Second Generation Violas and Such
For starters, I’m afraid that I’m going to botch some names here. Gardening OCD-namers, get out your reading glasses and notebooks. I almost wish that we allowed comments because I would love to be set straight on this matter…but, as it is, we amateurs will have to consult a book to be set right. So,…
Another Bug 2
Garden pests aren’t always easy to identify in the field, so it helps to focus on one or two species per season. So, also, in the spiritual life, it’s a helpful practice to focus on one fault or sin per season.
My Drought Flowers
For starters, I have to admit that we Georgians don’t really get the meaning of drought. It’s hot here, and the rain can be scarce at times. But, not like some places out West. So, please take my advice in stride. It gets into the 100s here, and we experience periods with no rain, but…
Another Bug
A walk through the garden gives me a chance not only to enjoy the beauty but also to protect it from garden pests. I can’t but help think how this parallels the spiritual practice of an Examen.
A Rose without a Name
A rose without a name is still a rose, to paraphrase the poet. Still, I wish I knew my red rose’s name. Every year it puts forth plentiful, large red blooms. This post showcases some favorite pictures of this unknown rose.
Garden Newbies
Every year I try add a few–or ten–new flowers to my garden. In this post, I tell the stories and share pictures of three new favorites: anenomes, false Snapdragon and larkspur.
Last Year’s Not-Quite Now Right
Some flowers–and gardeners–need more than one season to get their act together.
Hearts of Clay
My vegetables just weren’t thriving even though the soil looked so dark and soft. A few turns of the shovel and I could see the cause of difficulty: a thick layer of hard red Georgia clay. My plants could hardly grow in that compact soil. How is my heart like clay?
My Georgia Garden Unfolding in May
My garden flowers are beginning to fill out and shine their brightest in early May. Larkspur, violas, salvia, roses, verbena, snapdragons, phlox, and the last irises.
An Early Spring Walk in the Woods
I found myself acting like my four year old daughter on a walk. I love that she loves flowers but I hate having to stop every few steps so she can gather a few more blooms. Sometimes I keep walking, encouraging her to catch up once she’s done, but I’ve learned that her little feet and attention won’t pursue the path quickly enough for me. And, here I was doing the same thing. Every little flower caught my attention and had me kneeling to capture it’s beauty.
