calyx

Catching a fleeting moment in the garden is exciting. As the poppy buds open with an instant pop (oh! now I know why they are called poppies!) the calyx is cast to the ground to form mulch. Yet occasionally they might catch just the right angle of an emergent petal and hang on momentarily. It's rare to see a nearly fully opened poppy with its calyx attached yet here are two right near each other in the early morning light.
I'm loving how the tomatoes, pumpkins and basil are taking off now that summer seems to have truly arrived. New tomato varieties: Julia and San Francisco Grape are among the tons of Sun Gold seedlings. I'm making a concerted effort this year to pinch out the side growth on the indeterminate tomatoes so they will, hopefully, be forced to produce fruit earlier this year, instead of waiting until the end of September for fruit to ripen. I'm hopeful for a good tomato year.

Fourth

Yipee!
I survived my first foot race...a one miler on the Fourth of July.
My daughter was my inspiration..."Little Miss Speedy" as her friends call her.
I was pretty nervous before race time.
I've only been running for the last month, I think, I can't keep track of anything anymore.
Could I make it up the hill of the first half of the race?
Could I run the whole way or would I woos out and walk like an old ninny?
I ran the whole way!
I kept pace with my friend, who has placed first in her age group year after year, but she accelerated at the top of the hill to twenty feet in front of me for the rest of the race.
I thought that I could catch her on the downhill but she was stride for stride even with my pace and I couldn't kick it into another gear like my daughter can.
My friend, who just two weeks ago, entered my same age bracket, I knew would knock me out of a possible ribbon placement. Do I have to be so competitive?
But I was the next runner in our age group behind her and came in fourth for my bracket.
I was excited and motivated to try harder next year.
The amazing thing is that I'm not sore today.
That makes me feel like I had a little mini victory of being healthy.
The best part of all
was being able to share an experience
like that with my daughter,
who came in second in her age group.

Berryliscious

(detail from Forest, exhibited in 2006)

Yesterday, in the heat of the afternoon, my girl put on my sun hat and marched out the door with a big basket for a big harvest. When she came back inside, maybe a half an hour later, her hands were stained red and the basket was full and she said, "is this enough for strawberry shortcake?", with a big grin on her face. After a hearty barbeque dinner I was too stuffed for shortcake so I suggested making strawberry sorbet instead, which was met with approval. In the dark, with all the windows open, the fans running, the ice cream maker churned away at the simple ingredients: the freshest strawberries, fresh lemon juice, sugar and water, with its droning hum. Nearly an hour later a concoction of the most intense essence of strawberry was enjoyed by all, instantly cooling us down and melting away the heat of the day. There is nothing in the world like home grown strawberries, warm from the sun, red through and through, and dripping with sweet juicy goodness. Ahhhh summer!

Bloomeriferous

I love it when a variety of plants, like ingredients of a recipe, come together perfectly for an instant. Gardens are so ephemeral, the Siberian iris seem to be gorgeous for one day a year, and if you don't bother to step outside at just the right moment you can miss their whole grand display. Today the Styrax japonica is at its peak of bloom. The fragrance is overwhelming. Peonies, Sisyrinchium, Tanacetum, Ceanothus, Alchemilla, Rosa, Digitalis, Campanula, and Physocarpus combine right now to make me swoon. Ahhh, June! Happy long days of summer!

Booties

A shower gift.
Cozy flannel interior
Recycled shirt toe + tongue

Roses in Our Garden

Not all of them are in bloom yet,
such as Ballerina (which keeps getting
pruned by the deer) and The Fairy.
The range of fragrance goes from no smell,
tea, spicy, musky,
delicious fall-into-the-shrub-rapture floral,
to a grandma's heavy perfume.
The native Nutka roses that I planted years ago
have colonized a huge area into
quite the thicket and wildlife habitat.
And the delicate Rosa glauca (front row right) have multiplied into
grand arching monsters that make it difficult
to penetrate while gardening.
They have grown taller than the deer can reach now.
They seed so easily that they border on
becoming an invasive weed, lovely weed however.

