This time of year the sap starts flowing. I always feel like I need to do something in the garden.
A couple of weeks ago, a few days before it snowed, I found an irresistible packet of seeds. I wasn’t sure where I was going to put them, my beds are pretty full of perennials and volunteer annuals. I carried the packet around in my purse. In part to not have to answer questions from my very linear spouse about what on earth I was thinking (because I wasn’t thinking when I got the seeds).
I eventually decided to put in a hummingbird garden in my backyard to be a micro getaway location. YouTube provided instructions on creating a “no dig” bed.
The only things left to do are making a border and waiting for spring.
These were growing in a neighbor’s parking strip last summer.
It’s been several years since we had sunflowers in the garden. We planted them one year and they reseeded for a few after that. The fascinating things was that every year they came up a little differently. The first year they were as the packet said. One year they were enormous, like 2 feet in diameter, one per plant. Another year they had several smaller flowers per plant. We never harvested them, but the squirrels and birds loved them. I don’t remember why we planted them in the first place (it was over 20 years ago), it might have been a project for my son. Our garden went Darwinian (a survival of the fittest tangle) for several years. The big winners were potatoes, Egyptian walking onions, mint and parsley. Funny thing was we always got something from it, no matter how neglected.
But this year my husband has tamed it, things are growing in organized rows. But you can still see the parsley, mint, potatoes and walking onions poking up in unexpected places. It is their garden after all!
Cee’s Pick Me Up Post today inspired me to put together this post about flowers that we don’t usually think of as flowers. The quote is:
The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfullness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.
Thich Nhat Hanh
We were eating them as recently as two months ago. Then they got woody and the tops began to look like the tops of old Russian churches. Then they started to get a bit bumply under their caps …
… and this week they are popping out.
I think they are rather pretty. I also like the flowers of parsley. In the background of the photos above.
It is, I believe, a cousin of Queen Anne’s Lace. I like the subtlety and delicacy of it’s green tinged flowers. Sometimes, when I bother to bring flowers in from the garden, I will put them with roses in a vase, like some folks use baby’s breath. But mostly I just enjoy them when I am out in the yard.
These were taken on a path through the lush gardens of Garinish, in Ireland.
Garinish is an island near the Ring of Kerry. For some reason (maybe because so many of the same plants we saw there are blooming right now) I’ve been thinking about it lately. It was a driving challenge to get there from where we were staying in Killarney, but the travel was through beautiful country and well worth the white knuckles through a few stretches. It’s not super well known.