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| Our elevated garden under the Birch tree is a delight for me and the upkeep is simple because the soil is not clay. |
Our four front yard gardens vary in degrees of stress and beauty. Consequently, my brain is completely flummoxed and my body is weary. My platter and palette are full: rounds of golf with friends, books to read and discuss, walks to take with Jack and Murphy, time to read, furniture to be painted, stories to write, research to continue, naps to take, time with family and friends, and meals to fix. Then there is the house to clean and clothes to wash.
Nothing new in my life, except that as I grow older my desire to create and play is still strong, my back and joints are not.
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| The wilted stalks will produce the "naked ladies" sometime in July. Thanks to fertilizer we grow daises and lilies three feet tall. |
This spring I planted the last few perennials in our front
garden to showcase our elevated addition to the flower bed. The End.
I imagined that slowly year by year the garden would grow
and be less demanding, giving me more time to relax. I imagined less gardening and less
pain in my hamstrings from bending and pulling.
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| If only the Sweet Woodruff had not drown in wet clay, if only we had dug up all of the clay in the garden eight years ago, if only we had elevated the garden. I am quite sure on a warm sunny day I will come up with a plan. |
The rains came and gave our trees, bushes, and grasses a new
life. They also drowned my new perennials. Yearly, I am reminded that I no
longer live on rich black Kansas soil. Our Oklahoma clay retains water, thus
saturating my plants and leaving me perplexed as to what to do next. Now I have
another project on my list.
While the grasses and weeds were growing this spring, my bookcase, hand made by a music teacher in
1979, looked at me one day and said, “I need to be cleaned up and given a new
life.”
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| One more coat or maybe the darker yellow? |
“Atelier?” the bookcase replied, “You have never called me
that.”
“No,” I explained, “You cover the wall in the room where I
write, color, draw, and dream. I think that makes this room a studio or atelier.”
“By all means paint me yellow and watch me enjoy how I brighten
our studio. Please don’t call our room an atelier. It sounds old and dusty.”
Selecting the color that works in a soft green room is not easy, and timing is everything. After much thought and way too many yellow paint chips to view, I made a decision to purchase two quarts of various tones of yellow paint. Within a day of moving the bookcase to the garage, our three week rains began and progress slowed dramatically. Having the bookcase back in the studio by the end of May is the plan. Meanwhile, the books are scattered over the bed and down the floor line, leaving me confounded when I walk into the disarray.
The last time I painted furniture it didn’t bother my wrists
and shoulders, it didn’t leave my shoulder throbbing, nor did it affect my golf
game. Thank heavens for Aleve.
Meanwhile, one of our other gardens grows Nutsedge and a wild spreading violet, which is beautiful when in the correct space, but a nuisance as it spreads its dainty heart shaped leaves where I don’t want them. Bending and searching for roots I can rid the garden of nutsedge with the herbicide specifically to kill nutsedge. As for the violets, the directions say wait till fall to kill the plant or dig, dig, dig…..What to do?
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| How to get rid of Wild Violets |
I would rather write. Sitting here I can watch the birds at
the feeder, people walking by, children on bicycles and skateboards, the irises that have bloomed, yellow day lilies in
bloom, purple salvia, and rabbit’s ears covered with purple stalks of color and surrounded by
bees. I like sitting here. It doesn't cause me any pain.
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| Our ceramic bunny lost his ears over the years. The lizard is covered with salvia, and the ground cover wound its way through the Never Die, sedum. |
A break in our day as we met Leah Jackson for lunch at Baguette.
Time has passed and I have yellow on my hands from giving
the bookcase another coat of paint. I opened Facebook and read that it has been
58 years since the Class of 65 graduated from Miami High School. Hum, that may
be why it’s not so easy to work on all of my projects.
Later, I will return to the studio and continue the
research on the Miami Golf and Country club 1963 (Miami Golf and Country club, History )
Tomorrow is filled with a round of golf with friends. I love life.
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