even some familiar faces, which just made me want to see more.

Buffalo Memories

My times in Buffalo begin when the the four original or almost original GardenRanters had our first meet-up there, having decided to all attend and promote the 2007 Garden Walk that’s we’d loved reading about in Elizabeth’s posts. In fact it was her writing about the Walk that prompted us to ask her to join us just six months after the blog launched.

I love the photo above with, from left, Amy Stewart, Elizabeth Licata, me, and Michele Owens in Elizabeth’s garden but as for details about the partying that went on that weekend, what happens in Buffalo should probably stay in Buffalo. 

On a more professional note, we hired a real photographer – K.C. Kratt – to do some official group portraits. This one ran on the site for a long time and illustrated an article in a Washington Post called “Feisty Women Win Raves for Their Rants.” (Good times!)

Now for some of my favorite Buffalo garden shots from my three visits to Buffalo, all in mid- to late summer. Yes, I returned every chance I got to hang out with gardeners there – for the garden Blogger Fling in 2010 and the Garden Writers Association’s big annual conference in 2017.

Above, one of the most photographed gardens in the city, in the heart of the Cottage District.

I’ve used this photo countless times to illustrate the mid-summer glories of Russian sage, Rudbeckia and groundcover sedum.

This view of Jim Charlier’s garden is almost as famous as his shed, which in the forward to this book he claims to love almost as much as he loves his daughter (but don’t ask by how much).

 Above and below, the garden at a hospice facility, if memory serves.Having seen it in 2007, during the 2010 Fling I dragged bloggers Gail Eichelberger and Frances G. to the garden, cocktails in hand. They loved it, too.

Above and below, it’s hard to believe these gardens are in the middle of a city.

My favorite thing about Buffalo gardens? They’re jam-packed with plants, water features and spots for socializing.

As I remember it, this garden has a bar, Tiki torches and protection from sun and rain. So despite summer showers, the partying goes on. That’s Jim Charlier in the very center, cocktail in hand.

Lordy, these photos are making me long for summer and for the garden parties that Buffaloans do best.

Buffalo Garden Book Give-Away and My Best Buffalo Shots originally appeared on GardenRant on February 10, 2019.