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Messy Gardens by Julie Carpenter To all the messy gardens I pass, the ones where the forsythia and quince have twisted around each other like jealous lovers who can’t let go, where the grass and daffodils have tangled themselves into a standoff, barely domesticated versus natural, at the base of dogwoods and fruit trees. To the little white farm house where the Carolina Jessamine is trying to pull off the garage door and crawl inside. To the one where the wheelbarrow is melting into rust at the back of the vegetable garden, abandoned in front of the blackberries, the old shovel swallowed by fugitive dill and basil. To the garden where the sweetheart rose has covered the privet and together they form a warren of caves, a fortress for a city of rabbits. To all these gardens, you have my love.
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I Am the Flower Avenger by Jarad Johnson Do you ever look at other people’s yards? I do. I’m always curious as to what my neighbors are growing. There are some basics that I’ve noticed: Forsythia, hostas, and roses. Forsythia in particular seem to be in every yard I see. Sometimes people have trees, but other than the wayward maple or redbud I don’t see them often. Often, houses will have hanging baskets on the front porch, or in one instance, a very sad looking petunia.
The Peck Lilies by Jarad Johnson I go to MTSU, and one of the things I’ve always appreciated about it are the plants and trees all over the place, especially on the older parts of campus, where my dorm is located (coincidentally, it strongly resembles an old school mental asylum, not exactly comforting, but a story for another day). There are different types of trees planted everywhere- redbuds, flowering pears, maples and huge cedar trees that look to have been there since the school was built. Of course, the newer side of campus is not as heavily landscaped, though they are making headway.
My Dream Garden by Jarad Johnson I’ve been home all week on spring break, and I’ve known that I would be writing this post the whole time, so I’ve had the opportunity to give this some thought. Naturally, I’ve been doing some preparatory work for my garden this year, and as I was doing that, I was thinking about this question. What is my dream garden?
Seeds are My Kryptonite by Jarad Johnson I don't know about you, but I'm ready for spring. I'm ready for gardening and plants, and the end of cold and wet weather. But through the course of the winter, I bought some seeds to start in my garden this year; actually, I bought a lot of them, hence the title of this post. I bought them, five or six (or ten, whoops!) at a time. I bought herbs and perennials, flowers and vegetables, and I tried to get lots of things for bees and pollinators. I have a particular fondness for climbing vines, and I bought four of those. Some of the more interesting ones (to me at least) include a plant called Kiss Me Over the Garden Gate, which grows up to eight feet tall, Agastache Navajo Sunset (a vibrant orange variety that attracts bees and butterflies), Saint John's Wort (which will look very appropriate in a cauldron I have), and the herb stinging nettle (which is often regarded as a weed but actually has lots of nutrients in it as well as antihistamine properties, and has been compared to spinach).
Winter Ghosts by Julie Carpenter I drove through the dark last night and the fog was on the move, like an army of ghosts. It wasn’t a sit down, settling fog, moving in with a steady purpose. It was one of those fogs that swirled itself into a solid cloud that totally obscured the moon soaked farms on either side one minute and broke into solitary wraiths the next, each with a different mournful aspiration, uncertain as to the path down which its hopes might hide. Amusing antics, but I was in no hurry to join their ranks so it was a bit of a harrowing drive. Here’s the road; now it’s gone, a funny joke for the specters of the fog, not so funny for me.
Spring is on its way- finally! Its a little too early for us at Sacred Chickens to start our gardening for this year, so were going to share what we plan to do in a couple of months. Happy reading and gardening! Julie
I’m in a condo right now with a tiny patio, but I’m looking for a house. I suppose the first part of my garden plan will be finding a garden. Until then, I intend to give unwanted advice to my children (that includes you Jarad) and have some heartfelt conversations with my all my friends’ plants. Essie’s house, for instance, needs some foundation plants. I’m planning a Lady Banks yellow rose in the center of the wall with some blue-ish hydrangeas and some pink azaleas out front. The house is a white, cottage-style, so I think colors from a children’s story will work out well. Evangeline is thinking of getting a deck, so we’ll need to figure out what to do with her hydrangeas and think of some acid loving plants that will do with a little shade to plant around it. I think I’ll push a few more herbs and some roses on Jarad. And my friend Kathy says some of her plants need a good talking to. I’ll be happy to get around to the rest of you too. Just send me a request. Mourning a Garden by Julie Carpenter My garden now consists of a table full of house plants I saved from the little farm in Fayetteville, TN. By way of confession, I actually bought a few more plants, a pot of primroses and a tiny orchid, regardless that there is no more room for them in this little place. Soon we’ll be forced to wear potted plants as hats. Crow has already attempted to use one as a litter box. |
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