Saturday, October 30, 2010

Invasion of the Snow Ghosts

I feel a chill in the air.
The ghosts have arrived.
As they fall from the sky they glow.

Wait - those aren't ghosts, it's snow! 

Let the Spooking Begin

"When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
'tis near Halloween."

Friday, October 29, 2010

Lavender and Old Lace

The cold October air has brought a pink blush to the Hydrangea bushes.  The clusters of rounded pink and cream petals swirl together, transforming the dreary garden into a soft, romantic cloud.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Web of Opportunity

What are you building, dreaming, wishing for?
Plan it out, make it strong, place yourself in the centre.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The White Rose Breathes Of Love

The fragility and luminous beauty of the wild rose stand in stark contrast to the dreary decay that surrounds it in my October garden.  Just like true love, strong and persistent, it is the light that shines in an otherwise darkened world.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Things that go bump in the night.

It's time for ghoulies and ghosties and long leggy beasties
 and things that go bump in the night...

My spooky mailbox!

Friday, October 22, 2010

The Blueberries are Red with Embarrassment

What colour would you turn if you hadn't done your job and wanted to go unnoticed?

My blueberry bushes should be embarrassed - they did not produce a single blueberry this summer.

As Head Gardener, I am certainly not going to blame myself, so I blame the soil (not acid enough), the bees (not pollenating enough) and the bushes themselves. 

Much as I don't appreciate their poor performance I do admire their in-your-face fall attitude.

I went out this afternoon thinking I should just pull them out.   As you can see, they decided to end the season by turning fire-engine red.

Now they've made themselves too pretty to toss.

Interesting strategy.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Never Laugh At Live Dragons

My Dragon has not appreciated being relegated to the back of the garden where the tall purple loosestrife have tickled his nose and obscured him from view all summer.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Turning Garbage Into Gold

Right now we are closing the garden; cutting, chopping and grinding everything that is above ground and gathering it into one huge compost pile.

Although it is cold and messy on the outside, deep in the center of that heap grows a heat that will break down all that is old, transforming it into something new - into gardening gold.

Imagine if we could take our 'life' garbage, our fears and failures, disappointments and fatigue and mound them into one life-pile for composting.

Wipe clean the slate and start anew.

We can and should!

Monday, October 4, 2010

A Rose By Any Other Name...

This is the picture of the seed head of a clematis flower.

Lit by the sun, it reminds me of Einstein's messy snow-white hair.

It is tangled, chaotic, cloud-like and brilliant!

Most of all, it is wildly beautiful.

Henceforth, it will never be simply "seed".

Friday, October 1, 2010

The Changing Of The Guard

Our wonderful seasons, marking the passage of time, forcing us to change our routines, giving us the mental nudge we need to reinvent ourselves.

Closing up, putting things in their place, more time to think, less time to squander.

As Mother Nature moves summer into fall, I move along with her.


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