cyclamen on the kitchen sill, morning

“It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light.”– Mary Dunbar

How lovely the silence of growing things …

this rose has the fragrance of fresh picked apples
zinnia, fading light

To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow. … well stated by Audrey Hepburn.

I know that I get my love of gardens, gardening, flowers, and nurturing from my dear mom. I grew up with her example, but more importantly, observing her dedication, hard work, devotion, and how much her soul gleaned from her interactions with her yard.

young yard needs to mature
bridal veil hydrangea — a favourite
my favourite spot where we enjoy morning coffee
even the deadheading remains are pretty
buddleia aka butterfly bush, white flower heads
fuchsia buds

Leave room in your garden for the fairies to dance.

cheerful gladiolas
Heidi is our twilight sentinel

Instead of offering up a soundtrack today, I’m offering up a delicious cake. If any of you are like me, and have an abundance of basil to use up, Sarah Kieffer’s Chocolate Cake with Basil Buttercream should make you glad you have all that basil on hand!

3 thoughts on “my yard welcomes you”

  1. Cyclamen are a remembrance of my maternal grandmother. She is remembered when we see them wherever we are. We just had “blushing bride” hydrangea planted this year. They are now a rich pink color. Your “deadheads” look like they would make a great potpourri. Beautiful series taking us through your garden.

  2. what a succulent garden. ours is suffering from extreme heat, but it still provides the greenery and quietness you mention.

    looks as if Heidi appreciates it as well

    Jane, our Persian cat is resting under the sod of our garden now and Brady, our Irish Setter is living on a day to to basis, ready to follow her

    the garden has a bittersweet feel to it now

  3. My mom was my greatest influence as well. As a military family we moved a lot & my mom’s first task was always to make each of those gardens beautiful. I grew up racing home for lunch to what I took for granted was the prettiest garden on the block.

    Later, when I was away to university and came home for special occasions she would drag me through the garden to discuss the plants. Of course, I would feign interest, given the cool kid that I thought I was lol!

    I like to think she would be very pleased to see the gardener I have become. She planted that seed and now I drag my son through the garden, hoping to do the same.

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