If there is anything in my life I feel grateful for, its my garden and my chief shoveler, stump puller, rock hauler, digger, planter & builder extraordinaire, Dan the Man, who makes all things gardeney possible. Here is what he deserves a great deal more of, but hasn't gotten since May 2003 outside Cortona, Italy:

I dedicate this post to him and his lovely, stubborn gardeney curmudgeonliness.

When we first moved to our home it was January 2005, in the middle of Winter. The ground was hard, it was cold. There was mossy grass and lots of trees and a funny little red Japanese maple tree. There were two trees planted right in front of the front deck. When Spring came, we planned to cut them down. Then the Robins built their nests and there was a natural delay in our plans. Here are some of the babies.
The funny part of this delay is that I got a chance to see what other folks in my new neighborhood had in their gardens that grew well and that I liked. Since I had moved from Northern California 1000+/- miles north, I was unfamiliar and could use the input. But I was so anxious to get going that I am sure I would have planted things that I didn't have enough sunlight to grow successfully. Mine is not a rose garden kind of yard. It is not warm or sunny enough for anything but certain old wild types, or decendants of Rugosa roses, like this one, called Hansa. Fragrant and magenta in color, but I don't really want that as the dominant color in my yard, so I planted just the one. It's huge. Thank you little robin babies for making me take my time and look around more before I got crazy in the yard planting all the wrong things.

Rhododendrons & Azaleas

I lived in Takoma Park, Maryland for a long time and had a wonderful Azalea garden. So, nostalgically I was more than a little happy to have a yard that was cut out of a forested mountain and perfect for Rhododendrons of infinite varieties...

We also continue to plant Columbine near our largest Azaleas & Rhododendron bed, at the front of the bed. The bushes are growing and becoming taller than the Columbine, but is was a race the first two Springs here.

We intend someday for the entire big bed to be all Rhododendrons & Columbine, but this year some Forget-Me-Nots made their way into the mix and the blue was kind of nice. Now I will probably never get rid of them, either because they will come back naturally, or because I see something I like in it. It's easier to be flexible and accept a happy accident.


We have another area where we have planted shorter Azaleas, a few different Hydrangeas (Wow, Limelight is gorgeous), Taller Elderberry plants in the back to screen the neighbors yard and more Heuchera varieties in the front. We are also integrating some Spring flowering bulbs here and there. It's a work in progress and some other interesting things sometimes come up there in the weeds, which we are constantly after. There is something that grows around here that is kind of fern like and has delicate little pink flowers and a root system that will choke the life out of anything nearby. Don't be fooled by the appearance of delicacy, it too can be a terrible illusion.

We have a wonderful large deck off of our kitchen. I grow herbs right next to the door so I can grab what I want when I am cooking.

I also grow a collection of cocktail tomatoes in a barrel there. I have to plant early to have any success at all. The growing season is short here and I am better off starting with hothouse plants than seedlings. This year, Dan painted the deck in the early fall and extended the pergola to support a sunshade on the far side. I love it out here.

This is a view of an area that Dan cleared with a little help from me. There were trees, abandoned stumps, blackberries that had to be ripped out, and native ferns, which we cut back and kept. We planted a bag of 100 daffodils where we could see them from the windows and companion planted wildflowers, way to thickly it turns out. We got an enormous truckload of 4-way topsoil mix and it was a job spreading that stuff out. We keep doing that as we progress through the yard. Everything in life needs fertilizer and healthy soil or an equivalent. I love my red wheel barrow. It makes me think of Dr. Williams:
The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upona red wheel
barrowglazed with rain
waterbeside the white
chickens.
The Perennial Garden

This is my favorite part of the garden. I love how these plants demonstrate seasonality so clearly. The red Bee Balm in the front of this picture I started with a small three inch pot. I planted it the first year I moved here by the walk, and we have since divided it numerous times, planting it in a mixed row with Ribbon Grass and varieties of Lavender: right next to a dusty road that goes down to the lake. It catches the dust and draws lots of buzzing bees and hummingbirds. Behind it here are Irish Eyes Rudbeckia and Black Eyed Susans, next to it Catmint and Day Lilies in a variety of pinks, mauve, peach. Love them! There are also lambs ears. I found one variety I adore that has prehistoric looking huge leaves. I also have a very green type that has gorgeous coral bell like flowers. I have scattered a few of these here and there.

