The Victory hosta is now the largest hosta in the garden. It’s not the fullest – that would still be the Rainforest Sunrise hostas – but the Victory hosta is the largest. It’s leaves keep getting larger each year, and it seems even each day lately.
It took a few years to establish, and indeed the second year I was wondering if it would thrive in that spot, but Victory was victorious and now stands tall under the Linden. We have only one Victory hosta, there are “a few” Rainforest Sunrise, and two Elegans. One of each can be seen in this picture. The Elegans will bloom first, then the Victory, and last the Rainforest Sunrise, taking us from June to fall in that little corner.
Victory hosta in the front, Rainforest Sunris hosta mid-left, Elegans hosta back left
I have no idea how this happens, but it has happened a few times. I buy a hosta I think is what the tag says, and then the next year I go, “huh?” So I have no idea what this hosta is. I’d say it was labelled Rainforest Sunrise when I bought it a few years ago, but no, it’s not. I’d say Guacamole, but it’s already starting to get scapes so I doubt that too.
The mystery hosta, we shall call her. Whatever she is, she blooms and seeds profusely. I have harvested the seeds, but sadly they never grew.
We enjoy her, she is healthy, she can stay as long as she likes.
A state of disrepair, I tell ya! Nah, just spring. The birds plucked away at the frog’s rope swing until it broke, and the maples had a bumper crop for seedlings. Soon all will be restored again. Just need a few free days to pluck the hundreds of seedlings, and a trip to the hardware store for replacement rope. At least it’s not ferns! Those things are ca-ray-zee!!!
If you have read my blog in past years, you know that tulips come and tulips go in in our garden. The flowers are annuals here, the leaves are perennials. But we have one patch of tulips that is trusty, and it is this patch. It has been going for years. Hurrah for the purple tulips!
The first clematis bloom opened Tuesday. Always a wonderful sight. Hopefully many more blooms to come.
I am reminded of the years where we kept a very tall trellis in that spot. Funny thing about clematis. They are kind of like work. They expand to fit the time (or space) allotted. We let that one get so big a bird built a nest in it, and we could see inside the nest from inside the window. We called them the “trillers” because they would trill each time Mama approached. Eventually we watched them get big and strong and leave the nest. It doesn’t take long, but it was fun to watch.
This year, I hear something that sounds like a bird in the gutter. I wish I had a drone. I could fly it high and zoom in. I don’t want to climb up on a ladder and try to see. We’ll just wait. Time will tell. It doesn’t seem like an ideal place to nest, but we’ll see.
There is something about an early morning walk in the garden that stirs the soul, makes the mind relax, evokes thankfulness. Wait, define garden.
Sunday morning, after having been up to the land that is now designated “camping”, I thought, “Why do I enjoy an early morning walk there, but not through our extended neighborhood in town?” I used to. So off I went, sans dog who declined the opportunity.
Once I got going, I decided to take an old route. That route is a tad bittersweet. It is past an area that used to be a beautiful long garden on an edge of one of the park areas. The original homeowner who was adjacent to the park area had petitioned the city to plant a beautiful garden there and invested quite a bit of time and energy. It was a delight to many, and I was one. When the original owner of that beautiful garden moved, the new homeowner did not have the same love for gardening. It began to return to a wilder look. For a while I spent time on the weekends trying to maintain it. In the end, although my mind wanted to save it, my body could not. Working away from the home during the weekdays, and having other weekend responsibilities, it was just too big of a project. I took time to heal my body after pushing it way too hard, nature marched on, and eventually I altered my walking path to avoid that garden. I remembered its prior beauty and had a hard time watching it return to wild. That was quite a few years ago.
This morning I decided to walk by that area. It has returned to it’s natural state. It is a different look. Not bad, just different. Whatever thrives, dominates. And the weeds and lilac bushes won.
Enter garden one – on our “camping” land. It is many years past my experience with the park garden. My perception has changed because my personal gardening experiences have broadened. Evidenced by tens of thousands of ferns that thrive and dominate the “camping” land, there is not much chance of keeping a cultivated garden without daily care. Goodness knows I tried! But I have made peace with that. We cut the living area back in May – September so I don’t (hopefully) get a tick born illness (again) and we enjoy the natural state. We bought it in a natural state, I tried to tame a small portion to exercise my hobby, and I lost. That trial.
Enter garden two – Back to the townhouse neighborhood. “Goodness!”, I thought on my Sunday morning walk, “Our lawns, our trees are looking mature this year.” Two weeks ago many of the trees were still budding. The cherry trees were blooming and a delightful treat. Now they are wrapping up and the maples and lindens are starting to shine. I cannot claim working on those. They are the work of hired professionals on behalf of the association. But I enjoy them immensely. A different kind of enjoyment than the “camping” land.
The gardens at our townhouse are also thriving. The hostas, daylilies and sedum are my daily effort, and are continuously cultivated. The large amount of rain we had this week, along with warm temperatures for a few days in a row made the garden flourish. Literally things tripled in a matter of a week. Including the carpet of maple seedlings, which I will also “cultivate” – right into compost.
It’s all good.
