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March 2006  3/20/06 Lovely combinations can be made with these tulips and Muscari, Iberis sempervirens, Primula polyanthus 'Pacific Giants' and Narcissus 'Ice Follies' which bloom at the same time.
2005  Beneath The
Surface 3/6/05 I was so happy with my few little clumps of
Narcissus. However, yesterday, alongside the highway, I noticed what I had
envisioned, a streambed naturalized with thousands of daffodils. It was
alongside a business. Not only that but, behind and on the other side somewhat
concealed from view, was about an acre of woods just full of daffodils.
There had to be millions in there. It surely was a sight to behold. We were on
our way to the Nashville Lawn and Garden Show. It's a good one with many large
garden displays of forced materials, floral arrangements, vendors selling
plants, and lectures by famous authors, landscapers, etc. I met Andy Sudbrook of
Nashville Natives whose nursery is not too far from my house. He's quite
knowledgeable about wildflowers. I bought Iris cristata which I
first saw on the Gatlinburg Wildflower Pilgrimage last year. We want to
put in some native Rhododendrons too.
2004
3/27/2004 I'm taking down the greenhouse today. I can't wait to reclaim the space in the back garden.
3/23/2004 While out to buy groceries, I noticed all the redbud trees are blooming. If we look for it, there is beauty all around. 3/18/2004 Oh, joy! The new growing season is here. The grass is green and already required mowing. Plant swapping with my garden buddies has commenced. Scurrying about to get newly acquired plants in the ground before rain is paramount. Regular trips to the nursery to pick up something new is my favorite pastime. And, basking in the sun for a moment to admire a newly opened blossom warms my heart. 3/16/2004 In the Franklin Park Conservatory, a Victorian wrought iron and glass structure, located in Cleveland, Ohio is the fantastic Chihuly At The Conservatory, art glass on a magnificent scale, running through July 4, 2004. Check the schedule for an exhibit near you. 3/15/2004 I planted Ranunculus for the first time this year. I imagine more would be planted if one first made a visit to The Flower Fields in southern California.
3/14/2004 What a lovely day! We drove to Jackson MS, had brunch at Copelands, and attended the Garden Patio Show. I couldn't resist bringing home this white African Daisy, Osteospermum, with blue eyes. It compliments the already acquired Blue Primrose and Cuban Lily. Just able to fit in the car was a trellised, budded, and blooming Red Passion Vine. 3/13/2004 My mail order, Hydrangea quercifolia 'Snowflake', arrived and now I must find a special place for them in the garden. Since the Calla Lily, Zantedeschia, rhizomes in the garden have not been blooming and this one that I purchased last fall was no problem getting it to flower, I'm putting the ones from the garden in a container, fertilizing monthly, giving a short dormant period, and see if I get better results. 3/9/2004 Star Magnolias and Saucer Magnolias are blooming. 3/7/2004 Should you be in the Los Angeles area, Huntington Botanical Garden not only has a wonderful succulent garden but also a Camellia garden.
1. Mountains holy as Sinai. No mountains I know of are so alluring. None so hospitable, kindly, tenderly inspiring. It seems strange that everybody does not come at their call. They are given, like the Gospel, without money and without price. 'Tis heaven alone that is given away'. 2. Here is calm so deep, grasses cease waving. . . . Wonderful how completely everything in wild nature fits into us, as if truly part and parent of us. The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and; tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love. 3. The Song of God, sounding on forever. So pure and sure and universal is the harmony, it matters not where we are, where we strike in on the wild lowland plains. We care not to go to the mountains, and on the mountains we care not to go to the plains. But as soon as we are absorbed in the harmony, plain, mountain, calm, storm, lilies and sequoias, forests and meads are only different strands of many-colored Light-are one in the sunbeam! 4. What wonders lie in every mountain day! . . . Crystals of snow, plash of small raindrops, hum of small insects, booming beetles, the jolly rattle of grasshoppers, chirping crickets, the screaming of hawks, jays, and Clark crows, the 'coo-r-r-r' of cranes, the honking of geese, partridges drumming, trumpeting swans, frogs croaking, the whirring rattle of snakes, the awful enthusiasm of booming falls, the roar of cataracts, the crash and roll of thunder, earthquake shocks, the whisper of rills soothing to slumber, the piping of marmots, the bark of squirrels, the laugh of a wolf, the snorting of deer, the explosive roaring of bears, the squeak of mice, the cry of the loon-loneliest, wildest of sounds. . . . 5. A fine place for feasting if only one be poor enough. One is speedily absorbed into the spiritual values of things. The body vanishes and the freed soul goes abroad. . . . 6. Only in the roar of storms do these mighty solitudes find voice at all commensurate with their grandeur. . . . The pines at the approach of storms show eager expectancy, bowing, swishing, tossing their branches with eager gestures, roaring like lions about to be fed, standing bent and round-shouldered like sentinels exposed. . . . 7. Sickness, pain, death - yet who could guess their existence in this fresh, abounding, overflowing life, this universal beauty? 8. Race living on race, killers killed, yet how little we see of this slaughter! How neatly, secretly, decently is this killing done! I never saw one drop of blood, one red stain on all this wilderness. Even death is in harmony here. Only in shambles and the downy beds of homes is death terrible. Perhaps there is more pleasure than pain in natural death, or even violent death. Livingstone declared that the crushing of his arm by a lion was rather pleasurable than otherwise. . . . Violets in America/Botanical Names 3/3/2004 Today I received and planted mail-order Zephyranthes rosea (Pink Rain Lilies) to replace the ones I accidentally tossed out in one of my garden clean-up frenzies. I love to see them pop out after summer rains. 2003 For lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth.The time of singing has come. And, the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. As they flame across the south, enormous mounds of Azaleas in the dappled shade of the pine and oak trees, dwarf individuals touring places like Callaway or Bellingrath Gardens. Underneath the deciduous forest the wildflowers spring forth. Violets of purple, white, blue, and yellow carpet the forest floor. Hellebores close-up beautify a hillside in the Birmingham Botanical Garden with their downward facing blossoms. H. bocconei from southern Italy and Sicily blooms November and December. The Violet Society Journal (Online)
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