The first flowers in Spring to show their silent beauty were the Lenton roses, English daisies and the delicate white magnolia blossoms. I believe Spring is truly here to stay in New England. Though currently there is a steady rain and heavy mist, we have had sunshine more times often than naught.
Taking advantage of a fresh clear blue sky, I captured the small but fragrant white blossoms on our magnolia tree.
Sun loving English daisies are spreading over our wildflower hill. They are the first wildflowers to bloom this spring. With the white and pink variety, the hill is awash in small flowers.
In the dappled shade of the main garden are the purple bell shaped Lenton roses. Their blooms last so long they sustain color in the garden until the columbine show their variety of colored flowers. This Lenton rose plant is approximately 8 years old. I can’t imagine the garden without it.
And lastly, the promise of delicious fruit crisps, pies and compotes sit in the noon day sun. As the rhubarb plants gather strength from the sun, I removed their flowers to create a hardier plant to produce tasty stalks.
My favorite time of the year is fall. Perhaps because I love change and become excited in the changes found in nature with each season. The cooler days, different smells from the forest and cooking with gourds gives me that feeling of nesting to come. Farmer’s markets brim over with jams, homemade pickles and lot’s and lot’s of apple products.
Strangely enough I start reading more poetry during the fall and winter months. I enjoy the poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning such as her 1833 poem “The Autumn”. I give you the first stanza below.
“Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.”
Capturing the colors of fall are easy however, finding those leaves or scenes that are unique are harder to find. When I was younger I would draw the individual leaves during their transformation from green to brown. Admiring each leafs individual color patterns always intrigued me.
I don’t draw them now though occasionally I still find ways of capturing them into immortality. The colorful birch leaf below is an example of the symmetry of changing colors. The veins of golden yellow, what is left of the green and its fringes of brown on the tips creates a magic only nature can know.
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Enjoy your Autumn season.
In my small town there are many gardens of various sizes. It’s only natural when you live in a wooded area to want to tame a part of your living space and control the environment. The orange day lily has been used for quick color for ages in New England. You will see them in almost every front yard, back gardens and even along the side of a road where no houses stand any longer.
The reason for the proliferation and longevity of these flowers is because they are passed around from neighbors and relatives freely. Day lilies are easily uprooted by the bucketful and transplanted in just about any environment. Your sister may have bought a new house and she has no color for July, get digging and plant them in the front yard by the rhubarb. Great aunt Jane has passed and her house is up for sale. By God get over there and grab some of her flower plants because it’s a New England right to take heirlooms from her beloved garden. She’d want it that way after all.
When I moved into my current house there were hundreds of these orange day lilies lining all four sides of the house and in a small garden. It was quite over whelming to say the least. Since then I’ve transplanted them up the road, given bucketfuls away to friends and even sold them in yard sales.
I have too many, that is true, however if I was to get rid of them all I’d probably be thrown out of New England. Perhaps they are a symbol of being part of a community, of showing the people who drive by that someone lives here. Someone takes the time to make sure this garden plot survives the winter or the hot summer humidity.
I don’t mind sharing if you need more. What? You don’t have any? Here, let me get my shovel.