Through the Year

Perhpas we have not seen the last of winter here in Massachusetts, but the days are growing longer. Last year at this time, we had over 80" of snow. The lack of snow cover this year is startling to any gardener, who prefers that a nice blanket of snow covers all important perennials and protects them from drying winds. It also provides a good measure of moisture, seeping into the ground at the first thaw. We are now experiencing signs of spring, besides the almost freakish warm temperatures.

"And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast,

   And been bow'd to the earth by its fury;

To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd

   Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury -

Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime,

   The regrets of remembrance to cozen,

And having obtained a New Trial of Time,

   Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen'"

Purple Flowers

"The trees are bare, wild flies the snow,

     Hearths are glowing, hearts are merry -

High in the air is the Mistletoe,

     Over the door is the Holly Berry.

Never have care how the winds may blow,

     Never confess the revel grows weary -

Yule is the time of the Mistletoe,

     Yule is the time of the Holly Berry."

William Stanley Braithwaite

Mistletoe

"I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colors are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow, Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content."

Lin Yutang

Rosemary

"I am rich today with autumn's gold,

     All that my covetous hands can hold;

Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,

     A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,

Huge golden pumpkins in the field

     With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield,...

Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss

     With autumn glory such as this!"

Gladys Harp

Lucille Tomato Soup

It looks as though I have totally missed a month of blogging. August just slipped through the cracks, and I can't retrieve it. So I'll just have to move forward with September, which is a better month, anyways. August brought us an earthquake (though I never felt it) and a hurricane wannabe, who left plenty of destruction in her wake just the same. An ancient apple tree on my property gave up, and about one-third of a persimmon was felled by high winds. I have never - in the 27 years I've lived here - been without power for more than around 24 hours.

Fairy Garden

The end of July finds me back at home, after traveling to two wonderful events. The Annual Meeting and Educational Conference of The Herb Society of America was held this year in Pittsburgh, PA  from June 24 through June 26. Included were lots of wonderful speakers, including Jekka McVicar, who gave a lively talk on uses of herbs. Jekka is from the UK, and brought her special brand of humor and knowledge of many unusual herbs. She also experienced "ribbon-envy" as she noted upon her arrival that she did not have ribbons designating various aspects of the conference.

Marshmallow

The man who wants a garden fair,

    Or small or very big,

With flowers growing here and there,

    Must bend his back and dig.

The things are mighty few on earth

    That wishes can attain.

Whate'er we want of any worth

    We've got to work to gain.

It matters not what goal you seek,

    Its secret here reposes:

You've got to dig from week to week

    To get Results or Roses.

Edgar A. Guest

Horseradish

WHITE IRIS

As I look down my garden walk

   I see white iris stalk on stalk

Lifting their heads in clear surprise

   At a white swarm of butterflies.

I cannot tell which is more white,

   For both are charged with April light,

Or which will first take wing and rise,

   The iris or the butterflies.

HSA Seasonal

Mother Nature can be capricious at times. The April 1st snowstorm here in the Northeast is an example of her volatile nature. After a long, cold, snowy winter, we were already anticipating the appearance of spring, eagerly awaiting those elements that mean spring in New England. Crocus, daffodils and other spring plants were emerging, and other perennial plants were shrugging off their winter torpor and showing signs of activity. Then, BAM! A heavy wintry mix of the dreaded white stuff, which had pretty much disappeared in spite of the almost record snowfall of the past season.

Pussy Willow

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