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A Garden Delivered

20 Tuesday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, Life at Home, Mesta Park

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Everyday Life, Master Gardeners, Mesta Park, Oklahoma Gardening

Blog- Bruno Garden Born

A Garden Is Born, with droopy Black-eyed Susans

After days of hard labor, interspersed with times of waiting for the rain to stop, a new Mesta Park garden iis now born.  

Though the garden is still young, it shows promise of becoming a true beauty.   When I took this task on, I had a blank slate full of hopes and dreams and questions.  Big-time questions – like how best to kill the seeding Bermuda grass when our early cool weather created less than optimal conditions for use of a chemical solution. 

In the end, I decided to dig rather than wait with hope that chemicals might work.  I laid out 50 feet of sash cord to define my garden border, and with spade in hand; I begin to dig down past the roots and then slice horizontally to remove the soil, one shovel at a time.  Defining the border was the east part.  And the tenants of the duplex made sure I knew how much they loved the garden’s curvy lines.  

Then I began the hard work of digging.  The tenants, observing my progress from their perch on the porch, became carrier pigeons of progress from my hands to the ears of the duplex owner.  A week into my digging, the upstairs tenant shared the owner’s interest in whether I had planted anything yet.  She let me know she told him I was STILL digging.  The downstairs tenant wondered out loud whether I had expanded my project just a tad.  “Nope.”  I told him the garden bed was ‘on task’, shaping up just as I had hoped and intended.

Fifty hours of digging, hoeing, raking and many pounds of pre-emergent later, I began to plant.  But not at all what I had planned to use.  I look back at that initial list and just laugh.  This late in the season, I ended up buying the dregs and whatever was on sale that would complement and define the new garden bed’s shape.  With Lowes marking all shrubs and perennials down half-priced for two weeks, I got a nice selection of plants for around $100 – in colors and shapes that will look nice against the rust-colored brick of this eighty year old duplex – that once established, will be drought tolerant and easy for the duplex tenants to maintain. 

Ornamental grasses of all sizes, most with copper and tan colored plumes, will offer all-season interest:  Maidenhair Grass, Fountain Grass and Mondo grass.  Perennial bloomers of red and white and yellows graced from Autumn Sage, Coreopsis and Oriental Lilies.  Eight Firepower Nandina shrubs are already dressed with some beautiful fall color.  Thanks to Shroeder Wilson, the duplex inherited 5 yellow Day Lilies.  And my own garden passed along 10 Black-eyed Susan plants.   All of these, with the Lirope harvested from the Duplex’s own back yard, provided enough bones and room to grow for this garden’s first year of life.  Some space was left for colorful annuals — presently the host of rust and yellow colored Pansies and Snapdragons — that invite the eye up the sidewalk to the two front doors.

Blog_Bruno Garden Walkway

Welcome Home

As I look out my window to gaze upon this beauty in the making, I realize I did have a little fairy dust after all.  It looked a lot like my husband, who was around for all the heavy lifting, as he worked by my side to install the steel edging to help keep the Bermuda out and unload 40 cubic feet of bark mulch.  What else can I say?  Except thank heavens for caring husbands who help make their wife’s big gardening dreams come true; and for duplex owners who aren’t afraid to say ‘yes’ to something that seems too good to be true.

Just Delivered

It's a Garden!

 

 

Off-Center Stage

06 Tuesday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, Prayer, Soul Care, The Great Outdoors

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Centering Prayer, Everyday Life, Master Gardeners, Oklahoma Gardening, Soul Care, Writing

The days are slipping through my fingers just as leaves are slipping from the trees. 

The Magnolia in the back yard is making a terrible mess right now; its yellow nitrogen-deprived leaves are dropping like flies.  As I reach down to pick up the leaf litter scattered across the yard, I notice houseflies resting on the leaf’s shiny surface.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many houseflies, even at a summer picnic.  What do they know that we don’t?  Perhaps their presence is a harbinger of winter’s too early arrival.

My week is slipping away, with a piece of my day allotted here and there.  I am sad that I’ve no signficant blocks of time to devote to gardening and I’m in a mad rush to get my gardens put to bed and the duplex gardens next door completed before winter descends.  Like the piles of leaves and army of flies, I also sense that a winter freeze  is just around the corner.   And this makes me grieve the shortness of autumn.