Here are Blue Salvia, Iris, & a closer look at the Irish Eyes. I think these pictures are from 2006, from the looks of the tiny rocks beside the bed above. Those have been somewhat improved with rocks I collect when we go to Lummi Island. All kinds of amazing rocks wash up on the shore there. We also dig some up as we develop our beds. We have found some one and two man sized rocks. We are collecting and sorting the rocks and using them in the landscape where we can.

2006 - A view over the crazy assed Cosmos in the wild flower garden.
The deck was reworked and stained along with the trim on the house this Fall. I love the new color palette. The Huechera along the walk is a gorgeous mix of dark exemplars and looks amazing in bloom and is colorful most of the year.
Dahlias

This Dahlia blew my mind. The blooms were as big as my husband's noggin! I have to cut them when it begins to rain because the stems can't support the weight of the flowers wet.

Here are a few more Dahlias with the Cosmos that were on steriods in 2006.
Drunk Driver Intervenes in Our Garden Plan

We are gardening away this grass little by little. That is our overall plan. No grass unless decorative in nature. No lawn mowing someday. The apple tree is no longer in the yard. A drunk driver took it out in the middle of the night. It had gorgeous green pie apples. There is always a certain amount of violence involved in gardening, one might say, but this is not the way to go about it!


In September 2006, just after the bottom floor of our house flooded with hot water for four days while we were away, a drunk driver careened through the garden and hits a tree, digging up the onions, murdering acorn squash & cucumbers, & misses the pole beans on the right. We were in the midst of figuring out what we had lost in the flood when this happened. It was stunning, to say the least.
Note the apple tree he took down to the ground on his way over to hit the much larger fir tree. We got $1500 from the insurance company and kept on gardening. If you look at the grass you can see the tracks where the vehicle exited our yard between the trees. We now have a Gala Apple, a grafted Plum tree that includes Satsuma and some kind of pollinator, and an Australian Bartlett Pear. No fruit yet.
This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

This is my favorite lawn ornament, no not the hummingbird feeder, Dan the Man! The man takes out stumps for God's sake!
Future Meditation Garden Area

Someday I hope to have meditation garden amidst these trees...in the meantime we keep it clean and natural forest.
Shade Garden

This is my grandson standing in front of our shade garden in 2006. This area has been developed quite a bit more since this picture was taken.

We added a Cornus 'Eddie's White Wonder' Dogwood to the shade garden this year. This is the classic white-flowering dogwood you see in gardens and parks everywhere in the Pacific Northwest in Spring. 'Eddie's White Wonder' grows to about 25 feet by about 20 feet wide, so this will give us a bit of privacy in our back yard too. So beautiful, and I can look out of my bathroom window or from the deck to see it. There are a mixed collection of small Azaleas such as impeditum variety, Geraniums, Jacob's Ladder, native ferns, varieties of Astilbe, varieties of Hosta, and some lime green Winter blooming Helleborus.
I will end this post here because it has gone on so much longer than I ever meant it to go. Life is like that in the garden, time disappears when you work in a garden doing things that you love, the work is challenging and worthwhile, it reveals so much about life, and yet, life still remains a mystery no matter how much you learn. Like some of the things that volunteer in the garden here and there, mysteries. Some are gifts, some are weeds. In the Winter, there are catalogs and so much that can be learned in preparation for the next growing season. I love it all.



