Category: Garden Diary

Inspiration

ann's garden
ann's garden
ann's garden
ann's garden

At the risk of posting too many “pretty flower pictures”, I wanted to share some inspiration I found in Ann’s garden this past weekend. First, I noticed the blast of green/yellow/blue by her front steps and couldn’t turn away from the riot of color and texture without getting a few snapshots. When Ann noticed me taking photos, she pointed out some stunning wild flowers with amazing textures and shapes. The next thing I knew, I had a reel of color and textural inspiration images I can’t wait to play with.

Yesterday, when I found a little time to load everything to flickr, I was happy to see the pictures carried enough of the inspiration I felt in person to really get my creative mind rolling. I’m thinking these textures and shapes will serve as a great starting point for a collaborative project I am working on with fellow SEED member Dave Urena. I’ll fill in more details later, but the wild, dreamlike colors and almost prehistoric shapes I found in Ann’s garden are going to be a great start to what I hope is a interesting collaborative effort.

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red buds on the maple tree
redbuds on the maple tree
bulbs
seeds starting
forsythia

The red buds on the maple tree have been slowly popping out this week. Their red cheer is one of my favorite parts of spring. I’ve been admiring them out of the second floor window all week, wishing I could capture their brilliance standing out against the purple gray of the winter sky somehow.

Today I took a break from design work to run out with the camera and try my best to get a good shot. Sadly, I couldn’t really reach high enough into the tree to pull down a branch for a close-up. I  really gave the landscapers across the fence in the neighbors yard something to grin at as I pogoed wildly, arms flailing, trying to get a branch down to my eye level. Finally, I grabbed a fallen branch and used it to pry a maple branch close enough to get a passable shot. I was shooting up into the shy, so it was pretty hard to get a good shot.

I guess I’ll have to keep trying, but I thought I’d share a few of the signs of spring around the ole homestead with the interwebs before getting back to work. The garden is starting to look a little green and we have yellow daffodils waving from every corner of the yard teasing us with thoughts of warmer weather. Ok, now back to work!

The promise of spring and reclaiming a lost love

watering can

This past weekend was one of those rare warm winter days nature sprinkles into the dark dreariness of winter to keep those of us with SAD hanging on. I spent the day cleaning up the garden messes I’d abandoned in the late fall and there was something comforting about it.

I must confess my long-held lust for gardening  went into hibernation this past summer. I had so much going on in my personal life, I just didn’t need one more thing that I couldn’t control. And I don’t care what you green-thumbs out there say, gardening has never been something I felt in control of. Nature has a mind of its own and there are just too many variables involved in growing things to always get it right. I was fond of saying that a 50% success rate was all I needed to be happy in the garden. Sometimes the tomatoes were wonderful. Sometimes it was the eggplants. But there were always those impulse purchased chamomile seeds that didn’t come up or those transplanted pepper plants that refused to be coaxed into producing. Hey! I don’t care, as long as I have some corner of the garden I can point to and say, “But, this one turned out great!” I kept my expectations pretty low and I was normally happy with my gardening experience.

succulents in winter

Then last year, my enthusiasm fizzled. I sort of gave up. I just didn’t have the energy anymore. I had so many other projects to tackle. The garden and its constant needs (Water me! Prune me! Pick me! Water me some more! Weed me! Water me again!) just became too much. I felt it happening, and it kinda made me sad, but I just couldn’t deal.

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