Tomorrow I’ll attend my graduation ceremonies at the Oklahoma County Extension office, where I will officially be certified as a master gardener.  Like a true gardener, I joked with one of my fellow graduates that I’d rather be in the gardens than at the ceremony; yet, knowing the day is as much about our faithful trainers as it is about us who are graduating, I will go to eat, drink and be merry.  Then afterwards, I’ll rush back to the gardens for the afternoon.  If all goes well, all purchased plants will be installed; and with decent weather, the duplex gardens will be finished by week-end.

Another fly in the ointment to make my week so choppy is the spiritual writing I’ve been squeezing in to the open cracks of  my day.  After three months out of the saddle, I’ve picked up the loose threads of  this curriculum and Thursday night I’ll lead a small group of faithful women in the practice of centering prayer.  That I will be offering this lesson on centering prayer in a week where I am pulled in so many directions merely shows that God does have a great sense of humor.

But as I write, I sense a rightness and order in my world, even in winters that come too early and in graduations that mark a beginning of gardening knowledge rather than an ending and in teaching a lesson in centering prayer when I feel so off-center.

To God be the glory in all my days, especially when I slip off-center stage and reveal my broken humanity. 

A Garden Symphony

03 Saturday Oct 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Garden, Mesta Park

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Everyday Life, Garden Tour for Connoisseurs, Mesta Park, Oklahoma Gardening, OSU Plant Sale

I’m at loose ends after a three-movement symphony of gardening.  If it weren’t dark, I’d still be outside.  

My day began at the annual OSU fall plant sale.  Three days into their six-day sale, the OSU cupboards were almost bare.  But never fear — I came home with my share, with both pansies and snapdragons to plant.

Soon, very soon, I’ll be ready to plant the new beds at the duplex next door, what I’ve renamed Cinderella Two, since the duplex is no longer an ugly step-sister.  I like that Mr. Duplex Owner is interested in my progress.  He must be as tickled about his new garden as I am.  Thursday he asked the upstairs tenant whether I had planted yet.  She told him no, that I was STILL digging.   Today the downstairs tenant, finally realizing the full scope of my gardening intention, asked if I had expanded my horizons.  I assured him that I was only executing my original plan.  Perhaps he too is wondering WHEN the digging will stop.  Soon, very soon.  Maybe another day or two.  But if the downstairs tenant knew me better, he’d have known that I always dream big dreams. 

The second gardening movement sent Kara, Christi and I to the land of big garden dreams.  The season of home and garden tours is upon us and today the three of us enjoyed the Oklahoma Horticultural Society’s Garden Tour for Connoisseurs.  The gardens were inspiring, the weather gorgeous and the company grand, all of which explains why we only made it to three of the seven gardens.   But in our defense, the last garden we toured was spread across five acres.  That’s digging on a grand scale, folks, which puts my little project next door into its proper perspective.  

I came home from the tour to begin movement three, more digging at Cinderella Two.  As I kneeled in the garden to work, I keep company with God and other passersby.  Already I’m receiving nice feedback from my work.  From both quarters.  It’s funny that freshly dug dirt in a defined shape can be perceived so positively.  What comments will come later?  If my well-wishers think a bare bones garden is nice, wait until the plants arrive.  Then wait until next summer when the plants are in their full glory, and then wait another summer and another as they continue to grow to fill their space.

The downstair’s tenant told me today that he couldn’t WAIT to see the garden finished.  I just smiled and said — it’s gonna be gorgeous.  But his remark sent me to wonder:  what does a finished garden look like?  One garden on the tour today has been forty-seven years in the making.  That gardener could tell the downstairs tenant that a garden is never finished. 

Gardeners wait on their gardens just like a waitress waits on a table of customers.  Gardeners bring their gardens food and drink and keep it company and make sure everything is to its liking.  Then they wait.  They wait to see what will come from all their work of waiting.  They wait to see what tips and gifts the garden will leave behind.  And they wait to see what the garden will become.  And then the garden symphony begins all over again.  Wait, wait wait; wait ON it, wait FOR it to unfold, wait ON it….     

Today at the OSU plant sale, my granddaughter Karson asked for her own 4″ pot of pansies.  And her Aunt Kara bought them for her.  Wish I didn’t have to wait to see what this little plant will teach this little gardener of ours.       

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