Category Archives: Minimalist
This spring, along the back wall of my fenced-in garden, I planted sunflowers, scarlet runner beans, and morning glories. I didn’t read the “Heavenly Blue” package closely and watched the dense green foliage cover the fence with nary the sight … Continue reading
It’s a drag to finish a pleasant book. Then there are the books that are not delightful but once begun, must be finished. There are always interruptions. File this under “reading more than I thought I would this year.”
Dear Friend, This will be the first week I have not hand-written my weekly letter to you. I fell asleep with the twelfth Mitfod book on my chest and too many pillows under my neck. Around midnight, the rain tapped … Continue reading
Before my brother left for the Iowa State Fair, he kept talking about “the butter cow.” Silly me, I thought “the butter cow” would be some gentle bovine creature with big brown eyes and a set of abundantly generous udders. … Continue reading
Have I written a blog post about overcommitments, projects spinning like plates in the air, and borrowed time? Yes? Then there is no reason to do that today. This is a sidewalk strip garden on Maple Street. A woman named … Continue reading
I’m changing my blog schedule around. For starters, I’m moving my Thursday “Minimalist” series to Mondays. I saw this poster at the Seawicks Candle Company shop in Boothbay Harbor. I wanted to buy a candle, but my Yankee frugality stopped … Continue reading
Growing peas and climbing beans is a garden delight. This wall of beauty began with 10 or 12 seeds I saved from last year’s less than stellar runner beans. I’ll have seeds to save and seeds to share; let … Continue reading
Did I ever tell you there was an old clawfoot tub behind the barn? There was. Handy and I finally moved it this week. Not for plants; I’m thinking “solar tub” or “solar shower.” To be continued…
The Moxie Festival starts tomorrow! It’s a cute truck, but it won’t be in the car show.
Rose Campion, that is. Also known by common names “Dusty Miller” or “Mullein Pink.” Glorious and everywhere in the gardens this summer, this picture doesn’t do them any justice. Good morning, lovely gardens!