A garden for a gardener is a reflection
Seating area in the lower gardens
A reflection of who they are
Potting Shed in July
Each bed is a piece of a puzzle once completed mirrors the gardener’s soul
Standing stone and hosta Whirlwind
A piece of planned chaos – a piece of chromatic flora – a piece of neutral shades
Outside the back door
Rain Garden behind home
Come, walk the garden paths and meet me
The labyrinth garden
Looking down on lower gardens
Deer sculpture on way to lower gardens
Hosta Herifu and the pyramid
Diminutive in stature
Hidden beneath leaves and snow
Breaking free from Gaia’s icy grip hoping to bask in sol’s warming rays
Sun and color collide
It began as dusk descended, as fine as the sand on a crescent beach
The light from passing cars reflected their crystalline structure
These wind-blown diamonds struck my cheeks It felt as though a thousand pins had assaulted me
Soon the wind died and the snow crystals were attracted to one another as the north and south poles of a magnet
They cascaded bumping into one another combining to create snowflakes
The night was no longer dark – White enveloped the landscape
I awoke to a quiet stillness
I love discovering new and unique things in the gardens. An insect viewed from a different perspective or a non-traditional flower.
Winter offers an entirely new perspective challenge. Void of the rainbow of colors and abundance of life found in other seasons, winter’s gifts must be sought out.
I wait for the cold to envelope the land and snow and ice to fall.
When warming air collides with subfreezing temperatures, magic happens.
An alternate view of the world can be found at
Tootlepedal’s Blog A look at life in the borders.
Across a vast ocean he too looks for unique and unusual. Take a moment to take a bike ride with him
via his post Slow Progress
The thought of seven hours in the car seemed daunting in the early hours that Thursday morning. But as I watched the fog burn off and the blue sky emerge time passed swiftly as did the trees and buildings outside the car window. As we crossed the border between New Hampshire and Maine familiar vignettes appeared. Memories long placed on dusty shelves in my mind were now retrieved and brought into the light of day.
That first glimpse of the ocean made every molecule of my being dance. After meeting our most gracious host and checking into
Haven by the Sea
I walked, almost floated, to the sea’s edge. Here is what I saw that first day…
Homes beachside, Wells Maine
Plovers amongst the rocks on the beach at Wells
Various sea plants and weeds Wells, Maine
Periwinkle shells on rocks, Wells Maine
Kelp, Wells, Maine
Semipalmated sandpiper Reflection
Semipalmated sandpiper Wells, Maine
Homes beachside, Wells, Maine
Seaweed on periwinkle Wells, Maine
Thank you for stopping by
The garden has become familiar.
I know it’s rock walls, the plants who have made it their home.
I’ve shared it’s life, death and rebirth cycles.
Today I walked beyond it’s boundaries and this is what I saw…
A local CSA, Terra Fauna, had planted a plot of Indian corn. Neighbors respect one another and the corn is waiting to be harvested.
Further down the road is the sheep farm. Lambs born this past February and March reach out for freshly cut hay.
Across the street, next to the homestead,
a cow rests in the barn.
Scattered around the property are remnants of farm implements.
Continuing on I pass the silos of a dairy farm. They and the milk tank are all that remain of a once vibrant local industry.
As I make the turn onto Hillside I look back upon the dairy farm
and pass homes decorated for Halloween.
My last turn onto Valley View brings my home into view. Once again I will work in the gardens and continue to co-create with Gaia.
Miraculous – amazing – always
Sawfly caterpillars on Mugo pine
Mundane – never
Chipmonk gathering bedding
Around all of us in every moment in time there is something beautiful
Sweet Spice shrub
Tussock moth caterpillar on Scarlet Honeysuckle
Something that catches our attention
Rain drops on a spider’s web
Just take the time to see it