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A Volunteer Adventure
A glamor shot of a daisy I grew from seed at home and transferred down to the garden. There was much fretting about this plant and its ability to survive and it is a gift to see it thrive and pr...
One Thing at a Time
From the garden this morning. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately. Unexpected things coming up, like the day and a half notice that they are painting our building and we must remove everything...
Easy Beauty
I was listening to this discussion last week about easy beauty and difficult beauty. I took this picture last weekend in a front garden that Mrs. Sherlock and I visit about three or four times a...
Opportunities Abound
From the garden Wednesday morning. The first haul of all three varieties of tomatoes. I left a bunch of the smaller yellow ones out for my neighbors yesterday. Miss E. is turning 22 next Friday...
What it Is
From our walk on Saturday. So cheerful. We chose a neighborhood we know well, that is flat with bluff views of the river and a fun array of front gardens. We were trying to figure out how to pro...
Bolero?
It is crepe myrtles on the flower clock. And sunflowers. We have turned toward fall. And today it is overcast and cooler than it has been. I was able to sit on the east side of the bus this mor...
Nothing Much - Not a Bad Thing
Mrs. Sherlock was released by her orthopedist a couple of days ago and is now living without her sling. She needs to be working with a PT but there are no appointments available for a couple of ...
The Known World
I am so drawn to color. Maybe I was a particular kind of insect in a former life attracted to color. This is from the garden this morning just after sunrise, which is getting later and later. Th...
A Bouquet of Reasons
A newer shot of the pollinator garden. This morning the first sunflower head was open. As the community garden has partial shade in most parts, it is a little behind the local yard specific flow...
This Fleeting Moment
Yeah, yeah, just another lovely dahlia. I am endlessly fascinated by the colors and shapes, textures and because I take pictures of living flowers, imperfections. This was down at the garden thi...
Carlo and the Mat Class Setup
The leaf blower, weed whacker guys usually come on Thursday mornings sometime between 9 and 10 AM. They come right under my windows and if I am recording a class Zoom will block out my voice to ...
Doing All The Things
The Rose of Sharon is having a bit of a tough year. It is wild now in the garden and so far, this is the first full flower I have seen this season. The passion fruit are developing and there wil...
Let the Water Flow Down
This is the mental health plot in the community garden this week. I had a realization when I was listening to Thursday’s January 6 hearing. It is something I have known on some level hovering un...
The Seeds of Things
Yay, it is starting to be dahlia on the flower clock, however one pronounces it. We’ll have at least a month of gorgeous flowers. Speaking of flowers, because now I am totally hooked on starting...
Close In
Foraging. The blueberries are from the bush in my plot. The raspberries are poached. Yesterday there weren’t as many and I pulled only one of the golden raspberries off the bush in the sister co...
Summer Doldrums
A flowering weed coming up through the renegade strawberries in the plot next to mine. I have never used a home Covid test before, but I had these bumps on my arm that were either the results o...
More Than Ever
A clematis cascade. I have been learning about them. The three groups. Such a wonderful pop of color here as we move into late roses and hydrangeas on the flower clock. I continue to poach a few...
Not Gone for the Holiday
In case there was any doubt what season it is here… The big waterfront Blues Festival is back. I can hear it from where I live, the major 4th of July tradition in Portland. So even though we are...
In Defiance...Hope
Here is my work in progress. Last year I had leaf miners in the chard and beets and the amazing people at the Oregon State University extension gave me some tips on how to manage them organicall...
Night Shade and Morning Glory
From the garden yesterday. This is not my plot. Eggplant going to flower. Is this nightshade flower not extraordinary? The color, the detail. The stitches are out! He was going to leave one in ...
I Stand Accused
Now that the weather has turned, I need to get out more and take some photos. The marigold starts I planted last week are not doing too well. I am flummoxed. This morning I took the last of th...
Other People's Gardens
I am fascinated by other people’s gardens. You may have noticed. It is so much fun. The colors and textures, the spacing and the overall aesthetic based in the unpredictable nature of the whole ...
Rain, a Break, and Oh, More Rain
We had a couple of dry days, and I am beginning to fill out the garden plot with starts, yesterday, a tomato, the day before a bunch of marigolds. The strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and...
Flower Dreams
Foxglove on the flower clock. Lupines and Queen Anne’s Lace and the first wild sweet peas in the disturbed areas. A sure sign of summer. Did I mention that last week I watched all 13 episodes o...
A Life of Its Own
Love the buttery light from Tuesday here on the rose on this gloomy morning. Thanks for all your support. The facilitator of the book group thought my essay had enough interest to send out to th...
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What flits through at a particular time.
