may 8, 2018

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“Never stop doing your best just because someone doesn’t give you credit.” ~ Unknown

 

delicate

 

If anyone knows what this delicate flower is called, tell me. After Edgar arrived last week, I didn’t want to mow for fear of hurting or scaring him. So, the grass got much longer than usual, but something truly beautiful happened in the meantime. The yard filled with these flowers. They close at night, and stay open all day. Other flowers, too, arrived where there had been none. The flower below I’ve known since I was a child, though I really don’t know what it’s called. They grow out of weeds. But as I always say, one woman’s weed is another woman’s flower. It’s a flower to me for sure. I finally mowed tonight, and could have probably baled hay out of the super-long blades, but it was worth every wet, sticky clump to see a yard of flowers for a week. 

 

not a weed

june 20, 2017

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“What is important is not so much how long you live as whether you live a meaningful life. This doesn’t mean accumulating money and fame, but being of service to your fellow human beings. It means helping others if you can, but even if you can’t do that, at least not harming them.” ~ Dalai Lama

 

real sunflower

 

I have a flower pot by the backdoor. In early spring a weed began to grow in it. I thought it unusual for a weed, so I let it grow. And grow it did. It stands about three-feet tall all these months later. When I let Wally out Sunday morning I saw that the weed had bloomed. If anyone knows exactly the name of this flower I’d be grateful to know it. I’m thrilled I didn’t pluck that little weed. In fact I’ve grown quite fond of weeds. You know what they say: One (wo)man’s weed is another (wo)man’s flower.

october 25, 2016

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“Accept…then act. Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it….This will miraculously transform your whole life.”
~ Eckhart Tolle

 

may the Bird of Paradise
may the Bird of Paradise…

 

One of the first things I noticed in California was the prodigious Birds of Paradise. They’re gorgeous, clearly, and they certainly stand out among foliage of all sorts. I’ve learned that it’s indigenous to South Africa. So, of course they’re all over California (that’s sarcasm). That’s what we do here in America (and other countries maybe): we import non-native species of everything. Pythons (Burma) in Floridia, Kudzu (Japan) in Kentucky, that weird Asian carp that flies up and knocks your brains out as your boat speeds down a number of midwest rivers, the list goes on. Still, Birds of Paradise are gorgeous, and as far as I know, they’re not killing native species. For that I am truly grateful, and guilt-free as I enjoy its beauty.

 

...fly up your nose
…fly up your nose

april 11, 2016

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“Don’t be impressed by money, followers, degrees or titles.
Be impressed by kindness, integrity, humility and generosity.”
~ Unknown

 

to some a weed (snapseed)
to some a weed (snapseed)

 

Because I haven’t mowed the yard this season, a few old friends from my childhood were able to show themselves. I have no idea what this delicate beauty is called. I’m hoping one of my more learned friends can tell me, though I dare say most people consider it a weed. I remember fields of it when I was growing up in Malone, Kentucky. They’re soft to the touch with just a hint of pink. I’d forgotten how much I love these little things. I believe I’ll delay mowing again next year.

october 27, 2015

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“Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path
to the best things that will ever happen to us.” ~ Unknown

 

alone again (hipstagram)
alone again (hipstagram)

 

I discovered this lone little flower growing out of a crack by the library. I marvel at the tenacity of nature. Every year there’s a stray blossom that pops up here and there. Against all odds there’s a flower. It just warms my heart.

july 30, 2014

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“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” ~ William Shakespeare

 

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garden delight (snapseed)

 

I’ve spent years looking for garden delights. I don’t like much of what I find, but this year at the Berea Craft Festival that finally changed. A young couple from Indiana made the coolest metal flowers and hummingbirds that I had to bring a set home. In spring, I’ll plant delightful things around them.

 

one of each (instagram)
one of each (instagram)

september 14, 2013

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If you have good thoughts they will shine out your face like sunbeams
and you will always look lovely.” ~ Roald Dahl

fall blue
fall blue

There’s something about a crisp fall day that makes the sky extra blue. I spent several hours working in the yard, and at one point I stopped and said, “Thank you God for this divine day.” It was an absolutely stunning day. Afterward, I turned my attention to my photos from DC. You might remember Tuesday’s post where I mentioned a homeless man sleeping in the middle of rush hour. My prayer is for him tonight, that he may take some comfort in this cooler weather, and soon have shelter and a soft bed for sleep.

the least of us
the least of us

june 3, 2013

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It’s a new week, kids. Time to do positive things and make this world a better place.
~ Scott McClatchy

be my buttercup
be my buttercup

Rental sister Pam Bick gave me a starter bunch of Buttercups two or three years ago. It has had real trouble taking off, but the weather has conspired this spring to make them utterly delicious. So what do I do? I strip out most of the color. In my defense, the beauty for me is not so much their color, as in their delicate, intricate, design. They mesmerize me.

may 1, 2013

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I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.” ~ Diane Ackerman

morning glory
morning glory

My purple iris’ were given to me in 1994 by then landscape boss, Joe Calhoun (yes, in one of my many lives I did landscaping). One of his clients was a Lexington horse farm – he didn’t say which one – and he’d been asked to thin their iris bed. Back then, the rhizomes were estimated to be between 90 and 100 years old. I didn’t own a house at the time, so I planted them at mom and dad’s. In 2000, dad’s idea of thinning the iris was to throw them over the hill. He didn’t count on how hardy they were. When I bought my house in 2007, I braved poison ivy and copperheads to get those rhizomes that survived, and most had. Boy, how they have proliferated back in the Bluegrass! When I thin, I share with my neighbors who often stop and compliment the iris. Their beauty is nothing short of stunning, and they’re such a testament to the never-give-up spirit that sometimes they stop me in my tracks, like this morning. I was late for work, but occasionally I have to stop and appreciate God’s creations. Be here now. I hope your May Day/Beltaine was as beautiful as mine.

april 29, 2012

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Why not go out on a limb? That’s where the fruit is.” ~ Mark Twain

the garden of allergen delight (snapseed)

I’m severely allergic to mold; I can be the proverbiale canary in a coal mine in some situations. I wear a mask, take an antihistamine, and three allergy shots every week to be able to do yard work. After all those preventative measures you’d think I could roll in a pile of mold and be happy as a clam. You’d be wrong. I take my mask off for a drink of water and inhale a mold spore just big enough to make life painful the next day. Happens nearly every time. Still, I love my flower beds. My neighbors love them, too. They’re worth the pain. The flower beds, that is, not the neighbors.

How many plants can you identify in my garden?