I went for a walk on the Boone Greenway and discovered a wetland created in the middle for teaching about nature and controlling the mosquito population.
This jewel was created in a low spot next to a stream to control runoff.
I recognized many wetland natives and spotted two deer living right in the midst of folks out walking.
This type of thing makes me very happy. The more people learn about nature the more they will appreciate and respect it.
It seems as though the garden celebrates its survival through the summer in September. I know if I can just keep plants alive until now that they will experience a second wind. My new Oxblood Lily has shown up to celebrate fall.
Oxblood Lily
I am glad that I am home to enjoy this last little splurge of garden flowers.
Thomas Edison dahlia
The blue ginger has finally settled in after years of struggle. It bloomed last year but is much healthier now.
Blue Ginger
The Life Saver plant, Huernia zebrina, is putting out many blooms and buds.
Life Saver Cactus
Even the Night Blooming Cereus is budding one last time.
The dahlias are blooming as well. I am glad they survived another summer of neglect.
Firepot dahlia
I guess all living things breathe a sigh of relief as cooler and wetter weather moves in. I am glad to be home for a bit.
I love my flowers for their colors and forms. Some of them remind me of other things that I love.
This hibiscus reminds me of the orange sherbet that my grandmother would serve. There was orange or light green and sometimes a mix of orange, green and yellow. It was very cold so I would swirl it around in my bowl to make it soft and creamy.
When I look at this hybridized orange hibiscus, I see a bowl of swirled sherbet.
Years ago I made a Key Lime pie for Rose. It is her favorite dessert. Of course I planted some seeds from those little limes. Now the tree is over six feet tall in its giant pot on wheels. It must be hauled inside for the winters.
The tree has made tiny white blooms during the summer for a few years now.
This year is the first time it made limes.
They are tiny even by Key Lime standards. I am hoping they will continue to get larger.
This is what we gardeners live for, our hard work coming to fruition at last.
It is time to start moving things out of mama’s house. It must be cleared and painted then sold.
My sister and I are struggling with this reality as we march toward the inevitable.
I have sorted, packed and polished.
Now it is time to wash the glass. Not fancy, expensive crystal, just lovely little objects of glass.
I am washing these by hand like my mother and grandmothers and great grandmothers did. Standing over a hot sink, hands pruned by the dish water, looking out the window.
Remembering the desserts that were in these bowls and stemmed cups… the colors of jello, the 1-2-3, the pudding and blueberry desert.
We loved the sweet and sparkle at the end of a family meal.
I will keep a set of these for making special little deserts for the children in the family just like they did.
I am honoring my past by washing glass with warm soapy water and tears.
I am trying to make old things beautiful. I am a caregiver. I want everything at its best.
I believe the possessions of my family deserve respect. They chose these items. They bought them when money and resources were scarce. These are the things they saved and passed on. They have value in many forms, not just monetary value.
I learned this lesson from a strange, little, tarnished spoon.
There is a bowl of mismatched, silverplate, serving pieces at Mama’s house. I have been sorting and polishing all things silver and brass.
Among these utensils was a strange-shaped, blackened spoon. Its design matched nothing else in the bowl. It even had remnants of silver polish dried in its crevices.
Polishing such a faceted piece is hard work. Someone must have decided it wasn’t worth the effort.
I had to rub every bit of it multiple times to see its shine. It was like the sun emerging from a cloud.
That strange, little spoon is a gorgeous work of art. It has a P on the handle for Pearson, my great grandmother’s married name.
I spent a lot of time researching the mark of the maker; a lion on hind legs facing left, holding a snake, standing in a C.
It was made by Frank W. Smith Silver Co. of Gardner, Massachusetts. Its pattern name is Oak.
It is a treasure. I told my sister I fell in love with the spoon and must keep it. It spoke to me, you see.
Be careful while sorting and choosing what you keep. You may miss out on a tarnished treasure.
I am staying at Mama’s now, so we added the internet so I can work from here.
I came across these photos of Barley and Charlotte while researching Daddy’s shop equipment.
I used some of these in a post entitled ‘Busy and Not Busy.’ These two bunnies kept me busy! They were a lot of work, but also a lot of fun.
Why was Barley covered in dirt?It seems that Charlotte had decided to dig a hole beside him. Barley had decided to stay put.She was usually moving and he was usually not moving.
Charlotte: Busy, Barley: Not Busy
I miss these two. Now, I am too busy to take care of any pets.
My garden is surviving without me thanks to my neighbor and family watering plants during these HOT days.
Mama is doing well. Sis and I are sorting 65 years of belongings. We are keeping the treasures that bring back the memories. I will post on this occasionally.
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