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Fall Garden Dreams

12 Saturday Sep 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, The Great Outdoors

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Everyday Life, Fall Gardens, Mesta Park, Oklahoma Gardening

I’m bone weary after spending five hours preparing two front yards for fall overseedng.

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Heritage Hills Maple Reds

I didn’t expect to handle this chore for another few weeks.  But already, the leaves are beginning to turn in our neighborhood.  Over on Fifteenth Street, between Harvey and Hudson, a few Maples are already showing off their fall color. And at the County Extension “Hope Desk”, one gardener brought in some yellow leaves for disease diagnosis;  he may have left a little embarrassed when told the disease was called autumn.  But in my mind, there’s no need for embarrassment.  It’s backwards strange that autumn has arrived before the calendar pronounced it so; usually, it’s the other way around.

So waking up the fact that fall has really arrived, I decided I best get my lawn seed up and Adam, before the heavy leaf drop over at my Cinderella house suffocates my tender grass seedlings.  Even wearing gloves today, I got a blister on my thumb, a sure sign that I’ve grown soft over the summer.  Fall is my heaviest gardening time of the year, as it invites me to make new beds, reseed grass and plant perennials, shrubs, trees and fall bulbs.  And of course fertlize my fescue lawn, trees and shurbs and water when God forgets to.  

Fall is the absolute best time to create a new garden  in Oklahoma.  One of my neighbors next door to “Cinderella” asked me this very question today.   And now with his newly acquired knowledge, he may begin his long awaited landscape project.  He’s even invited me to help select plants, so maybe he’s serious.  I’m thinking blues and purples since his brick is yellow-orange.  But we’ll see if his plans comes to fruition — we humans have bigger dreams than time or money.

I know all about big garden dreams. I’ve been dreaming about installing new gardens in the front yard of the duplex next door for almost a year now.  Yesterday, I finally got up my courage to call Mr. Duplex Owner.  Of course, he was a little surprised by my offer.  And my boldness.  But I made my pitch and he’s thinking about it.      

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Black-Eyed Susans Galore

If Mr. Duplex Owner says yes, I’m going to plant flowers and foliage featuring yellows and grays and tans and rusts in front of his rust colored brick home.   Because I’ve got plenty to share, his garden will receive many Black-eyed Susans.  And then I’ll purchase some silver Wormwood and tan Native Grasses because they are hardy plants for Oklahoma.  And maybe some silvery green Lambs Ear.  And white and yellow Coreopsis because these little airy fairy daisies add a bit of whimsy.   And if there’s any money left in the measly budget I allowed myself, maybe a few Daffodils.  Because I just love Daffodils.  Or some sweet little Pansies.

Soon, it will be time to wake up.   Because once Mr Duplex Owner renders his decision, there’ll be no more time for duplex dreams.  Either they become reality.  Or not.   My dream now rests in his capable hands.  And because I’ve finally shared my dream with the right person, I can rest.  Well….at least until the phone rings. 

Peek-A-Boo

06 Sunday Sep 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, Life at Home, Soul Care

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Aging, Everyday Life, Parents, Soul Care, Spiritual Direction

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Mystery Guest under the Roses

A few weeks ago I ran across a mystery plant hiding beneath an antique rose bush.  This pretty little plant bearing purple tinged foilage was growing where I’d sown no seed.  What was it?  And where did it come from?  

Days later, in another part of my garden, I found my answer.  Through a quick match of garden gin rummy, I learned it was the Peek-A-Boo plant.  Living up to its name —  with its small ‘eyeball’ blooms peeking out from  some sweet potato vines  —  the Peek-A-Boo wore the same purple tinged leaves as my mystery plant. 

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PEEK-A-BOOS - Spilanthes, Acmelia oleracea

Once named, other answers soon fell into place.  I recalled that it was growing there because I had planted the Peek-A-Boos in both garden locations.  In April under the rose bush;  and then in May, when the plants appeared to languish, I transplanted them elsewhere in the garden.  Or so I thought.  Now, almost four months later, I see  my late spring transplanting left behind roots — and once the environment became friendly, up grew more Peek-A-Boos. 

Outside the garden gate, playing peek-a-boo and rummy match games are not just for babies and toddlers.  I am learning just how often I hide my own real feelings, by either ignoring them outright (hoping or pretending them away) or by not calling them by their proper name.

I do this without even noticing.  Just recently I’ve talked to friends about how my father is no longer interested in my visits.  But rather than talk about the hurt from rejection, I pretend it’s not there and instead focus on this fallout from Dad’s dementia.  It’s easier to face reasons that feelings, even with myself.  Quick.  Cover it up.  Don’t speak about the hurt.  After all,  Daddy can’t help it because Daddy isn’t Daddy anymore. 

Most of my friends or family give me a free pass on such inconsistencies — on those times when my emotions don’t quite match or fit the circumstances.  But not my trusty spiritual director.  Instead he said something like, wow, that must have hurt.  And in response, my eyes uncontrollably teared up.  The feeling, with its deep roots hiding just beneath the surface of life leaked into reality.  Once the feelings found a friendly environment to live, no longer could they stay under wraps beneath their big beautiful bow of understanding forgiveness.   

Why do I play these games?  Am I afraid people will laugh?  Or worse, not care?  

The Garden of Good and Evil

27 Thursday Aug 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, Soul Care

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Oklahoma Gardening, Soul Care

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GAILLARDIA IN BLOOM - Sundance Bicolor

The sowing of seed satisfies my deep need to participate  in the quotidian mystery of life.   As I  scratch the surface of soil and scatter my few precious seeds I’m practicing the ancient art of propagating beauty in the canvas of soil.  One moment seed.  Days later, with the nurture of earth and sun and water, something green reaches for light from the dark recesses of the earth.  Where else but the garden can one so easily witness an everyday miracle of God?   

The snake in paradise is that I forget which seeds I’ve sown.  The old adage — out of sight, out of mind — describes my gardening practice to a tee.  Some tender green shoot springs up from the garden’s surface.  And for the life of me or it, I can’t identify it.    Weed or flower?  No snap judgments will do, as life hangs in the balance.  

The discernment process is never easy.  I wait leaf by leaf for answers to be revealed.  When will it unfurl its true leaves and colors to offer me a hint?  Too often impatience causes me pull out what I judged as weed to learn later it was flower.  My hasty hand has executed more poppies than I care to count and just last week, one of my new tender Gaillarida flowers pregnant with bloom.  To an unfamiliar eye, flower foilage can look an awful lot like weed. 

Gardening teaches me that answers are rarely black and white.  Flower or weed.  Good or evil.  Even the good book teaches that God makes his sun rise on the evil and the good and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.  One gardener’s flower can be another gardener’s weed.  Red and yellow black and white, they are precious in his sight.  

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