Thursday, December 12, 2013

Now the gardener is the one who has seen everything ruined
so many times that (even as his pain increases with each loss) he comprehends-----
truly knows---
that where there was a garden once,
it can be again,
or where there never was, there yet can be a garden

-Henry Mitchell

Ah Henry, you have seen my garden

Today is my birthday
no big deal, but this morning I gaze out the window
and behold the garden at rest
a blanket of cold comfort tucked about it
It is -1 degrees

Happy Jack is gone, but others, maybe his children,
have moved into the Alder tree
How I chuckle now thinking back to the Fall day
when I saw all those broken branches on the garden path
which made me look up to see such cute baby squirrels
already knowledgeable about getting ready for winter
Ah you must have been the ones who ate the Tulip tree flowers
..that's okay

I have been neglectful of the garden
instead focusing my attention to what ails me inside
that has been slow to be comforted
But I am healed
and now I make dreams of getting my hands back into dirt
....on a much smaller scale
...old age
has set in
I can't do what I used to do
Ah, this struggle
inside of me
But, I say, I have known many a gardener that worked well into the night and early morning arose
who where well into their 80's
Why am I suddenly struck with pains and aches that keep me inside
or sitting on the deck watching instead of doing?
Grief of the heart did me in
So this morning I take great joy again
in the squirrels and the birds
especially the happy chickadees
that still let out sounds in the freezing cold
a lesson here
Keep doing what you were meant to do
and sing baby sing
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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Took a walk through the garden this morning
with an open heart..
I sat a while to clear my mind of anything but the moment
and then I looked up
 and saw the light coming through the delicate flower
of the heavenly blue morning glory
God in flower

I looked down and saw this tiny slug
slimming over a recently cut tree
a mulberry
but he made it a dance floor
and I watched until a flock of robins
flew overhead and raided the mountain ash
the Roam tree
I am blessed to have two in my garden
this ancient tree of protection
I need to gather some dry branches
tie them with red thread
and place them over my door
just a symbol
but I am a wench after all
and so much a gypsy of the wandering soul


my temple bell is certainly
wabi sabi in the garden
On a windy day I absolutely love sitting in the garden
listen listen to all the bells
I am taken away by the sound

Oh..poor bunny
someone knocked you down
or maybe you were star gazing last night
I understand
or you were recharging your energy
gathering it from mother earth at your back

Oak leaf hydrangea
I love you most in autumn
I promise to water you more
next season of growing
living water
that's what we all need
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

I cannot tell you what overcame me this summer
that I so neglected my garden
life, I guess
I let others prune my bushes and weed my garden
and they almost destroyed it
But I know better
Every year in the garden is a new garden
and I expect that when the first robin returns
  a spiritual match will light the dry kindling inside of me
and nature will be faithful and there will be survivors
and I will begin again
walk barefoot on the earth
receive its energy
I'll dig out my gloves and hat
and tools

We'll begin the creative process all over again
and there will be joy
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Friday, September 13, 2013

The garden path leads to Autumn

but there is still much beauty going on
like this lone morning glory 

there is joy in the wabi sabi look of this chair
and my heart swells with joy for the little flowers
 that are so ordinary, but today
so welcomed and adored by me

Even the dreaded monstrous grapevine
 that has taken over my chimney this summer
Is beautiful with its deep purple fruit

......that my wards...who must move on soon
will eat to to fatten themselves up for the long journey of migration

Oh I will miss you all,
 but will hold tight
to the awaiting feelings of excitment and anticipation
for your return

Sweet Autumn
your blooms are breathtaking
I shall never have a garden again without you

Remember the summer I cut you down instead of the grapevine
and I cried out

But you came back to me the next year
thank you

Even the clinkin clanking caliginous collection of junk
never fails to open my eyes to ordinary joy
wabi sabi

and the new arrivals that spark childlike glee in me
...You are in good company...welcome

autumn joy sedum
how wonderfully named
so true
pure joy

My obedient plant has spread over to my neighbors side
and she thanked me
ha.... beautiful you are
against the iron
Glad I remembered to toss your seeds in the ground
for you have rewarded me with late blooms
of such passion

