wrote this to ilona this AM on twitter.i write a haiku daily under the name ndawnis (“daughter” in ojibwe language) – finis! – too many words on my house, my yard, my landscape. descriptions over. vty, j-lea
Winter Hazel, Bee Balm, and pesky Privet
This will be the last post of my stroll around my yard, and the many so-called“problem” plants in the old landscaping around the house. it seems that nuisanceand problem are words applied primarily to a plant with aggressively spreading habits.most people generally prefer gardens without this type of intruder. i have found,over and over, that […]
the South-side Pariahs
first, i must explain that i don’t have a digital camera. i use myold minolta 35mm with complete satisfaction, and have beenphotographing my farm,and its many residents of all kinds for years. i don’t have have ascanner either, nor the inclination to go through the manydusty boxes of photos, looking for that perfect picture…i guess […]
Thrift, Daffs and the Three sisters
i cannot continue this ‘heirloom plant’ saga without mentioning a classic southernspring combination… the very-pink spreader creeping along walls and red-dirt banksis called”Thrift”( i believe it is a creeping phlox). so rugged and egalitarian, it appearsalong the roadsides frequently, at an old cabin or around a high-dollar iron gate; alongwith the host of common daffodils, […]
Old-Fashioned Nuisance Plants
magnolia, althea, yarrow and money-plant….i decided to take a walk around the old house today observing my world. i live in a typical old, sprawling, one-story southern farmhouse, with wide porches to the south and west. when i moved here, the landscaping told me someone once lived here who loved flowers and shrubbery. a hundred […]
reunion in the sunny south
ilona is “in the neighborhood” this week, visiting a daughter and grandkids.severaldays ago, i got a phone call telling me she had arrived. i have not talked to her in over20 years; although we communicate often in cyberspace, it was such a pleasureto hear her voice. i will be very glad see my old friend […]
