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The Gardens in Springtime–Garden Bloggers Bloom Day!

Spring has come to South Alabama, and I plunge into a sort of gluttony, grasping far more than I can afford in time and energy to plant and transfer and tend, a lot of triage gardening, and the forced practice of balance. My method is to work outside until I cannot stand it anymore and have to take time to write and read, and when things get really out of control in the kitchen, I clean. I’ve actually picked up hens and put them in a few garden spots to weed for me. They do a great, if careless job. We’re having many a night of hotdogs and beans for supper. I would like to remember that spring does this to me, so I can prepare myself.

St. Joseph's Lily

St. Joseph’s Lily. My first, and it is grand. I’ve read it is hardy. We shall expect the best from it.


Ajuga is a magical plant. Do you believe it–I’ve read the description of the ajuga flower as being of no consequence. Not to me!


Louisiana Iris, had them several years, and this is the first they’ve bloomed, thanks to abundant rain this season. I have deep purple one’s too.


Homestead verbena. The fragrance is a delight, and the blooms lasting in a vase.


They come up like magic. These showed up between the ponds three years ago. I thought the sword leaves must be some sort of weed, but they were pretty. Then I began having these sprout in various places around the yard. I learned here on GBBD that they were heirloom gladiola plants. Each year the group has gotten larger between the ponds, and this year they are blooming like crazy, to my heart’s delight.


Stella D’oro daylily, troopers.

My abundant thanks to Carol of May Dreams Gardens for beginning GBBD all those years ago. Visit her site to see more gardens from around the world!

Happy Easter!

I was walking around the back of the azalea bushes, and was surprised to see these. Ruby amaryllis blooms, stretching with determination toward the sunlight. Azalea branches were poking across them, as if in equal determination to hold them back. I cut away the branches.

This morning I ran out to see if the amaryllis in the azaleas had bloomed. They hadn’t, but, get this, on my way back to the house, I happened to glance over and see this in the shade of the pecan tree:
amaryllis 2

Happy Easter, dear friends. Sending thanks to all my blogging friends and people who stop by to say hello. Very often you help me to have a new perspective, and bring sunlight into my life.

Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in spring-time. ~Martin Luther.

The Stick, the Chick, and Me…

Here’s how it turned out since my previous post:

The gardenia stick is dead as it’ll ever be.

I believe I killed it by procrastination. I would have done better to plant it in a little pot the instant I saw the roots. I kept saying, “I’ll do that tomorrow.” I am still saying that, because the stick is still in its cup beside my sink. You win some, you lose some, but at least you tried, and in every case you gain more knowledge.

I appear to have won out better with Elvira.

She can now walk well and for longer periods. She continues to often hold her right foot in an arched position. She can grip with the foot, however.

I am now the reluctant owner of a somewhat lame truly backyard chicken. Our Elvira spent much of the past three weeks in our backyard, with overnights in private accommodations in the garden room. After much picking up and carrying, much confinement so she wouldn’t overuse the leg, soaking her feet and legs in Epsom salts and coating with antibiotic cream (she had red spots of inflammation on her feet), she now follows me, comes at the sound of my voice. I’m not altogether happy about a pet chicken, but there you are. She is giving eggs again. As of yesterday, I eased her fully back in with the flock. She was as reluctant to do that as I was to have a pet chicken.

I look forward, and press on, with making this book available in the coming month.

On the Me front, I’m writing again, purposefully, enthusiastically. I have, in these weeks that I’ve been tending a chicken and silent on this blog, finished revising and expanding a novella I originally wrote and published with Silhouette Books twenty years ago. Oh, the delight the moment I realized I had finished the final edit–and that I was happy with it!

I am in the midst of learning how to e-publish. I’ll be writing more on all of this in the coming weeks.

In the words of Rainey Valentine, my heroine in Lost Highways:

I don’t know where I’m goin’, but I’ll know when I get there. ~Rainey Valentine, Lost Highways


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