When You’re Not Really in the Garden

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These last 3 weeks I’ve meant to be here more, and I’ve meant to be in my garden, but the medical requirement to walk 15-20 miles per week has been taking up a lot of my time.
Just a few weeks back, I had the pleasure of walking 6 miles during a really great thunderstorm. Yes, this was classic Portland in the spring.
From the Hawthorne District, I could look back and see where I’d come from and at this point I was a bit worried about the rain that was coming. (Mt Tabor is the green hill you can see far off in the distance.)
By the time the rain started to pour, I was already well on my way home.
Wet and cold, the sky continued to darken but the sunset was nice that night.
Rosa ‘Golden Showers’.
When I go on my walks, as I round the corner for home, I can now see my roses blooming more and more frequently. Sometimes I think of my garden as one big neon billboard exclaiming some really colorful person lives here. I like it this time of year as the jungle begins to take over and there is a different world outside my window.
Oftentimes I see gardens that I think look nice, but are too patterned. I might have a jungle, but these lines really fascinate me because they boggled my brain a bit. I’d rather have a jungle.
Always before reaching home I wander the reservoir at Mount Tabor Park to get in some extra miles. It is such a beautiful place to walk. I walk over the hill you see there in the background and reach home that way. It is such a wonderful place to live.
This past Sunday I walked to the store to purchase ingredients for a lemon tart I was making for a party later that evening and I ran into what I later discovered was a swarm of bees. It was just waiting here until the group could determine where to go. What an amazing thing to watch. One moment it was there, the next it was gone. I wish I could have seen them at the moment when they all flew away.

Later that same day, after the tart was partially completed, I walked over to Portland Nursery to purchase some heirloom tomato plants from myself and a friend. Along the way I spotted this old mattress frame being used as a trellis support. This isn’t exactly my style, but I do love its lines and conical rust-colored squiggles as the grid floats there in the air.

Yes, I am sure this post is a bit random, but when you’re not really in the garden, so often you are, aren’t you?

How My Garden Grew into a Jungle

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When we left for California on May 31st the garden needed to be weeded, but it wasn’t really growing much yet. Funny how that can all change in a week if you add just a tiny bit of heat and rain! When I drove into the driveway late on Wednesday night I was a bit overcome by all of the flowers. When did that happen?

Clematis ‘Josephine’.

After my father-in-law picked up my husband in Ukiah, I headed back to Oregon along Highway 101. I’d wanted to get in some more time with nature, but due to a tumble I took beside the Smith River, I chose to come home one day earlier than I’d originally planned. Glad I did too since the house may have been eaten by green if I’d waited any longer.

Clematis ‘Josephine’ climbing up one side of the living willow arbor.
Clematis ‘Lincoln Star’.

Yesterday I had a lot to do, but first, I took my morning coffee out back to the garden and took in the sights while watching the youngest cat, Mona, rejoice in my return. The two Clematis vines in bloom really made my day because the neck pain from the whip last was really excruciating. (Yes, you can get whip lash from falling and I recommend that all gardeners be careful when doing wobbly tasks.) I am so happy to see my garden smiling as it were again. It really made me smile a bit myself too.

Night Blooming Phlox (Zaluzianskya capensis) with pollenating friend.
Later in the day I went back out to catch the Night Blooming Phlox when it opened. I was happy to see that an insect was happily doing its job. Adding back some night bloomers should really work wonders this year for insects and I am excited to see how that works out.
Night Blooming Mona the Cat enjoying new boxes brought home from my most recent road trip to California. Along the route back I purchased a lot of vintage items for my Etsy shops and I suppose she thinks this was her souvenir.

Now if I can only fix the mess I have to clean up outside. Luckily, my favorite garden worker bee will be here this weekend and I know she will be ready to get to work.