Moving Day

Back to Fort Ward State Park this morning and new treats while on my walk/run. Mt. Rainier was fully visible today in all its snow cone glory. Way up ahead on the South Beach Road I could see a baby deer, so I ran as quietly as I could, hidden behind thick shrubs, to get a closer look while he was occupied with his meal. As I approached I slowed to a quiet walk and then the doe appeared along with a second spotted fawn. I just burst out loud with, "ohhhh, you are sooooo cute!" My voice got very high on the emphasized cute. The threesome looked at me for a moment and slowly made their way up their narrow steep deer trail into the dense forest. When deer rub their antlers on the tree trunks in my garden, girdling the trees, I am less than happy about their presence. When they gobble up my budding roses and loads of other shrubs I again am not too pleased. But when I saw that little family I couldn't help but fall in love with those sweet cuties.
It's a big day out in bunny world in the back yard. The orphaned bunny that I found in our garden last December has graduated from his temporary quarters and moved into the recently vacated big hutch. There is so much more to see in his new home. His new location offers a wonderful view of the Tan, a doe, that will be a new source of desire. I think he looked a bit frightened at first in his new house, but he will eventually enjoy the view and the expansive quarters. It's supposed to get warm today and tomorrow so perfect timing to vacate the shed where it gets quite hot in the summer. Both of our bunnies love roses and the climbing Cecil Bruner is now supplying an ample source for their munching pleasure. Happy new home sweetie.

It's a Brand New Day

My morning walk today was a delightful change from the usual. I had read recently that to be successful in maintaining an exercise regimen you should mix it up, and not do the same thing day after day. Well, I have been on pretty much the same path for many months, but today, today was a whole different critter entirely.
After dropping my daughter off at her new summer engagement I drove a short way to Fort Ward Park. Instantly there was a difference from my usual routine in that where I walked, for the most part, no cars could speed past me (I'm always hopeful the usual speeders are not distracted on their cell phone or whatever and mow me down). Just the sound of birds, barking seals, and the wake of the passing ferry braking onto the shoreline.
I signed up for a short run coming up in July with my daughter, my first race ever, and I thought I better get some substantive running time in. Through the woods, along the shore, past lovely old bungalows with views of Mount Rainier I had to stop for a few minutes to soak in the dramatic view. Just as I rounded the bend at my favorite part of the island where narrow South Beach Road is braced against the tides just above the edge of the sound I saw the distinguished massive figure of a mature bald eagle, which was being harassed by a seagull. He was sitting on the remains of an ancient pier surveying the tidal flats for yummies. His sturdy bright yellow legs and rapier talons were impressive with their telling strength. Just to my right, weaving its way through the blackberry bramble, was the flash of a goldfinch. I haven't seen a goldfinch in many years here. What a treat. And then, it was just this opera unfolding in front of me, a seagull with a clam in its beak flying at full speed dropped its booty onto the beach boulders. Success, he broke open the shell and ate the meat with ease. The seals were barking all the while off on the channel marker. The saturated smell of the lowish tide and the muskiness of the tall grasses in full efflorescence, still ladened with morning dew, added another dimension to the rich sensory experience. Mt. Rainier was only visible on its lower flanks as the top was enclosed in clouds. The ferries passed each other in front of me as they made their way through the narrow channel. I turned around with renewed enthusiasm and ran all the way back through the park to my car, a feat not easily achieved by this old body.
I'll be back tomorrow.
And on the cancer research front, great breaking news for those that were loosing hope, new findings from the Fred Hutch Cancer Research Center has successfully beat metastasized melanoma into remission: http://www.fhcrc.org/about/ne/news/2008/06/18/T_cells.html

Have a good day!

Ripped Apart

My lovely Cercidiphyllum japonicum developed two leaders, probably after a storm that broke the initial leader, and has now ruptured right down the middle of its trunk. I know this state is an accident just waiting to happen. One big gust and one or the other halves is likely to fracture from the trunk and come crashing down on my five foot tall lilies below or worse on a passerby. I know I have to euthenize this tree but just like our old bunny that I had to put down last week this tree tears at a piece of me with its charm, grace and the years of nurturing. I bought it as a six inch tall sapling from the arboretum plant sale twelve years ago and now it is a thirty foot beauty. The lithe arc of its branches, the perfect cordate leaves, the mahogany colored emergent leaves, the perfect dappled light cast through its canopy, the butterscotch fragrance of the cadmium yellow autumn leaves, the all-at-once leaf drop...it's just such a gorgeous tree!

