Thursday, July 5, 2018
This year the planets aligned and the bramble fruits were ready for picking on a weekend when the temperature wasn't absolutely sweltering. I was out in West Union Garden's fields by 8:00 am last Saturday. By 11 am I'd picked 15 pounds of red raspberries and an equal weight of blackberries. I was really, really tempted by the tayberries, but decided that 30 pounds of picking was enough for one day.
After all the pureeing and all the washing, up my apron was ready for a good laundering.
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
I've just finished sewing the binding down on this lap quilt. using fabrics from another withdrawal from the First National Bank of Fabric (and Quilt Batts)
Friday, June 15, 2018
During my after-dinner garden tour I turned around to find this fine specimen of a skunk having a snack of sunflower seeds under the bird feeder, not six feet away from me. I tip-toed into the house to grab my camera so that I could get this picture. You'll understand why I didn't try to get any closer.
I made conversational noises at it with absolutely no effect. Either it can't see or hear me, or it's too hungry to care about that big bi-pedal thing making those funny noises. It could also be an escaped pet, as it's legal in Oregon to keep a pet skunk.
When I'm sure it's gone I'll take down the bird feeders. Skunks are undoubtedly handsome creatures, but I just don't think I need to provide a feeding station for them.
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
As part of my effort to start drawing down my strategic reserve of fabrics and quilt batts I recently decided to re-organize my scrap bin. I do this every seven or eight years, but until now I never had any clear goals in mind.
This time I had some rules. I even wrote them up.
The fabrics in this picture, however, failed the "large enough to produce a 5 1/2 inch square" test, so they've been put into their own little box, on the theory that they might come in handy someday for mending (I have a real talent for tearing out the corners of my apron pockets.)
This all reminds me of a lovely book, String Too Short To Be Saved.
Thursday, May 31, 2018
A foxglove and an apple tree trying to grow into the same space.
The foxglove is a carefully tended volunteer. I thought it might like getting a little shade from the apple tree, but there has been a certain amount of bickering about hogging the sun.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
I'm a fool for just about any member of the dianthus tribe. I'm also a little stingy with my gardening dollars, so I'd rather spend $3.00 on a packet of seed than $6.00 for a single plant. The only problem with that strategy is that I seem to be incapable of a.) sowing less than an entire packet of seed and b.)keeping the labels up to snuff.
So my more or less nameless collection of pinks and their carnation cousins is just beginning to bloom.
This red one, below, I do know is Fenbow's Nutmeg Clove Pink. Several years ago, for reasons I no longer recall, I decided that I would not be able to lead a happy and productive life without having a Fenbow's Nutmeg Clove Pink in my garden. It took some time to track down seed and of course this variety turned out to be hard to grow, so the first season I ended up with only two plants. The following season I tried propagating a few cuttings and had pretty good luck, so now I have six plants. The Fenbow's is a nice, clear red pink, but one really grows them for their amazingly strong clove scent, which regrettably I cannot share with you via photograph.
Thursday, April 12, 2018
A few days ago I cut a couple of tulips to bring in the house. Though they're same color, they're different varieties, which became very apparent over the course of a few days. And although it's a little hard to tell, the demure tulip in the background is horribly embarrassed by its wanton cousin.