Howdy, friends. It’s been a very long while… Since I last posted we’ve been transplanted – twice! Once from our suburban Texas garden to the bustling city of Washington, DC for a year sabbatical; and then back to Texas, but this time to a new place in the country. Of course I’m wishing now that I had kept a running log of all the things that happened in that time frame here on the blog, but regrettably I didn’t. Instead, I used Instagram, the “micro-blogging” platform to post about #allthethings (okay, maybe just some of the things) going on in the garden of my life. Feel free to peruse my feed @grwhryrpltd if you’d like to see what I’ve been up to lately. I hope to write more about our next chapter in life once we get a bit more rooted into our new digs.
Can I just start out by saying how much I enjoy attending the Garden Blogger Flings…? Even if I cringe a bit, sorry, at the term “Fling.” While I have yet to post about Asheville (2012) and San Francisco (2013) – and don’t get me wrong, they too were amazing – I had a such a great time in Portland, Oregon (PDX) for this year’s round of garden touring and plant oogling with 80 or so fellow gardenerds. While it’s a bit intense and somewhat exhausting for the introverted amongst us to try and play catch up with everyone, let alone meet & greet the newcomers, it’s also incredibly invigorating and inspiring to hang out with them while touring so many wonderful spaces in three jam-packed days. Kind of how reading the previous sentence tires you out 😉
The PDX Fling crew (Scott, Loree, Jane, Heather & Ann, along with their spouses, friends, and fuzzy four-legged creatures) did an outstanding job! We toured all over Portland to see specialized nurseries, private and public gardens, and the headquarters of Timber Press. The weather even surprised us with blue skies, hot temps in the mid-90’s, and just a bit of thunder and rain on the last day to ensure we experienced the “Portlandia” effect.
Our first event was a “pre-fling” cocktail party at Pomarius Nursery. Proprietor Peter Lynn welcomed us to his artfully arranged space full of interesting foliage plants and architectural accoutrement. First to distract us from plant shopping was the Tamale Boy food truck, beckoning us with giant tamales wrapped in steamy banana leaves. Libations were ready, on ice, under one of the shade structures. Nice!
We wandered the many plant rooms of Pomarius…
We stopped to sit and chat with old friends and new…
Wandering the grounds made me wistful for a specialized nursery of my own…
If only my fair city had such an offering…
I was immediately drawn to this cast of characters… cause really, these are my people, can’t you tell…?!
The nursery had its own army of honey mavens, swarming a somewhat Swiss (? Belgian? Welch?) inspired hive design.
Adjacent to the nursery was a trio of modern buildings housing an architectural firm appropriately suited to the nursery’s aesthetic.
A tower above balances a sunken garden below…
I could envision a live+work situation here
Such a well-hewn gate with hearty detail…
As we boarded the bus to return to the hotel nursery owner Peter grabbed his own photo of the garden paparazzi lucky to spend an evening on his grounds. I hear he made several time lapse videos of the event as well… thankfully we were all on our best behavior.
If I do say, this was the best start to a garden bloggers fling yet. The setting, the refreshments, the leisurely time to wander around with others amongst plants. We all left with smiles on our faces. Whatever may the next days hold?
No, we’re not up and moving again, though I may wish that to be the case by the end of the weekend. Time to head to Portland, Oregon for the 2014 Garden Bloggers’ Fling
Yes, it’s been ages since I’ve last blogged… Yes, I’ve had lots of intentions to update this space with goings on in the garden for oh, what seems like two years now (could it be…? yikes, sorry guys) I never got around to posting anything about the Asheville Fling or even last year’s San Fransico Fling (that I helped coordinate from afar), let alone the garden events that occurred in between or since then. My bad… I blame it on Instagram making it too darn easy to upload a photo with a simple caption, have a “conversation” with friends and complete strangers (much like I did here), and move on to the next thing. At least you could’ve been following along with my Instagram and Twitter feeds located in the sidebars here on the blog. Oh well, in my mind’s eye, I tried.
I’ve often thought of re-designing the format here, I just haven’t found one that I like. I’ve even thought of completely overhauling it into a website. I guess in not taking the time to read other blogs consistently, I haven’t dedicated the time to updating or learning how to customize mine. I’ll get around to it. One of these days…?
