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Let the Water Flow Down
This is the mental health plot in the community garden this week. I had a realization when I was listening to Thursday’s January 6 hearing. It is something I have known on some level hovering un...
The Seeds of Things
Yay, it is starting to be dahlia on the flower clock, however one pronounces it. We’ll have at least a month of gorgeous flowers. Speaking of flowers, because now I am totally hooked on starting...
Close In
Foraging. The blueberries are from the bush in my plot. The raspberries are poached. Yesterday there weren’t as many and I pulled only one of the golden raspberries off the bush in the sister co...
Summer Doldrums
A flowering weed coming up through the renegade strawberries in the plot next to mine. I have never used a home Covid test before, but I had these bumps on my arm that were either the results o...
More Than Ever
A clematis cascade. I have been learning about them. The three groups. Such a wonderful pop of color here as we move into late roses and hydrangeas on the flower clock. I continue to poach a few...
Not Gone for the Holiday
In case there was any doubt what season it is here… The big waterfront Blues Festival is back. I can hear it from where I live, the major 4th of July tradition in Portland. So even though we are...
In Defiance...Hope
Here is my work in progress. Last year I had leaf miners in the chard and beets and the amazing people at the Oregon State University extension gave me some tips on how to manage them organicall...
Night Shade and Morning Glory
From the garden yesterday. This is not my plot. Eggplant going to flower. Is this nightshade flower not extraordinary? The color, the detail. The stitches are out! He was going to leave one in ...
I Stand Accused
Now that the weather has turned, I need to get out more and take some photos. The marigold starts I planted last week are not doing too well. I am flummoxed. This morning I took the last of th...
Other People's Gardens
I am fascinated by other people’s gardens. You may have noticed. It is so much fun. The colors and textures, the spacing and the overall aesthetic based in the unpredictable nature of the whole ...
Rain, a Break, and Oh, More Rain
We had a couple of dry days, and I am beginning to fill out the garden plot with starts, yesterday, a tomato, the day before a bunch of marigolds. The strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and...
Flower Dreams
Foxglove on the flower clock. Lupines and Queen Anne’s Lace and the first wild sweet peas in the disturbed areas. A sure sign of summer. Did I mention that last week I watched all 13 episodes o...
A Life of Its Own
Love the buttery light from Tuesday here on the rose on this gloomy morning. Thanks for all your support. The facilitator of the book group thought my essay had enough interest to send out to th...
Initiation?
As I have gotten older my brain doesn’t process words on the page the way it used to. I don’t see some words, I repeat some from two sentences above, many names of things I can’t remember and ne...
Assignment
Half the lopsided community garden plot this morning. I am growing seedlings to fill in the holes. I received an assignment to write an essay about reading Walt Whitman when I was a teenager fr...
L6
I have this rich internal life and think deeply about various things throughout the day on a wide range of topics. I have been thinking for a couple of years about writing and posting somewhere ...
Chickens - Home - Roost
Finally, a decent iris picture. I took this Monday morning. It is getting crowded on the flower clock with, early lilies, columbine, fox gloves and roses coming on. Diego is doing well, and he ...
Or Maybe Not
Camas. In the water gardens down in the South Waterfront area. What surprised me as I walked by was that I knew what they were. They are native here, but I don’t see them that often. I was going...
Why Are We All So Angry?
I ordered this mesh cold frame or what they call a mini greenhouse for my seedlings that came last week. It arrived in a box with bags of pieces that are numbered but there are no instructions. ...
The Living Poem
There is only one large mature wisteria in the neighborhood that I know of. It is for sure wisteria on the flower clock. A couple of days back I braved a sunbreak and went down to take pictures....
My One Wild Life With Tomatoes
It is first tranche clematis on the Flower Clock. And cornflowers and the early Japanese Hydrangeas. The iris that survived the late snow, (the colorful bearded iris were hit the hardest) are co...
Wet, Sad, and Hopeful
This is where I catch the bus most often. It is across the street at the place that used to be my gym and is now the Portland headquarters of Under Armor. When they moved in, they planted the yo...
Body Maintenance
Petty picture of a newly leafed tree and a partial blue sky but what is unusual about this street tree is that it is a magnolia with soft lemony colored flowers. I couldn’t quite get a good shot...
So It Goes
Oh, the green! It does a soul good. I took this yesterday wandering around on my own. Mrs. Sherlock is off on a scouting trip in Eastern Oregon with her hiking/snowshoeing group. Everyone else i...
In Person
A pink Dogwood on the way to the garden. Kes came up today to visit, drop off recyclables for my Ridwell box, pickup recyclable bottles for her bottle return, drop off cat litter and dry goods ...
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What flits through at a particular time.
