July 6, 2007

MAY DREAMS GARDEN QUESTIONS


Carol at May Dreams Garden , upon reaching the milestone of her 500th post posed the following questions for us to reflect on :

What are you most proud of about your garden ? My attempt to get my garden to look good even when it's not in bloom, by mixing different textures, bold as well as colorful foliage, and various shapes, both evergreen and deciduous in a small urban space .

When you go to sleep at night, what are you worried about in your garden ? If it's a hot, dry summer like this June I worry that the garden is watered enough.

When others come and see your garden, what do you think they remember most about it ? It's lushness is how many visitors have described it. That's because I try not to leave any bare spaces between plants. Many also say they like my mixture of perennials and annuals which bloom continuously throughout the long summer months.

What is your favorite gardening tool, the one you would recommend every Gardener get ? A very good shovel., one that will not crack under pressure. I do a lot of digging and couldn't work without one.

If you woke up this morning with all the time and money in the world to spend in your garden what would you do first ?

Carol, how could you do this to us , knowing full well what vivid imaginations gardeners have.

I've spent a few restless nights thinking about this. Here goes : First thing , I'd call Matthew McConnaughey( spelling ? ) and invite him over for mint juleps. I just want to see the Lord's living masterpiece. I've seen the statue of David and I know it's considered man's best example, but I'm going with a higher authority. Plus, I don't think Matthew would be beyond doing a little garden work.

Have you ever heard any sweeter music than that which comes from Matthew's lips ? I swear his soft Texas drawl just gives me goosebumps. Not only is he gorgeous, but very intelligent as well. A rare combination. This dream is for my artistic sensibilities
. I'd love to capture that beauty on canvas.

Carol, I must clarify what you meant by " in your garden ?" Does that mean we have to be in the garden to spend the time and money or spend it only on our garden ? I'm confused.

However, if you mean the former : I'd have to buy all the land surrounding me as I have a very small urban garden. I'd set those neighbors up in grand places of their choosing while I turn my new land into an organic vegetable farm tended by the unemployed whom I've trained and will pay a living wage.

Then I'd design and plant the most fantastic garden that would include areas that contained rare plants, native plant garden, hardy long-blooming flowers, etc. My garden would be the talk of the city and I'd give personal tours. There would , of course, be a permanent stage for singers of my choosing - the band Alabama, Kenny Rogers, Dolly Parton, Neal McCoy, Willie Nelson ....etc., etc., etc. And an area where visitors could sit and enjoy a picnic lunch .

Or did you mean what would I do in my own garden ? Well, I've got it , after many years of trial and error, pretty much like I want it, except I would want every plant to bloom at the same time and for the whole season. Do you think that's possible, Carol ? I'm dreaming the impossible aren't I ? Then I'd probably want to have some kind of space age bubble over the entire garden in the awful Chicago winters so that everything would stay as it is all year
round . Is that asking too much ? And last but not least, I'd invite the most famous landscape designer in America to come critique my garden and tell me how he or she would do it.

July 3, 2007

A NATIONAL ANTHEM WITH A FLORAL TRIBUTE

" Rose of Sharon filled three thousand Li of splendid rivers and mountains "
( From the Korean National Anthem )

This past winter was brutal to Hibiscus Syriacus (Rose of Sharon ) and many were lost in Chicagoland gardens. Just walking up and down my neighborhood streets I've spied countless dead Roses of Sharon. Everyone is amazed that this normally hardy, carefree shrub died. I dare say it was the very dry winter, coupled with a late April freeze that did it in, especially on immature ones.

Nevertheless, I'm happy to report that not only did my Rose of Sharon survive, it greeted me with the earliest blooms ever today ! It normally blooms late July or early August. I attribute this to the unusually hot weather, which it loves, in June.

Korea chose the Rose of Sharon as its national flower, in part, because it was in bloom three years after they were liberated from the Japanese on August 15 , 1948. One of the verses of its national anthem is about this beloved flower which has thrived thousands of years since the Silla Dynasty. Like the Korean people, it is very tenacious and will endure despite many hardships.

At the garden center where I work a few days a week I frequently assist Korean customers looking for Rose of Sharon. They are always amazed when I call it by its Korean name " Mugung " , " which means " endless, or immortality. " They really crack up when I sing " Mugung wha, Mugung wha, woo dee nara goat " which translates as " Rose of Sharon , our national flower .. ." What can I say ? Koreans love to sing and so do us Rednecks.