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well done.
This is a multi-layered tribute to life itself. I write this in the middle of a huge Chicago snowstorm and right this very second, I can smell the flowers in your garden.
With profound thanks for a message that just brims with life.
& your garden is great- you, Corgilover, and Jeff- I wish my garden looked 1/2 as good as you alls.
You should invite Better Homes and Gardens out for a photo shoot. You have at least 4 green thumbs. Is that possible?
It is really impressive, but more impressive is the obvious delight you get out of working it and planning it and them marveling at the results. Tell Dan I am proud of him for doing all the things that I should have done but didn't. A better man by far than me, Gunga Din.
Beautiful.
Monte
rated
BBD - It does feel like a kind of paradise, all the things we love have some potential for being expressed here.
Donna - I appreciate that you noticed how we roll. I am not going to pretend like my hair didn't stand on end from some of what happened.
nanateahay -- Your garden has things about it that I adore. I love the tallness of many of the perennials that you have and Dan liked it too. We do that in places to create screening because we are on an open corner and the mailboxes for our neighborhood are on this corner.
Umbrellakinesis - I saw some gorgeous lavender farms over near you in Sequim, have you visited over there?
hyblaen -- I have 20 years on you. You will get there!
Monte - I do it all for the marveling really. I bet you aren't surprise.
XOX
Susanne
I could see myself falling asleep and listening to the birds. And when the rains come and the wind blows, the sound is as pure as heaven on earth.
And you write wonderfully; it was like being there. I'd be sleeping then your man, Dan, would hit me over the head with a rack and I'd run screaming in the woods as he yells "Come back here again and I'll use your head as a bird feeder!!"
Sometime beautifully gardens and the loveliness of nature has be combined with the oddity of life. Hence, Dan using my decapitated head as a bird feeder.
Sigh...
Oh, and I added you as a friend. Can you stand someone who equates your wonderful garden and the dreamy prose with a cut off head?
And of course, I want to come live with you now. Really. Your beautiful home and garden and your beautiful self and hubby are reason enough, but the clincher is WCW. The good doctor is (most days) by favorite poet. I even put out the bucks for the entire 2-volume collected poems years ago when I really couldn't afford it. I taught my son "The Red Wheelbarrow" when he was still a tot.
Your photographs are just exquisite as well. The colors and composition are so wonderful. I can't believe what a great photo you got of the baby robins. Hungry little pterodactyl babies, aren't they?
You have created a garden that anyone with a heart and even a smidgen of beauty in their soul should be able to fall in love with. Just like they should fall in love with you and Dan!
The neighbors comment on our garden quite often and a young artist who lives down by the lake painted the entwined cedars that are the center of our shade garden. We bought the painting from her show, fortunately it was small and we hadn't bought one another a Christmas present yet!
Renee
Hugs moana!
Heather, thank you for that. It's funny, but when I was studying poetry, ever so briefly, in college, beside the points that the instructors wished to make I kept being drawn to the garden and nature in poems and not so much to angsty wailing poems like my classmates. One of my Northwesty favorites is Sam Hamill of Port Townsend.
You have a beautiful place. It looks like a great place for a curmudgeonly gardener. You two seem very happy there.
;-)
Your reference to wild roses brought back a memory for me of when I first moved to Oregon. I grew up in the desert Southwest (El Paso, Texas) where the only wild plants were cacti, greasewood, ocotillo, tumbleweeds, and various other desert plants.
When I moved to Oregon, I encountered all sorts of wild plants in the woods that I had never seen; wild roses were among them. As a child, my mother had roses, and she fawned over them constantly, as it took a fair amount of effort to keep them in the desert. As a result of that, I guess, when I encountered “wild roses” it was memorable moment, but one that I had not thought of in years. I enjoyed remembering; thanks.
Rick, I remember those wild roses out in the country growing up in rural California. Five-petaled, with brutal little thorns and a wonderful fragrance. I think the variety up here in the Pacific Northwest is called a Nootka Rose.
Philosopher, gardening does the heart so much good. I am looking forward to it with you.
Sally, I have many friends who say that they cannot garden, but they do like to come and visit my garden, or enjoy the public rose gardens, such as we have here in Bellingham, or the famous ones such as Portland and the few that are on the Peninsula beneath San Francisco. One does not have to be a gardener to enjoy the product of love's expression.
Thanks for coming by everyone...
Thank you again for sharing.
I want a simple life
Like my mother
One true love for my older years
I don’t want your wars
To take my children
I want a simple life…while I’m here
The sun and moon walk hand in hand together
Trading places shining on the truth
The moon moves the bottoms of the oceans
So, the sun can bring a farmer’s hands to you
We all seek comfort in the light of day
And our tears can wash off in the rain
Everything we need is all around us
In simple time and simple ways
Mother nature talks
Whispering her thoughts
So the paths we choose to cross
Walk one more day
Say Hi to B'ham for me.
This is a beautiful post with a flowing narrative that weaves feelings into the images. Thanks for sharing these things with the OS community.
I will see if I can find Nancy Griffith's song somewhere and listen to it. The lyrics were perfect.
sciencechick, I'll wave hello there on my way tomorrow.
Dennis you seem to perfectly understand my motivation. Thanks.
Rated!
well, all's I can say is that you both have FINDHORN energies all around you. I have a book on FAERIES and it says that there are
still pockets of faeries in the Pacific Northwest. I now know
where they are!
I think you left off a word: Dan the "Green Man"
By the way, I so love dahlias. What an amazing massive flower.
Thanks for your sweet comments!