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Showing posts with label annuals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label annuals. Show all posts

In Defense of Procrastination: A Guest Post

Garden fairies here!

We are garden fairies and so we never do anything when we are supposed to do it. We procrastinate.  In fact, we are procrastinating right now and doing a mighty find job of it.  After all, what's the big rush all about? We are garden fairies, we need to think about what that really means because "rush" isn't really part of our vocabulary.

We do feel like there are some

A Coleus Knocked On My Door

Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

Solenostemon scutellarioides.

Solenostemon scutellarioides who?

Solenostemon scutellarioides ‘Crimson Gold’

No joke, those crazy taxonomists renamed the common coleus a while back to Solenostemon scutellarioides.

I checked out the pronunciation on the Fine Gardening website and have decided to stick with “coleus”. I have trouble with words that end in “ioides”

Wheelbarrow Planter Update



I heard a little voice in my head tell me that maybe I should experiment with other plants in my wheelbarrow planter before I committed some of the mini hostas to it.

Frequent readers of my blog may be asking, "Who's voice did you hear, Carol?"

Isn't it obvious?

Dr. Hortenstein.

Dr. Hortenstein is the experimenter. She likes to try new things and put together new combinations to see what

Life of a Marigold: A One Act Play

Life of a Marigold
A One Act Play
By
Carol M.


Cast of Characters

Marigold………………………….  A simple annual flower
Pruners……………………………. The villain turned hero

TIME: Late Spring
SETTING: A garden

ACT ONESCENE 1
(We see a simple annual flower, sunning itself in a garden, admiring its beauty.)

MARIGOLD
Oh, I am so proud of myself. I’ve grown a flower! And it is so pretty! Isn’t it the prettiest

Mignonette



Mignonette, picture from Select Seeds

"Soon the rumor of its fragrance carried it across the Channel to London where it was so much used in window boxes that a writer of the time said, "We have frequently found the perfume of of Mignonette so powerful in some of the better streets that we have considered it sufficient to protect the inhabitants from those effluvia which bring disorders with

Scarlet Sage

 I received some unexpected mail yesterday, a manila envelope from an aunt. Inside the envelope was a copy of a letter my Aunt Marjorie wrote in 2004 with memories of her father, and in particular her recollection as a child of how he spent his last months in failing health before passing away in 1937.

Of course, I did not know him, her father, my mother’s father, my maternal grandfather. I