I love Rose of Sharon for it's beautiful flowers and it's very long bloom time from late July to September . When I first moved into my home some four decades ago a very ancient Rose of Sharon graced the garden. It lived for a few more years but it left a lot of children behind. I gave seedlings to all my neighbors and when I look Southward I see all the off- shoots of my old tree . These days there is a "seedless " variety for those who don't wish to pick up its off-spring.


July 2, 2007

MY DAY IN THE COUNTRY


A flower bed under renovation


Jane Magnolia sneaking in a June Bloom !


A cozy seating area

A pond to die for


View of the entrance garden

Last week I escaped the city for the countryside . Above are shots I took of my friend Mia's beautiful garden set on several acres.

Mia is a gardening fool like me but the thing I admire about her most is her determination. She has fought heavy clay from day 1. Little by little she is conquering it by adding soil amendments each time she plants.

Yes, she knows this is the hard way to do a garden but she didn't have a choice, having inherited the clay. This petite little gal is taking on a monster and my bets are on her to win !

July 1, 2007

GARDEN BLOGGERS' MUSE DAY




It's a small group, just 10 of us now, but I hope that more of you will join in the future. Please visit the following Garden Bloggers' Muse Day participants and read their wonderful poetry and prose :

Colleen at Gardeningonline.blogspot.com

Carol at http://maydreamsgardens.blogspot.com/2007/06/gardeners-muse-on-hoeing.html

Beverly at Inmybackyard.blogspot.com

Annie at http://annieinaustin.blogspot.com/2007/06/ponds-and-poetry.html

Rosemarie at : http://rosemariegarden.blogspot.com/2007/07/garden-bloggers-muse-day-birdbath.html

Gina at Myskinnygarden.blogspot.com

Alyssa at Myexaminedlife.blogspot.com

Gloria at Pollinators-welcome.blogspot.com

Lady Luz at :
http://salamanderverde.blogspot.com/2007/06/garden-bloggers-muse-day-there-is-peace.html

Thank you all for your contributions. I enjoyed reading the many different musings of everyone of you.

GARDEN BLOGGERS' MUSE DAY


" A land without ruin is a land without memories. A land without memories is a land without history. Crowns of roses fade . Crowns of thorns endure. -Anon.


My mother died when she was 40 and I was four years old. My father , a farmer, had to place us in a nearby home for orphans until we three sisters were old enough to do farm work.

I was ten when I left the orphanage. I'll never forget the day Daddy took me to an old abandoned run-down farmhouse to show me the only place he and my Mom ever owned , but lost in a foreclosure.

Despite the neglect, I could still see the remnants of my Mother's garden - roses still struggling to bloom, apple trees with small fruit hanging from their gnarled limbs, and mildewed Lilacs.

In honor of my Mother's 99th birthday on July 2 I have written of that long ago garden :


FORECLOSURE


A faded gray monument
to a long ago life
windows
black gaping holes
remember summers
of laughter and song
winters of noses pressed against them
prayers for snow

Evil weeds
took notice
of the gardener's departure
choking, strangling
the hot Alabama sun
a witness to the garden 's death.

These were the people of the house:

Ruby
tall , brown and strong
worked the land
cabbages, onions, tomatoes,
green beans, black-eyed peas
okra , melons, beets
bounty of her table
sweat of her brow

Glen farmed the land
cursing the red clay earth
turning it about
until it was black
cotton, corn, peanuts
Irish and Sweet potatoes
tended from dawn to dusk

Early Spring
Came first born son Cecil
followed by three bonneted girls
Wilma, Carolyn and Linda
seeds they planted
sunflowers , four o'clocks
and daisies of course.

roses and lilacs perfumed the summer air
crepe myrtle, sweet shrub and lavender
also grew there.

Evenings on the front porch
in rocking chairs
Hank Williams sang of whipporwills
three sisters
kicked the can
Hot July nights
watermelon all around.

October came
and the last crop harvested.
The land lay barren and brown.

The music died
one cold Autumn night
and with it laughter
a freezing rain
beat down on sad faces

A wagon piled high
with a life :
Glen's rocking chair
he made of cedar
Ruby's roses all packed in pots
Cecil's battered oak desk
Wilma's handmade dollhouse
Carolyn's wooden rocking horse
Linda's baby bed .

That cold October day
they went away.




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