In the Garden: April 2004 Archives

I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in
order.
- John Burroughs

I'd like to be out working in my gardens now, but it's a cool, gray day under threatening skies. And, too, there is still work to be done in the office.

There are times when I drag my feet about my gardening chores. Usually that tends to happen when we are in the high heat of summer and the mosquitoes are out in force. But usually, after a good session playing in the dirt, I'm revigorated. The pleasure of gardens that are once again neat, and of a job well done always soothes my soul, and it's worth the achy muscles.

My father visited his fruit trees and vegetable garden each evening during the growing season. I thought it odd that he wanted to see them each day, until I became a gardener, too. Now I understand that he was seeking to put away the difficulties of the day and bring peace to his mind. Most likely, he was also giving thanks for the joy of having a garden.

Some of you lead such fast paced lives that you don't have the time to garden. I've been there, done that. When you find that pace to difficult to maintain, or when it fails to keep your interest, think about gardening. There's everything to be gained: the delight of growing your own food, or the pleasure of creating a beautiful landscape that reflects your personality.

For me, summer is wasted unless I have the chance to eat a tomato warm off the vines in my own garden. Nothing tastes as good as homegrown tomatoes!
And color has a huge influence on my life. This year I plan to plant verbena along the walks and paint the landscape with a beautiful hue of purple. If scent is important to you, walk through my herb garden, brushing the plants with your finger tips. Inhale. I not only get to perfume the outdoors, I can bring the scent into my home.

Gardens soothe the soul, delight the eye, and bring order to our lives. Go plant some seeds, and if you have children, teach them how to plant seeds. You'll both be better for it.

The heat has killed off the Ice Follies Daffodils today. And the Darwin tulips are just about shot, too. It seems that each year we get a taste of summer just in time to kill off some of the spring plants.

The violets have started to bloom!

Part of our lot was once a horse pasture. There are trees that divide it into sections, making it almost look like it has rooms. The part that is south of the house has areas that are totally covered in violets. There's a patch of trillium that Dear Husband has been told not to mow down, a section of trout lilies that he insists on mowing, and a stretch of May apples growing among the trees on the east edge of the property. Soon we'll see naturalized phlox blooming there, too.

When I first started my gardens I left the violets because I didn't have enough plants to fill the space. Then it became a contest to fill in around them. Now, I rip them out of the gardens with abandon, because I know that we have violets all over the place! Still.....it's a special time when their deep purple, or blue or white flowers open up and cover the ground.

I guessed right. The patch of lovely blue bell-shaped flowers on short plants that have expanded in my grove are Siberian Squill (Scilla siberica ) . This website has pictures of squill: http://plantsdatabase.com/showpicture/16390/

Hopefully, I'll have pictures of my squill for you soon, so you can see it in it's natural habitat.

My office window looks south over the lawn toward the road. The house sits higher than the road, and there's a raised area and then a gentle slope down the lawn. In that raised area we've planted a forsythia bush and a star magnolia.

For some reason, they have been slow to bloom this spring, despite the fact that we had a reasonably gentle winter. But today.....they are both starting to show their glory! I plan to take my trusty disposable camera out to record some of that beauty, so perhaps I'll be able to share it with you before Spring is over.

About ten years ago, Dear Husband turned to me one day and said "I like what you are doing with the gardens, but I'm not going to garden any more." I was dumbfounded! I didn't have a response. I couldn't think of anything to say. (No snide comments from the peanut gallery!)

There wasn't any question of simply shutting down the gardens, so I kept on by myself with an occasional hand from DH moving a full wheelbarrow. Gradually things began to run down. There are too many gardens here for one person to care for, unless that is the only thing she does. To make matters worse, my mother would buy plants and hand them to me and ask me to make room for them in the gardens.