After the longest winter I can remember there is life emerging in the garden.
We went on a flurry of bulb planting last fall and our efforts have been rewarded with these tiny jewels, galanthus.
I'm sure I looked like a mad woman on my stomach, in my slippers, wiggling through the wet mulch, but so worth getting close up to these beauties.
At least I didn't start singing Hallelujah...! :)
Gardening with Latitude
~ Reviving a Forgotten Garden at the 53rd Parallel ~
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Dream a Little Dream of Green...
Are all you GWN gardeners yearning for a little green? Is the only green on your thumbs from the ink of seed catalogs? I've been perusing garden photos from the last year and dreaming of the colour green. In doing so, I came across these greenest of photos, the Japanese Garden at the Butchart Gardens in Victoria, British Columbia. We were there at the end of March last year and spent a misty (sometimes rainy) day in the garden. The rain only served to intensify the colours and give the whole day a dreamy quality as we had the place mostly to ourselves. So, please join me and get lost in a little of the green...
I was profoundly taken with this garden. In fact, it has caused me to rethink the look I hope my garden to evolve to. While I need more colour than this, perhaps because my season is so fleeting, I really enjoy the prominence of form and texture in a limited palate. Maybe also, because for many months of the year my garden is mostly white.
I've always been a big fan of moss and it was used to great effect in this garden. The moss on the branches highlighted their form and echoed the garden floor. With the green on the evergreens and the moss on the branches the vertical element lent a sense of enclosure. Although it was raining, we felt enveloped in a velvety green space.
The variations of green included spots that glowed. Even in the gloom of the rain the shaded garden made its own sunshine.
My favourite memory is of my little boy, in green, stepping in wonder back and forth across the "magic" stepping stones suspended in the water.
So, if you're getting weary of thumbing the seed catalogs and dreaming of your gardens as they will be, take a look back over your photos from the last year and remember how nice it is to dream a little "green" with me. :)
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca
I was profoundly taken with this garden. In fact, it has caused me to rethink the look I hope my garden to evolve to. While I need more colour than this, perhaps because my season is so fleeting, I really enjoy the prominence of form and texture in a limited palate. Maybe also, because for many months of the year my garden is mostly white.
I've always been a big fan of moss and it was used to great effect in this garden. The moss on the branches highlighted their form and echoed the garden floor. With the green on the evergreens and the moss on the branches the vertical element lent a sense of enclosure. Although it was raining, we felt enveloped in a velvety green space.
The variations of green included spots that glowed. Even in the gloom of the rain the shaded garden made its own sunshine.
My favourite memory is of my little boy, in green, stepping in wonder back and forth across the "magic" stepping stones suspended in the water.
So, if you're getting weary of thumbing the seed catalogs and dreaming of your gardens as they will be, take a look back over your photos from the last year and remember how nice it is to dream a little "green" with me. :)
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Bliss in the days of repose
We are loving these days after the grand excitement of Christmas. The secrets of new toys are being discovered, the piano is being played several times a day, cheeses and chutneys are making a regular appearance on the snack tray, and we are all falling a little more in love--with life and with each other.
I've always thought the week between Christmas and New Year's feels like suspended time --golden and shimmering. I hope you are all enjoying this special time in the ways that matter most to your heart.
I've always thought the week between Christmas and New Year's feels like suspended time --golden and shimmering. I hope you are all enjoying this special time in the ways that matter most to your heart.
"It feels like marshmallows out there, mommy." ~ my 5-year-old son
Monday, December 24, 2012
Love and Joy to You All
Wishing you all a wonderful holiday season and many blessings in the New Year!
Your knee-deep in snow gardener,
Sherry
Your knee-deep in snow gardener,
Sherry
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
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