In some ways, not nearly so graceful, I feel like this tree. Fractured as my children don't need to rely on me any longer, fractured in my physical state (although in better repair than previously), fractured in despair about my ailing sister, fractured from the loss of a long held pet.

When I pointed out the structural problem of the Katsura Tree to my daughter she asked if we could plant another one in the same spot that is exactly the same size. That would cost a fortune to plant a fully grown tree. Fortunately, since I love this species dearly, I have bought many saplings through the years and have a younger smaller Katura that I can transplant to this spot once the big one comes down, although I'll have to wait until it goes dormant in the winter for a successful operation. I'm hoping there are additional pieces of my life that can also be transplanted to fill the voids. What shape they will take time will only know.

finished

I finished the cap for my sister this afternoon under an outburst of sunshine. Perhaps prophetic. The dreary weather has dragged on for so very long here and just as I finished knitting the long awaited sun finally appeared.

The garden, other than the tomatoes and cukes, has not minded the cool temps. It has prolonged bloom times for the briefly blooming ones like Siberian iris and peonies.
Here is a sampling of bloomers today:

holes

i've never knit with such urgency before.
each stitch is a tiny prayer.
this will soon be a chemo cap for my sister.
hope the holes won't make it too chilly.
rowan calmer yarn.
i like the name of this yarn!

Vastlands

Ahh, the feel of some heat last weekend while in Pasco was a pleasant alternative to the recently dank Puget Sound. Driving solo for four hours, listening to great music, and traveling through the gorgeous wide expanse of Eastern Washington was so meditative. I love the open treeless landscape, the rolling grasslands, and the regular patterns of sagebrush dotting terrain punctuated by deep gorges. I feel so at ease in that vast landscape where the sky is uninterrupted and clouds, in all their variety, are more dramatic. I've never been to Montana but I appreciate Big Sky Country. That transition from sageland to Ponderosa Pine forests, more noticeable on the way back, is so dramatic and compressed while climbing up to the Cascade range. The photo above was taken out the car window while driving upwards of the speed limit just outside of Pasco. I stopped in Prosser to visit The Sewing Basket, a tiny very old house that is packed from floor to ceiling, in room after room, with the greatest collection of quilting fabrics anywhere that I have seen in Washington. I wish I could stop in there all the time for my projects. Here's what I picked while in this sweet shop.

My Lovelies, Well Just a Couple

Tulip 'Marietta'

Syringa 'Maiden's Blush'

This baby opossum has been hanging out in our garden
for the past couple of days.
He's quite tiny.
No sign of his mother around anywhere.
I'm not happy about him taking up residence
since 'possums are not known to be friendly to bunnies.

New Dress

One meter of four different fabrics were brought back from Shanghai from the famed fabric market for me to do with what I wished. I would have loved to have seen the floor after floor of fabrics! The market is famous for silks, cashmeres and wools. This filmy embroidered cotton fabric was a lovely choice. Thank you dear! I squeezed a dress out of the meter and lined it with a plaid cotton to give it some body. I used an invisible zipper, which I didn't realize I was buying at the time, and don't think I will ever buy one again. It was much harder to install than a regular zipper. I haven't hemmed the dress yet, but I'm thinking I will have a two tiered hem, with the plaid lining showing a little bit below the embroidered fabric.

New

I'm feeling a kinship to this Polystichum munitum as it reveals new growth a little bit at a time. I too am feeling renewed with a rigorous exercise routine that seems to be chipping away little by little at my maladies. Yeay. I am seeing light at the end of the tunnel at last!
Such sweet goodness in my woodland border!

bracelet

I finished this linen embroidered bracelet for my sister, who is quite ill, and hope that she likes it.

Yesterday while on my routine walk a bald eagle flew about 30 feet above me and while he glided by i watched as he turned his head back to look at me. It was a magical moment to have a connection with such a gorgeous and powerful bird. I love how eagles are so common here. Last week three of them were circling high above while my cat walked among the thickets in our garden. I feared that they would swoop down and snatch her. Eagles, peregrines (probably too small to take out a cat), red-tail hawks, coopers hawks, coyotes, dogs, raccoons, you've got to be a pretty smart or lucky cat to survive around here.

