The Upgrade

Doesn’t everyone hold tight to a good thing, the moment they are sure that perfectly good thing is firmly in hand?  I can tell you this much about Howard.  He is very shy.  Strangers, and strange situations scare him.  He hates having his picture taken.  He lives under my desk, until the shop closes.   In much the same spirit as double bloodroot, hepatica and the yellow slipper orchid,  he would prefer that you not get too close, look too long,  or make any demands.  But the day that I handed him the above pictured giant rawhide treat, he was a new dog.  He had no problem looking me right in the eye.  As I got closer and closer with the camera, he never blinked.  Nor did he retreat.  No doubt, he had his teeth sunk into a good thing, and was not about to give it up.

I am not so sure I remember when I got my first computer.  It was not that long ago, given the sum total of my adult years.  But technologically, it was ages ago.  Both my computer at work and at home were the better part of 7 years old. I would have stayed the course with that 7 year old tool- why wouldn’t I?  My trowel is 20 years old, as is my garden spade and fork.  However, these tools have no moving parts.  They always work if I work.  The traditional garden fork and spade were first made at Clarington Forge in England by Cisterian monks-800 years ago.  The design and functionality of my tools-pretty much the same as they were then.  But as much as I would have liked to hang on to the same computer for the rest of my life, the wired world just doesn’t work that way.  Both of my computers had slowed down such that too much of my time was being spent waiting.  One minute and thirty seconds does not seem like a very long time to wait for a file of photos to open, but when when you deal in lots of photos, those minutes add up.   I dreaded the idea of new computers-and for good reason.  Though everything is the same, everything is brand new too.  My new pair have had plenty of glitches-most of which were glitches owned by me.  Operationally, they are not so much like my old computers.  But wow, are they fast.

The development of my landscape has been anything but fast.  Designing and implementing a landscape for a client is an equally slow process.  What takes minutes to accomplish in the landscape?  That would be wheeling the garbage out to the curb.  Or watering a pot of succulents that by the way didn’t need that water anyway.  Everything else about it takes loads of time.

So I have been in school for much of the past few days, trying to make sense of the new guys.  Our computer company picked them out and installed them-and answered their phone for me for 2 days afterwards.  Mike looks like he is 17 years old, and he handles a computer like a 17 year old-sure, fast, and confident.  Impressive, his command of the situation.  A good and patient coach proved invaluable.

My new computer at work has a big screen, and is too fast for me to keep up with.  What fun that is-especially now that I am starting to get the hang of it.

I also learned how to take a picture at home with my Iphone, and upload it here-ta dah!  The picture is almost sharp to boot-I just pasted the phone on the glass.  It’s starting to feel like the past few days were fun.

 

 

At A Glance: Christmas Dinner

My good friends host a Christmas dinner that is so beautiful, I cannot help but want to share their pictures.  The biggest change this year-a Christmas tree fashioned from tree branches from their own property.  The Branch trees this holiday season at the shop were an inspiration-I liked hearing that.

On the unusually deep window sills, fresh fruit and vegetables.

Tall stalks from Oriental lilies that they grow in the garden kept the tall tapers company.  The silver, white and green table decor is a beautiful contrast to all the color in the windows.  I was happy to see that the magnolia wreath I made them last year was hung in its accustomed place.

They set a very formal and very beautiful table.

But how they incorporate natural materials and greens is not only stunning, but appropriate to their farm setting, and their love of the landscape.

I so enjoy getting this set of pictures from them every year.

The contrasts in color, texture and mood is so beautiful, yet so graceful.

I admire how they labor over every detail, and how they thoughtfully send enough pictures so I can get a feeling for the moment.

I hope you enjoy these as much as I do.

A place setting

place card, water and wine glasses

silver candelabra, cones, greens, and chestnuts

antique salt cellars

How lovely to be invited to this Christmas dinner.

 

 

 

Monday Opinion: Inside Out

For the past three years, my sister in law Tine has sent me a Christmas ornament of the Eiffel Tower.  That is, she sends the same ornament, every year.  I don’t really know who makes them, or where she buys them, but I choose to believe she buys them in Paris, and brings them home for me.  This may be nonsense-her local Ace Hardware may carry them. Or maybe she found 20 of them in a resale shop somewhere.  I only know I have never seen them anywhere but on this kiwi topiary tree in my dining room. Not that I need any explanation.  They are beautiful-a very delicate pale gold and an equally elegant pale blue.  Like I imagine Paris to be. 