I have gathered my pots together
to keep them close by
so I can nuture them to the end

Oh....I have seen too many of these little feathers scattered around
The hawk returned

I can only do so much him vigorously
...but he waits
and he eats for the day

so sad for my mourning doves

....but the trees  weeped leaves
and your feathers were covered with deep respect

The dove just having roosted in your branches

predator /prey

Oh the lessons of the garden
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Thursday, September 5, 2013

Google is giving me trouble over  loading pictures
Lucky for me
an important one was able to get through
using another method
The grouse.
today was a glorious day
truly one to put in a treasure box
So I ditched the inside work
and went outside to clean up the deck
....the deck that was supposed to be taken down this summer
....there's always next year
I heard some rustling in the fallen leaves of the horsechestnut
I looked over and I was dumbstruck
there was this bird I had never seen before
and it hopped onto the deck stair, then onto the deck and proceeded to walk
right by my feet
I didn't move....I thought it was coming right up to me
like a pet bird...what bird is this?
It was a grouse
We don't have grouse here....
It stopped about a foot away from me then proceeded to walk across the deck and jump off
I ran inside....'cause nobody is going to believe me
...just like the time in Chicago, in the Brighton Park neighborhood
I walked out the door and my landlord's garden
stood a curlew
....back to my grouse
Of course (?) I found the camera on the kitchen table and ran outside to catch the grouse
son of a b
I ran back inside and found a card
but the doggone bird was gone
I think I heard him in the Autumn joy sedum
but they was absolutely covered in bees
We were in Galena this past weekend, near the Mississippi River
Chestnut mountain ski resort to be exact husband said he looked it up and said there are tons of grouse there
one of the few places in Illinois
Could this bird have hitched a ride ?
no way
My husband insists
I told my hairstylist about the grouse
and he spun me around in the chair
and asked
Didn't you claim to see a mink too?
I knew he didn't believe me
The last words out of my mouth last night before lights out were,
How did that bird get here and where will he go?

My husband said,
quit grousing and go to sleep

Friday, August 30, 2013

I delighted in the Buddha's shadow

and the wind chime's shadow
...still... along the wall
It's the none movement
that quiets me this morning
My mom's new cat is very sick
and I have prayed for this kitty
every night
that God spare it for my mother
who just lost her older cat this past year
My mom is 83 years old
and this is taking a toll on her


A bunny runs out of the ground cover and stops
hoping I don't see it
or seek to harm it
I would never hurt you Mr Bunny
Every creature is welcome in my garden
You give me so much in return
glimpses of joy and wonder
moments of awe
and spirit


You Mr. Hummingbird moth
took me away to a place of bliss
this morning...your movements up and down and over
the Butterfly bush
.....How this bush got spared from the landscapers march to Atlanta
I'll never be sure of
But it is one of those little miracles that I know
and never question
but rather stand in

Even the morning shadows across the brick
make me look up in quiet
for the sun
that warms the earth
draws forth life out of barren ground
It is no wonder that the ancients worshiped it
It is an orb of life

It is going to be very hot today
and the garden is waning as it is
...the birds call for me to fill the feeders and the birdbaths
Leaves are falling
and  I know the season of summer
has gathered her skirt and romped over the hill
I feel like I'm passing through one right now

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Saturday, August 17, 2013

A photographer...I'm not
but this morning I snapped away
at anything that caught my eye and brought me joy
the wench is back

They spotted me first
and waddled along the rooftop
keeping an eye on me
I love mourning doves

all my undercover...gone

but it hasn't deterred my little bunny family
like ghosts they haunt the garden
making rattling sounds in what is left of the brush

my butterfly weed has survived the "Sherman's march to the sea"

oh loves it here
I think I have a rain garden going for sure
now...if it would only rain
everybody needs beauty
as well as bread
places to play in
and pray in
where nature may heal and cheer
and give strength
to body and soul alike
...john muir