Flowers

Oh the joy of spring flowers, but to add fragrance on top of that (v. carlesii!) is divine.
bergenia

viburnum carlesii

scilla
Some day I will make a scilla meadow like at Kew.
Vast blueness.
That dreamy image is a source of meditative contentment when needed from time to time.

Happy Earth Day!

I've been green even before there ever was an Earth Day. In a drought ridden childhood natural resource conservation was de rigueur. If you were a water waster you were worse than the devil. My favorite and most rewarding work as a landscape architect has been land restoration (reintroducing native plants into disturbed sites), and effectively planting thousands of trees, through my plans, throughout the world. Those trees will far outlive me, hopefully, and keep pumping out oxygen that someday my grandchildren will inhale. Creating habitat for wildlife has been a priority of mine since making warrens for jackrabbits to hide in from the red-tailed hawks long long ago. Now the vast array of song birds, pheasants, insects, snakes, deer (not always welcome!), raccoons (get out of here you tree branch smashing nasty critters!), and mice (I'd rather not invite them!) enjoy our planted thickets, abundant nectar, pollen, fruit and seed sources. I became a non-red-meat eater in college after reading Diet for a Small Planet, and have never ever wanted red meat ever since. It's funny how the reason for this decision was discussed on NPR today as something new, as a way to help the global warming problem, but global warming/pollution/resource depletion are not new concepts. Eating home grown food has been something I've done since childhood too, but now the eat local movement is taking off. I'm pleased that these sort of notions are getting more attention, but gosh it has taken way too much time to reach this moment of widespread consideration.
Here atop our porch column's capital is a Stellar's Jay nest. Mama sits there all day long, usually only her tail visible. She has built quite a fortress for her babies. She resided here last year, yet atop another capital. Maybe this year's site has a better view. Change can be good, as long as it is headed in the right direction.

Coyote

Dashing across the lawn and through the shrubs at a full clip was a fluffy tailed coyote this morning. I bounded off to the north window to take another look and sure enough there he was standing around looking for his next victim (usually a neighborhood cat). He was big and lithe with a tail that looked like attire that my grandmother wore around here neck.

What date is it?

I know it's April 18th, but looking out the window is a vision of December! It's snowing very heavily. The latest recorded snowfall for this region is happening right now! My serviceberry tree, magnolias, rhodies, columbine are all bursting with bloom and probably yelling out, "what the heck is going on here?!" It's amazing.
Here's a little felt project that I worked on recently.

Revealed

While trying to de-stash I come across lots of little reminders of sparks of inspiration. Here's a doodle of whaling ship flags that I sketched while in a museum on Nantucket. I love flags/burgees and have always wanted to make lots of flags. We fly the Maryland flag in the backyard not because we love Maryland, although a fine state, but the graphic is so splendid.

hope

I don't want to be a whiner so I won't describe why my posts are less frequent other than using a word that haunts me from dawn until dusk and from dusk until dawn: pain. But there is hope. Daisy chain making, a meditation so idyllic, offers a dive into the pool of momentary pleasure that far surpasses any manufactured drug. Perspective is relative to a sibling of far more dire consequences. So fret not and see the hope. Enjoy the little daisies in life.

happy birthday my sweetie pie!

the cookies are from our local bakery that is always an inspiration for cookie decorating. they are the masters of cookies!

