“I go to nature to be soothed and healed and to have my senses put in tune once more.” ~ John Burroughs
It had been a day of constantly wiping a runny nose, rocking and comforting my 15 month grand daughter who was feeling miserable and irritable from her first cold. I bundled her up in a warm blanket and we stepped out the front door and onto the porch. “Let’s go see what’s happening outside.”
The rain from earlier in the day had let up, clouds were still heavy and low. A hint of woodsmoke filled the air and mixed with the fresh chill that November air brings. Quails were calling to each other in the brush beyond the creek bed. A squirrel scampered up an oak, chirping as he moved jerkily. Baby girl calmed and quieted, looked around. I wiped away her tears. Bright red Toyon berries hung low and glistened from the recent soaking. Autumn leaves that were still clinging on trees and shrubs danced in the gentle breeze, as a new brilliant layer of leaves carpeted the ground. Off the porch I stepped with this sweet one cradled in my arms. “Let’s go for a walk around the yard, love.”
We moved slowly just taking in all the sights, sounds and smells of the late afternoon. Listening, looking, soaking up all the gifts that this November day offered. Mother Nature enveloping us and working her peace and magic.
It was no more than ten minutes that we were outdoors but our spirits were lifted and our moods were refreshed, just as I knew they would be. Soothed and healed once again, all courtesy of nature.
November arrived a few days ago, just as we were finishing our autumn chores. We’ve harvested the vegetable garden, added new compost to beds, planted bulbs and seeds, harvested additional seeds to plant in the spring, and cleaned up each garden bed. Mr. Hollyhocks and I are a good team, working together on many projects side by side, but there are also certain chores I take care of while he prefers others. A perfect example is the irrigation in the garden beds. I honestly have no knowledge of re-routing irrigation lines — I just show him what is needed and he takes care of it.
Many of our weekends in September and October were spent removing plants from one garden bed or another and tucking them into areas where their needs will be better met. Never have we lived and gardened in one area as long as this particular spot has been home. And never have we had to remove all of the plantings from certain beds because their environment no longer is in full sun, as was the case so long ago when the beds were first planted. We’ll see how successful we were with that endeavor next spring. I’m hopeful though that everything will be able to put down roots and get comfy in their new surroundings. Hopeful. I think that word defines all gardeners, don’t you?
With autumn chores behind us, I now want to rest a bit more and take in every bit of this fleeting autumn beauty before the rain and winds blow these colorful jewels off the trees and shrubs. I don’t want to miss a thing. Happy November!
“Summer’s loss seems little, dear, on days like these.”
On Sunday my husband and I took a break from our outdoor autumn chores and drove the one hour up to the Tahoe area to view the fall foliage. Leaves on our trees at home in the foothills are just starting to put on a show but we had heard that if we wanted to catch the foliage performance in the high sierras we’d better go sooner rather than later. Hiking boots and layers of clothing, a cooler filled with snacks and drinks, our beloved furry companion, check, check, check, and off we went. We chose to hike the new-to-us Cathedral Meadow, near Taylor Creek and a favorite area of ours, Fallen Leaf Lake.
We encountered a perfect fall day with blue skies and warm temps and a whole lotta golden groves of aspens glistening in the sunlight. Beautiful scenery and fabulous views of Mount Tallac all along the trail were free for the taking! I honestly can’t imagine that we could have timed it any better! If you’re in the area, go now!
This week Kensington Palace announced that William and Kate are expecting their third baby; Prince George started school; and the twentieth anniversary of Diana’s death was just a little over a week ago. With all of this news regarding the Royal Family lately I thought I’d revisit my photos from our trip to London just this last spring and share.
The palace has been a Royal residence since the 17th century. Queen Victoria was born here and lived here until 1837. Princess Diana lived at the palace from 1981 – 1997. Currently it is home to Will and Kate, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, and their children, George and Charlotte, as well as to Prince Harry.
Parts of the palace were open for touring and we were able to get tickets and go right in to see the King’s State Apartments, the Queen’s State Apartment, and the exhibit of Diana’s dresses.
I considered it quite a treat to view the sunken garden that was designed this year to honor Princess Diana. Isn’t it magnificent?
Throughout Kensington Gardens there are ponds and lakes, walking trails, benches, stately trees, an Italian garden, the serpentine galleries, statues and memorials, and the Princess Diana Playground with a Peter Pan theme (I longed to go in but adults without children with them are not permitted in the gate). I peeked as much as I could though, and found it enchanting. This is the full scale pirate ship which serves as a climbing area for children. There are swings, slides, a sensory trail and more.This is the Albert Memorial. The Diana Memorial Fountain, built in 2004, is a lovely, restful spot where people can sit and put their feet in the water.We were at the park for a good portion of a day and still didn’t see everything there is to see in this magical place. There’s always next time!
As you can well see, the day we visited was cloudy and dark and my photos didn’t come out as well as I would have liked. The first photo, the seventh, and the eighth came right off the internet.
Why the rush? You’re moving way too quickly. I’m noticing the earlier sunsets each evening and realizing that children in my neighborhood will be heading back to school in a couple weeks. How can it be that in a few days we’ll be turning the calendar to August? Already!
Time is fleeting and I find myself taking morning and evening walks in the gardens to take in all that this glorious season gifts us with. On my visits with my plants (c’mon I know you do that too!) I notice which ones need a little more water, what needs deadheading, and what’s been munched on by deer or insects. It’s definitely a busy season of yard work, but I want to focus on all there is to celebrate as I watch blooms open and vegetables ripen.
Each day and week holds the anticipation and promise of new blooms, new miracles. One week the buds are tight.Don’t blink; things change quickly!I’m still waiting for the fragrant, white Moon Flower vine to bloom (must remember to add fertilizer in my watering can this week), and also am being patient for the blue smokey blooms of Caryopeteris. The rest of the summer bloomers has already opened.
Soon I’ll be harvesting seeds for next year, and digging and dividing perennials to give to friends or move to other areas on our property. With the healthy amount of rain we received last winter the perennials really spread out. It’ll be a busy September in the garden with all the autumn chores ahead, but for now, well, I’m gratefully admiring the garden show, filling up vases with abundant blooms, and going out to pick herbs and veggies for our summer meals. I don’t want to miss a thing!“In summer, the song sings itself.” ~William Carlos Williams
“It’s a weed”, I would have told you. The Albizia tree (also known as Silk Tree or Mimosa) that was here when we moved in 25 years ago is a messy weed tree. It looks beautiful all in bloom, but don’t let that fool you!
Pretty, pink puffs dry up, turn to fluff and drop. Once the fluff/seed heads drop, the wind carries them everywhere and then we get ferny baby silk trees coming up in every garden bed. Last night I pulled up this monster hiding within an azalea shrub. Who knows how long it had been there!Year after year, our Albizia tree persevered despite our best attempts to remove it from the landscape early on.
But then, some years ago, when my sister told me that Albizias were our mother’s favorite tree, I began to notice the especially heavenly fragrance of the blossoms perfuming the air during June and July. I started appreciating the shade that the tree in our yard provides, and I noticed something interesting in the bark of the tree that has happened naturally over the years. What do you see?Yep, definitely a heart!
My mother passed away many years ago when I was just twenty. Could that heart in the bark be a message from her? Maybe not, but I’m going with it! I’m also pulling out seedlings everywhere and cleaning up the messy blossoms starting to drop. I love that tree now, and I don’t mind the annual clean up that goes on for months. I do it for Mom. Some things are worth the trouble. Tell me, is there a ground cover or vine or tree that most people would consider a weed but that you’ve grown fond of? What are your reasons for keeping it around?