Subscribe To Postcards From The Hedge
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
"Can I cut some? For my mom?"
Or course you may - come any time. They could use a haircut, and I have kid-sized shears. But be very sure you know where all your fingers are before you squeeze the handles.
Friday, February 26, 2010
When I stumbled a few days while dragging the hose down, I got mad. And scared. So today I took the claw and tore the staircase apart and re-built it using the stair formula. (Twice the rise plus the tread = 28 inches.)
Now you can come visit and you won't have to crab-walk! You can wear heels, and drink wine, and comment on how the hellebore have never been more stunning, and isn't the loropetalum lovely? but don't come until it quits raining - it's getting dark at noon and the wind is howling - I think there's a storm front coming.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
On my way to Jan’s yesterday, a quail ran across the road in front of me. I slowed to a crawl, for I’ve never seen a solitary quail, they always travel in herds. Okay, okay, I know - officially it’s a covey, and a gaggle of geese and a murder of crows - but when quail are scampering along the ground they look just like a herd.
As I crept forward another quail popped out of the brush on the opposite side of the road. He feinted a few times, then dashed across the road right in front of my bumper. He was followed by a dozen more quail in a scuffling scurrying panic.
As they disappeared into the manzanita I felt unexpectedly happy. And grateful I had slowed down.
I’ve never seen a pressed quail on the road, so I suspect I could have continued apace, but the wild things right now have house-building and baby-making on the brain, and they are not cautious. So I feel more responsibility for them.
Later, on the way home, I saw a squirrel ten toes up in the middle of the road, his little dead paws clutching at the air. I think he must have misjudged a leap, for there was not a mark on him.
I once had a friend come to visit who parked his car in my driveway with the sunroof open. When he opened the door as we were saying goodbye a very irate squirrel dashed out of his car, chattering and scolding. We think he fell off the wires that crossed the driveway, and into the car through the sun roof. We were amused; he was not. But he was very lucky, for every day or so there is the sad sight of a new dead squirrel in the street.
I thought about how seeing wild things, quiet and shy, makes me feel all is right with the world. And seeing wild things dead brings a sadness that lasts a long while. We in our cars are unwitting predators; it’s not a fair fight. So I will slow down and cede the right of way to those creatures who were here first. It's the least I can do for the leap of joy they bring to my heart.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
We are thinking of getting a hive. Evan who builds beautiful stone walls and gardens also builds old-fashioned hives. I have no idea what that means, but maybe if we build it they will come...we had bees swarming in our garden late last summer. Perhaps this year they will stay. I hope. An empty bee house would be too sad.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
You should have seen them trying to ring me up! they have this little zappy gun but I wouldn't let them take the plants out of the tray...
Every time I look out the window at the trees dripping and the bare branches I see this and I smile.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I have been seduced. By a yellow hose at Navlet's. I know, I know, in lectures and articles I have railed against loud hoses, against the seasick green of most hoses - who thought that color up? and has he ever actually been in a garden? and against rubber hoses in general - they are too heavy, when dragged across the garden they do a bit of amateur bulldozing, making a hash of your newly planted lettuce bed. I know better than to let it loose in my garden, and yet I am ignoring my own advice.
I picked it up and put it down. I walked out of the store, and I almost made it to my car. I went back - I could not resist the siren song of that yellow garden hose. It comes in red, too...but I was smitten by the yellow.
It looks great in the back of my car. We will have to see how it looks in the garden. I suspect it will migrate around a bit before settling into a permanent home - like so many of the plants in my garden.
What's next - gnomes? I shudder to think.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Well it doesn't look like that now. Daffodils are blooming, hellebores are ringing, and daphne makes the whole garden sweet and citrusy. It has been raining for weeks, suddenly it's sunny and I am going out to prune roses and pick daffodils. And maybe move a lilac.