Grafting

4-H is cool not only for kids but for adults too. Last night at our monthly club meeting the Peninsula Fruit Growers Association came by with root stock and scion wood to demonstrate how to graft fruit trees. I think it was pretty boring for most of the kids but the adults were enraptured.
We have a monster pear tree in our back yard that is a remnant of the old strawberry farm days. It seeded a baby pear nearby and that was the tree of choice to sandwich my four pieces of scion wood. Apparently there is one type of apple, Winter Banana, that can be grafted onto pear trees, so I grabbed one of those branches from the pile that the fruit guys/gals brought. The others were pears: Orcas, Concord, and something Angeline (I'll have to go check the name again). This morning off I went with my fishing knife, some electrical tape, a knife guard I made out of cardboard (so I wouldn't slice up my hand during the whittling process) to the little pear seedling by the fence.
In the past half dozen years I have been using that little tree as a source for chew branches for the bunnies. I was never intending for the tree to be anything more ornamental or structured. So today I had to look at the tree anew and prune it to a somewhat fruit tree shape before I started the grafting process.
Taking the scion wood out of my hunting jacket pocket I scanned the tree branches for the right diameter that would match that of the scion pieces. Finding pretty good matches I started the whittling on the scion and the tree branches (after trimming the tree branches back quite a ways). The cardboard guard was utilized once I needed to make that crucial slice partway through each branch and scion piece. Then these pieces slide together like a dovetail joint (not exactly, but more like puzzle pieces) so the layers of exposed biological matter lined up and became a new branch.
To seal the wound electrical tape was wrapped tight around the joint. Apparently in July I am supposed to slice through the tape and let it fall off on its own, assuming that the graft takes and the branch starts to grow. We'll see.
It should be fun to see if any of the grafts succeed. Then I will have lots of new varieties of fruit in a few years. That's nice, especially since I chopped down my huge Gravenstein apple tree last week. So sorry tree, but it was getting so huge, and I planted it in the wrong spot, where I needed easier access to the gate in the fence. The wood from that lovely tree is so buttery beautiful. It will be used to flavor barbecues this summer.

Acupuncture

Thank goodness for acupuncture!!!
Pain that can't be reeled in by conventional medication is tamed with slender needles placed in the most unusual multiple locations. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes I can't feel a thing as the needles slip into contorted muscle structures. Today I was desperate for my appointment and it did not disappoint. It is a life altering hour from constant pain to a release from pain's grip. Medication is useless, ineffectual, causes horrid side effects for this patient and yet prescribed with abandon by doctors. No MD prescribed acupuncture to me. My physical therapist convinced me to give it a try, and thank you to her!

Doodling with Petals

These are fallen petals of Viburnum bodnantense 'Dawn' from a recent bouquet on the kitchen table.
On a visit to one of my favorite nurseries today I ran across a plant that seemed too good to be true. It is a climbing butter yellow bleeding heart called Dicentra scandens. It grows up to seven feet tall and blooms during the summer. I love bleeding hearts. I have a white one and used to have a pink one. Their delicate blooms are so charming in early spring but to find one that blooms in the summer on a climber, wow! This will be fun to try out, maybe climbing up my snowbell tree. Oh, the image conjured up is dreamy!

bloomerific

a couple of my lovelies
that bring such happiness
corelopsis pauciflora

ribes sanguineum

New Toys

Flower Paper Punches!
Fun!
What will come of these new toys?

The song Anyone Else But You from Juno makes me long for my old guitar (that I gave away years ago...what an idiot!). I'll have to restring my son's guitar and give it a try. Only two chords, C + G, for the whole song so I think I can handle that.
I was so excited when Diablo Cody won for best screenplay for Juno. I loved the wildly original dialog.
Here's the song:


later...
left hand nails clipped. right hand nails long. guitar restrung and tuned. wrote down the lyrics. now i'm strumming away. it's the antidote to news of death threats to Wangari Maathai, Bush's threat of vetoing a water-boarding torture bill passed by the Senate, news of high concentrations of mercury and flame retardant chemicals in fish in the most isolated reaches of National Parks, record profits for Exxon as they whine about a settlement for Prince William Sound at the Supreme Court, and much much more. a sweet song goes a long way to soothe an otherwise crazy world.

A New Apron for Spring

My old apron was getting pretty tired looking so it was time

to infuse the kitchen with some new vitality.
The old one made for a good pattern to cut out the new one.
I just looooovvvvve crocus,
and this one has to be one of my favorites.

New Sheets

I love new sheets!
Here are the latest,
after their first bath,
in front of one of my oil paintings
in the fading afternoon light.

bursting

My sweet plants are emerging from their winter rest with color, texture and fragrance. I love the just emerging buds of the Cornus mas. Such delicate bloom has to be appreciated up close with the blue sky of a crisp cool day as the backdrop. These beauties (Viburnum bodnantense Dawn, Crocus, Cornus mas, Hamamelis Arnold's Promise) exhilarate me to no end.
Thank you lovely beauties for the happiness you exude.

xo

Bias Tape

With ready made bias tape in short supply this handy tool makes bias tape construction a breeze. Yards and yards of tape used up a bit of that fabric stash that i am trying to whittle away. I'll show you what i used it for later.

pam

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