1 1/2 weeks ago
Sunday
I would like to move more of the townhouse garden to garden three but … we have deer … bedding in the back yard … at the tiny little house we plan to retire to … some time … to be determined. Maybe it’s good that they don’t seem to like a little area where I hid a Rainforest Sunrise hosta? It is 9′ x 7′ there. Is that nature’s way of reining in my gardening endeavors for the future? Out front of that little house I lovingly planted sedum this spring. Morning one after planting, I looked outside to see if the deer had feasted overnight. “Success!” I tentatively claimed. Morning two? Yah. Not “Success!” And the same with the five daylilies we planted there. They will all have to move to the 9′ x 7′ area.
So that is the tale of my three “gardens”. I’m learning with each new experience. One could say I’m actually down to two gardens now. Except for the iris and daffodils that are naturalizing at the “camping” land, the rest remains wild.
I wonder sometimes – when we move to the little house, will the daily maintained gardens at the townhouse remain in a tended state? I hope they will. Time will tell. Time a little ways out yet. We just welcomed our first grandbaby. Gotta hang around the townhouse neighborhood for a little while yet.
The little and the simple things are what is mattering most to me lately. Going “glamping” at the little house up north for 4 days over New Year’s weekend – with two lawn chairs, carpet remnants, a 50 year old polyurethaned card table, a cooler, and an air mattress. We had so much fun!!!
Seeing the deer tracks through the snow in our small yard for the first time. Taking our dog out before bedtime and walking out to see two deer right there. Driving through changing scenes of thick frost on the trees – in sepia, in green, in blue as the sun hid and then set.
Hearing stories about the well known deer in town. Hearing stories about the apple picking bear in town. Feels very familiar. Maybe there’s a message in there. I just don’t know what it is yet. Grow pine trees? Something will materialize.
Merry Christmas Eve! Our snow has been plowed from the blizzard yesterday here in Minnesota, our sidewalk is shovelled, and I have had my first cup of coffee. I’m finding myself wondering if we should have kept our travel plans to go to the little house up north today, but one never knows. We’ll keep it as is, to stay back and savor some rest. I don’t have any control over weather, but I know someone who does. Even the wind and the waves obey Him. I will take this time to trust and rest.
Today we continue prayers for so many people. What a year! A lot to be thankful for – and to fervently hope for.
I am reminded after a very busy, and at times super stressful, year, it is time to rest. The internal work at the little house up north is at least 3/4 done. Along the way we have been blessed with relationship gifts. God has a plan, and I have a feeling we don’t even really “get it” yet. But I do know I have grown. I have gone from searching for a place we could eventually retire in an environment that restores us, into what I hope is a much fuller person. When we walked in that house I was thrown back 50 years. I was faced with a real wringer washer stored in the basement, rusting metal kitchen cabinets, and one of those metal mail holders that every kitchen I knew while growing up had. There was shag/sculptured carpet, 80s wallpaper, and the light fixtures of the 50s. I WANTED that house, not because I liked all that, but because it warmed my heart. It brought back wonderful memories.
Along the way, we discovered that a family of 5 lived in that home. Mom & Dad raised their three children there. Dad worked at a nearby steel mining plant, the steel that built America, and even the world. And they lived in that tiny little house. Such a big contribution those workers made to the growth of this country, even the world, with provisions that many would balk at today. It confirms in me that somehow we need to find a way to remember what is truly important – people over stuff. And I am sad that somehow this year we find ourselves in a world that restricts in person time in the hope of reducing disease. It is a very tough time where values of family time is being reduced to digital images, and results don’t seem to make sense. I have this persistent feeling we are somehow missing a large piece of the puzzle. Still, we hope and pray, and do our part.
Along the way on this little house up north journey we have met some incredible people – people who survive on way less material things and who lead much simpler lives than what we are used to seeing – and are resilient, and confident, and peaceful. It reinforces in me that more stuff doesn’t mean more happiness. It means more to maintain, and less time to find soul rest.
In a conversation with a new friend we’ve made as a result of our little house up north journey, he shared that he sometimes has to remind himself that Psalm 23:2 says “He MAKETH me to lie down in green pastures”, not he suggesteth or recommendeth, but he MAKETH. Interesting point.
So today, we make time for soul rest, and we pray, and trust.
Well, the hibiscus is still here. Sunday, it almost went. Our little ladybug is not taking care of the aphids, so I’m spraying it – indoors – in our tiny entry – so it doesn’t get all over the carpet. But that means we have to squeeze out the door to take Sandy (our dog) for his walk. This is not sustainable. But for now, while we are not able to have visitors, and while it is still blooming, the 4′ x 4′ hibiscus stays. One day at a time.
It’s well past garden season (but it’s cozy season). The hibiscus has aphids
(so I moved the shamrock next to it, with its one aphid eating ladybug that came in with it and is still alive). I’m tired of news click bait during this year of unrest and fear (so I need to not even look). I’m even tired of watching you tube (there’s books, quiet time, talks on the phone with family and friends I miss seeing). I’m not even interested in trees with lights this year (but walks in the woods still work). And so this year has been. Too much time separated from loved ones, too much drag me down news, more than the usual dose of needing to deliberately choose what I know nurtures me – and methodically walking away from what doesn’t.
We welcomed two new daughter-in-laws this year – who we dearly love! We are now waiting to meet our first grandbaby! The reno on the little (and I do mean little :)) house up north is almost done. We are healthy. We are very busy at our jobs. And our faith is strong.
So big deal the deer already found my daylilies at the little house up north. I hear they don’t like lupines. Maybe I’ll try those. Maybe from seed? Now you’re talking!
