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" I would like to live in the same soil as my ancestors, and walk under their trees, and do what they did, and think their thoughts. " - Elizabeth Lawrence. After 4 decades in Sweet Home Chicago I moved to North Carolina where my first Irish ancestor landed in the early 1700's. I'm an artist, garden designer and grandma blogging about my life in this " Southern part of Heaven " as Chapel HIll is called.
To make things simpler I've decided to combine my blog and facebook pages.
Thanks to all my followers !
Please visit me at :
https://www.facebook.com/Carolyngailchoi/
"How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue
And many a dancing April
when life is done with me,
will lift the blue flame of the flower
and the white flame of the tree
Oh burn me with your beauty then,
oh hurt me tree and flower,
lest in the end death try to take
even this glistening hour..."
- Sara Teasdale, Blue Squills, 1920
Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—
You must have walked—
How out of Breath you are—
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—
Did you leave Nature well—
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—
I have so much to tell—
I got your Letter, and the Birds—
The Maples never knew that you were coming—
I declare - how Red their Faces grew—
But March, forgive me—
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue—
There was no Purple suitable—
You took it all with you—
Who knocks? That April—
Lock the Door—
I will not be pursued—
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied—
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come
That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame— Emily Dickinson
"Late February days; and now, at last, Might you have thought that Winter's woe was past;
So fair the sky was and so soft the air."
HAPPY NEW YEAR !
It seems to me the older you get the faster time passes. Here we are in a brand new year and this January has been, as it often is, a mixed bag when it comes to weather -first Spring-like temperatures and bam ! a whole week of below freezing, which is very hard on the garden, especially those that are beginning their bloom cycle.
Some of my camellias were frozen in the bud and the hellebores were limp from the extreme cold. My most anticipated blooms in January are the beautiful pink Prunus mume 'peggy clarke ' which also attracts lots of bees.
It, too, suprised me with its hardiness and bloomed right on schedule.
New year, new plans for the garden. I have to replace most of my asters due to a rabbit that's taken up residence in the sweet garden. My garden companion Odie, a Schnauzer-Poodle mix, is on the job and sniffing out the rascal. I'm planning to plant more asters this Spring and keep them saturated with bunny repellent and hot pepper spray.
I think its more important how a garden looks when it's not in flower and I add lots of evergreens and texture so that it's interesting in every season.
How did it happen that we are now deep in December the last month of the year? This year passed so fast. We celebrated my husband Simon's 90th birthday and even though he is frail from Chronic heart disease he still tries to enjoy each day as it comes. We both feel so fortunate to have our immediate family around us as we enjoy our life in lovely North Carolina.
This month has been extremely mild with temperatures in the 60's and even 70's and I enjoy sitting on the deck and admiring my still vibrant garden. I know that this will soon be impossible as the coldest month -January is just around the corner and its weather is very unpredictable.
Late-blooming Japanese mums are still blooming in my December garden. Now is the time to take a break from gardening and make plans for the coming New Year. I want to plant more vegetable this Spring and I have lots of seeds to scatter in my wildflower roadside garden .
Farewell to December and hello to the coming New Year.
"October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thing loves to die in bright colors."
- Henry Ward Beecher"By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
"The brilliant poppy flaunts her head
Amidst the ripening grain,
"The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,
Through the flashing bars of July."
- Francis Thompson, A Corymbus for Autumn
Record-setting heat in June with little to no rain. Prayers for rain this July, which is usually the rainest month here in central North Carolina, were finally answered . We had so much rain that many areas were flooded, but the thirsty garden was glad to have it.
The many coneflowers and Black-eyed Susans sprung forth with their cheerful colors.
This will be an expensive month when the bills come in for irrigation and air conditioning !
On a more positive note, for the second year in a row I've noticed fewer Japanese beetles. Unfortunately there's a new pest in the Sweet Garden -rabbits from the neighbors yard. I've taught my mini-schoodle the word squirrel and now I need to introduce rabbit to his vocabulary of pests to chase.
June is the month of roses, often called, the " queen of flowers . " I planted roses in memory of my dear departed mother who loved them. Above is the famous 'Knockout ' that was sensational when it made its debut some years ago, due to its continuous bloom and these do, indeed live up to their reputation.
Saw this new purple colored candytuft ( they are usually white only ) and of course I had to have it. It seems to love my boulder garden and has spread it's beauty quite rapidly.
June is usually a lovely month, weather-wise, but we broke a number of records for hottest temperatures on record. Many 100 degree days ! In addition, rain was very scarce. I've spent a great deal of time just watering and I know I'll probably get the largest water bill ever !
Needed a little punch of color in a corner and added this redhot poker plant. I've seen it in a lot of gardens but its the first time I'm planting it in mine.
Praying for rain as this very hot dry June ends.
May Day
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
-Sara Teasdale
How did it happen that this first day of May finds me celebrating my 80th year of living on God's green earth?! I thank God for allowing me to continue tending my little piece of Eden in good health, surrounded by my family and friends. My older sister Wilma ( below, center) came down from Chicago to join the celebration. My younger sister Linda ( right ) moved from Chicago to Chapel Hill several years ago.
May is a very eventful month with my birthday, two of my children's as well and Mother's day. It's also a great month to begin the gardening year in earnest.