I took a look at who’s coming to the Portland Fling, and while I’m only half-way through the list I’m impressed with the content I’ve seen so far. Others are obviously finding the time to blog, so maybe I should too. If nothing else, I look forward to sharing time with fellow gardenerds visiting public and private gardens, nurseries, independent garden centers and the like. I’m sure there will be lots of conversation about the state of the garden blog, and what’s coming at us next along the garden path.
I’ve been thinking and dreaming about paths a lot lately…
So I pulled up a few quotes on the subject, and like how the following flow together:
Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.
-Henry David Thoreau
March on, and fear not the thorns or sharp stones in life’s path.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
We ourselves must walk the path.
I’m not sure where the path I’ve chosen to take is ultimately leading me, but I’m grateful for all the places, people and experiences it has brought me. Here’s looking ahead to the Garden Bloggers Fling just around the corner in San Francisco later this week.
the great backyard bird count is coming up – not this weekend, but the following weekend, so get ready! i’ve participated every year since moving to texas, and it’s amazing to see who all flies through the area and stops for a while in our garden. the cedar waxwings are one of my favorite species to watch and listen for.
The Great Backyard Bird Count (GBBC) is for everyone, from beginner birdwatchers to experts, and for the first time ever, anyone can participate from anywhere in the world. Counting birds provides scientists and researchers with a real-time snapshot of winter bird populations. Each checklist submitted during the GBBC helps the National Audubon Society, Cornell Lab of Ornithology, and Bird Studies Canada learn more about how birds are doing, and how to protect them and the environment we share. Please join us for the GBBC, Friday, February 15th through Monday, February 18th, and together we can make our local birds count! (source, GBBC)
head on over to the GBBC website to learn how to participate. it’s fun & easy to do! plus, your efforts aid scientists in mapping bird migration patterns. admit it, you always wanted to be a scientist. here’s your chance…
i know, it’s been a long time since i’ve posted, but life’s been busy. mostly with things that so quickly fill idle days that they spill over into restless nights. thankfully, as a dear friend once said, tomorrow’s another day.
speaking of, it was an unseasonal 80 degrees in central texas today(!), yet the snow is once again falling here at grow where you’re planted. if nothing else, the animated pixels help to remind me that no, it isn’t the time for donning halloween costumes but to trim trees, plug in the sparkly lights and bask in the warm glow of an oven filled with sweet and savory treats.
in a few days the winter solstice will be upon us and the hours of daylight will balance those of darkness. it brings to mind a song and animated short i’ve twice now seasonally featured, the winter song, sung by sara bareilles and ingrid michaelson. (pardon the short ad)
i’ve appreciated the story it tells, that spring will once again triumph over winter. this time however, listening to the lyrics immediately brought to mind the recent tragedy in connecticut… i couldn’t help but let the tears well up in my eyes and fall on my face, particularly to these lyrics
this is my winter song / december never felt so wrong / because you’re not where you belong / inside my arms
i watched the animation, and again, the tears fell during those lyrics. but watching the little girls play in the woods, looking for any signs of life and finding a heart emerging from the snowmelt made me wonder as if there might be hope afterall… hope for more nurturing… for more care and compassion… for more time discovering and celebrating the tiny miracles that constantly surround us… amid so much darkness, fear and pain.
this is my winter song to you / the storm is coming soon / it rolls in from the sea / my love a beacon in the night / my words will be your light / to carry you to me / is love alive
this past weekend we heard eliza gilkyson sing & play with her band at the austin armadillo christmas bazaar. while looking up her albums afterward i coincidentally stumbled upon a song she wrote in response to the 2004 indian ocean tsunami, requiem. i recall connecting to it when i first heard the duet she performed with her daughter. since then it’s been performed by various groups in response to several challenging moments we’ve since experienced… for katrina… and japan… perhaps it’s already been shared for newtown. i don’t think she played this song at the bazaar – if she had, there wouldn’t have been a dry eye in the room. it’s a song that allows one to grieve and lament, but to also be embraced and consoled. i find comfort in these particular lyrics
mother mary, full of grace, awaken
mary, fill the glass to overflowing / illuminate the path where we are going / have mercy on us all
oh mother mary find us where we’ve fallen out of grace / lead us to a higher place
in the dark night of our soul / our broken hearts you can make whole
oh mother mary come and carry us in your embrace / let us see your gentle face, mary