Tuesday, April 27, 2010


Spring is to me, the rebirth of the earth.  In so many ways we see life spring forth, whether it is in plant or animal form.  The birds are furiously working on their nests for the upcoming broods, and newborn animals stand on unsteady legs close to their mothers, ready to venture out into their new lives.

This beautiful filly was just moments old when I snapped this pic.  She is the foal of my horse trainers Thoroughbred mare.  I had the precious opportunity of being present when she entered this world looking around as if to say, "well, I'm here!"  Yes, you are here and how lucky we are to have you.

Saturday, April 24, 2010


A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.  - 
Doug Larson

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Thoughts on a tangled garden

I ran across this section this morning and found it to be very touching.  Coincidentally, not only is my blog entitled Tangled Gardens, but it is also the name of my fledgling flower and garden business.  This is the feeling I am trying to create in my flower beds.  Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did.

This section is from the book "The American Garden vol. Xl" by L.H. Bailey.

Tangled Gardens

IT IS a singular fact that the gardens which the poets oftenest praise are those in which no rule of landscape gardening and no method have been consciously employed.  A rhapsody of one of our great parks would be an anomaly in literature, but a lyric of an old and tangled garden is the most natural and common of emotions; nor does it matter if the garden is small and cramped and poor, if only "... here and there some sprigs of mournful mint, Of nightshade or valerian, grace the wall," so long as the plants grow carelessly and naturally, it possesses charm.  If this experience were analyzed we should find that the charm of these old gardens comes from the plants themselves rather than from mere arrangement, from the love of green things growing, so long as they grow as nature intended that they should.  The moment we begin to shear and trim and "design," we turn the attention from plants to artifice; the garden thence loses its charm as a bit of nature.  In the old gardens which we knew as children, there was a satisfying influence of which even the memory brings peace and contentment, but in the parks there is only the unsatisfied desire to see something more, the curiosity to seek for new wonders, and then the fatigue which comes from sight seeing.  We long to escape the park and boulevard for some old granny's garden, where hollyhocks and pinks and jasmine grow and tangle as they will.

Here it does not matter if the family cat sleeps under the honeysuckles or if the spiders build their webs in the corners.  The turf is free to walk upon and the flowers can be touched and picked.  Birds build their nests in the lilac bushes.  The dew waits long in the morning, a setting of pearls everywhere.  All this is peace and purity.  How the memory haunts us in these older days!  How we long for that old garden which was "a mere growth of the years!"

Sunday, April 18, 2010


With the majority of my flower beds being perennials and roses, things are growing but there isn't much to post about.  My thoughts, as I am sure many of yours, are turning to the vegetable garden; planning on what to plant and when.  This is a pic of my vegie garden from last summer, the lavender was removed last fall because it had gotten enormous and was taking up valuable space.  I have spent the last few weeks double digging my raised beds and am waiting for the soil temperature to rise so I can plant.  I had hoped to get the lettuce seeds in today, but spent far too much time pressure washing the deck.  My preferred vegie garden style is a potager. I have planted climbing roses on the arbors and hope they will thrive.  I find it easier to maintain the weeds and amend the soil with this garden style. The bird house and bird bath create a nice little habitat for the finches and chickadees.  Speaking of soil, yesterday as I was finishing double digging the last bed I wondered where all of the soil was going. Each year I add organic matter and composted horse manure and each year the soil level declines.  Any ideas?  Maybe it's the garden fairies taking the easy way out for their own gardens.  

Heres wishing all of you a successful planting season for a rich harvest in the fall.


There are no gardening mistakes, only experiments.  John Erskine

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Flowering Cherry Tree

  • I have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of the beautiful flowers on my Shirofugen Flowering Cherry Tree.  Today was the big day, and no rain!  The Shirofugen is the last of the flowering cherry trees to bloom and it is a spectacular beauty to behold with its white/pink petals.  A deciduous tree that grows to a height and spread of 15-20 feet.  The shape is spreading and flat topped. Over time the tree may grow branches that arch downward. When the bloom first appears it is a very pale pink but soon turns to white as the petals open, only to revert to a pink-mauve with dark centers as the bloom ages. Our Shirofugen is approximately  13 years old.  This is my personal favorite of the flowering cherries.  It has a very romantic and feminine appearance with it's nodding branches and drooping blossoms.  I chose this picture because it showcases the blooms themselves.  

Saturday, April 10, 2010


God made rainy days so gardeners could get the housework done. -  Author Unknown

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Bleeding Hearts

Bleeding Hearts (Dicentra - dy-SEN-tra).  A beautiful heirloom woodland perennial that has been popular in gardens for centuries.  The name of bleeding hearts typifies the unique flowers, which resemble pink hearts with drops of blood dangling from their tips.  They are yet another one of my many favorites. They are so beautiful, delicate and unusual. They are most content  in the light shade of a woodland garden. Paired with ferns, wild bleeding hearts and hostas they create a lovely contrast of size and shape. The beloved bleeding heart blooms with the tulips and daffodils much to the delight of all gardeners anxious for the gardening season to begin.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.  -  Claude Monet