 I will interpret the meaning of this gift for you.  Pete and Tine go to Paris every year, in the spring.  She wants me to go with them to Paris, in late May.  Any year would be fine.  They would stay as long as I liked.  They would take me anywhere else in France I would like to go, for as long as I wanted.  We would see the gardens, of course.  But we would also see the shops the markets, and the museums-and surely, the Eiffel Tower.  Normandy-we would go.  The south of France-we would linger there.  She is extraordinarily patient about this request.  She does not lecture, berate, or attempt to persuade me.  She just sends me the Eiffel Tower Christmas ornament-a beautiful reminder of what could be.

There are so many places I would like to visit-the end of May.  France of course, and surely all of Italy.  The Chelsea Flower showI am certain it is extraordinary.  As for the Netherlands and Belgium-a spring trip would be lovely.  The spring in Spain-what is that like?  Does Iceland have a spring?  South Africa-I imagine the country, the wild flowers, and the gardens turn plenty of gardening heads in the spring.  Don’t forget Texas, or Philadelphia, or Scotland, or Vancouver.  I hear that the Appalachian mountains are beautiful in the spring.  What place on earth wouldn’t be grand in the spring?

It’s a good thing that I have a landscape and garden.  I am always home in the spring, more often than not, working.  Most of my exposure to spring in other places is anecdotal.  Other people’s gardens.  Other people’s trips in the spring.  Other people’s photographs.  via ther people’s writings, drawings, publications and music.  Lucky for me, considering I live inside my own world much more than out there.  A new year brings possibilities with it.  I have a standing opportunity to go to Paris.  And a standing date with the garden, come spring.  

 

 

 

Garden Moments 2012

What are great garden moments?  The shock of realizing after the first snow in January that the garden is entering its black and white phase-like it or not.  I cannot really explain why this constitutes a great moment-it just is. 

A great moment could be as short as the blink of an eye, or as long as 20 minutes.  Moments any longer than this- which are not necessarily great moments- have to do with dental appointments, grocery checkout lines, designing, fixing a zipper, or designing.  Moments that seem to go on forever have to do with traffic jams, speeches, meetings, and the sky in the dead of winter.  This wet and snowy February day, the color was unexpectedly rich and warm.  A warm winter moment.

Great moments in the garden are not necessarily that momentous.  It could be the first time you hear the birds singing in the spring, or the first sign of the hellebores and crocus pushing forth in March.  It could be the sun that bathes a landscape in jewel like light just after a rain.  It could be that moment when you realize that a tree or a bench would be strikingly better over there.  It could be that triumphal feeling that comes when a seed finally germinates, or that heady pleasure that spreads all over everything on a beautiful summer day.  It could be the day you decide without fanfare to become a gardener.  It could be the first day you drag debris to a compost pile.  It could be the moment that a long sought after vine arrives in the mail.  Or it could be that moment in March when it became shockingly unclear whether the dogwood buds would survive the hard frost.

Every gardener’s great garden moments are individual.  My garden is the color of lush in April.  I spend a lot of time drinking this in, after the winter which is always too long.  Nothing much to see here,  but that atmosphere of anticipation is palpable.

Talking about gardening is how gardeners relate to one another.  Our warm 2012 winter, and the relentless spring hard freeze made for a lot of anxious talk in my circle.  But in the talk, there was community.  We were all equally miserable, frustrated, and vocal over it. Roses blooming in May made me nervous.  Roses blooming only intermittently, a disappointment.

Of course my most precious garden moment in 2012 was that day in June, in my garden, when I told Rob and the store staff that I had put the store in trust for him.     

July belongs to the hydrangeas.  How I love them!

In August, the annual containers shed their adolescent gawkiness, and begin to look grown up.

In September, the containers are bursting at the seams.  This moment, coming after an entire spring and summer bringing them on, is pure pleasure.

In October, the color is as crisp and sharp as the cool air.  My Norway maple sheds leaves like crazy for a month.  The day I quit raking them up was a surprisingly beautiful day indeed.  All the yellow on the ground made for a moment.   

This might be my most favorite photographic moment of the gardening year.  The end of the season color of the asparagus and rose canes- perfectly melancholy. 

Not ever having chosen to have an evergreen garland at the holidays before, I was surprised at how very much I liked it.  Cozy is good when it’s cold and December.  Having a garden-good every month of the year.