Big storms hit this afternoon, and in anticipation, I cut all my lavender in the cool of the morning before the plants warmed and released their fabulously-scented oil. Walked back in the house with three huge bunches I couldn’t get my hands around. Made a number of bouquets wrapped in simple twine for neighbors, my daughters, and other girlfriends. After tying the knots, I like to clean up the stems with shears so that the lengths of the stems are the same on both sides of the twine.
Fell in love with lavender when I lived in Aix-en-Provence one summer. The South of France is said to have the scent of lavender in its soul. I know the smell creates an oasis of clean and calm for me.
Weeding, cutting the grass, edging beds, and watering are incredibly rewarding and relaxing. Outside work creates moments of Zen for me, much like meditation does for others. The peace and quiet of working alone outside is heaven.
And then this happened.
This is Spud. She likes nothing better than to lie in a sunny spot in the grass or in our raised vegetable bed and oversee my gardening endeavors. I find her overly judgmental most of the time. It’s my fault really. I made a tactical error by having her outside with me while I fertilized my roses. I scratched around the bushes before fertilizing, and I should have known better. Since I had been scratching, clearly it meant that when I went inside, Spud needed to finish the job–by digging a pit and exposing the roots. It was all I could do to control myself. I’ll just consider it aeration. But she’s still fired.
There is a Celtic term, Anam Cara, meaning spirit friend. For me, Anam Cara is a place. It’s Richwood, WV, a stone’s throw from the amazingly beautiful Monongahela National Forest.
Richwood is the hometown of my good buddy Jeromy, whom I’ve visited for thirty years and with whom I’ve mule packed, swum in Rudolph Falls, canoed at midnight on Summit Lake, fished, and hiked. Breathtaking views and flora do my soul good.
Spring has sprung, though it’s still chilly in Charm City. One or two flowers popped up and, together, they made a nice arrangement this evening. Peonies, baptisia, irises, rhododendron, and dusty yarrow in back. And my favorite, Zéphirine Drouhin roses in front. Love their hot pink color, their thornlessness, and the fact that they grow in sun or shade. Highly recommend this fragrant climber, introduced in 1868, because it requires little hand holding.
White flowers and a clean fresh smell–what is more spring-like? Lily of the Valley are also called Mary’s Tears. The name alludes to the legend that the flower sprang from the tears of Mary during the crucifixion of Jesus. Hence, their appearance right around Easter. In the language of flowers, Lily of the Valley signifies the return of happiness. Garden flowers in the spring, Lily of the Valley at my bedside, a candle, and a good book–these make me happy!
Scots Gaelic for piles of rocks, cairns can be found all over Cylburn Arboretum, in Baltimore. Originally used to mark trails, burial sites, and mountain peaks, these assemblages simply mark visitors’ passage. Their placement and location change with every visit.