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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Peonies in our Yard 2014


The peonies in our yard this year bloomed later
than usual but were worth the wait.






We enjoyed their beauty while it lasted.

After Tropical Storm Arthur went through
with its heavy winds and rain, 
there was nothing left but
petal confetti.  And yet, it too offered
loveliness.


I'm not complaining about a bit of plant destruction, 
especially compared to what happened 
across much of our province
because of Arthur.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Peony and Ant

 
 
 
 
We have peonies and we have ants...boy, do we have ants. The peonies are about to bloom and the ants are busy. 
 
There is debate about whether ants are needed to help the double buds break open, by eating away the nectar-glue that coats each one.  Some say no; some, yes.  I don't know.
 
I do know when the ants show up, within a couple days I'll have peonies in bloom at the back of the garage...a display that forces me to stop whatever it is I'm doing.  Stop and stare.
 
Peonies are extravagant: lush blooms, opening and opening, scenting the air, nodding under their own weight in colours difficult to describe.  Generous with full-bodied loveliness; layers of petals, each one a different tone, each layer coaxing, "Come closer."
 
The blooms make me remember summer barbecues with my great-aunts; each auntie wearing an ample hat to protect against the sun, each hat festive with silk and velvet flowers, delicate, handmade, often peonies.   Make me remember the first grown-up dress I ever wore, a satin the shade of the inner lip on the palest pink peony we grow.  Make me remember the gardens of my childhood with peonies spilling over their cages and filling the yard with perfume; peonies floating in a crystal dish on the table, lending elegance to our ordinary suppers. 
 
And if an ant crawled to the tablecloth, my grandmother would shrug, capture the ant and remove it.  "You have peonies, you have ants,"  she'd say.  
 
Just life, this mix of irritant and perfection.
 
Words and photo are copyright 2011-2013 Carol Steel.
 
 


Thursday, June 14, 2012

Peony




Peony


longest living



showiest



hardiest of all perennials.


These photos are not mine; they are my sister's.  These peonies are magnificent and bloom
each year in their garden by the back door.  They are worth a visit.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Gargoyle Guards the Home


A gargoyle guards the entrance to this home


watches over the garden's blooms


supervises installation of walkway and steps


eyes the soon-to-be vegetable garden


and the side garden paths


waits for the burst of colour from this peony bud.

Gargoyle guards and watches it all.

Monday, July 11, 2011

What is Blooming



What is Blooming

Gardening is a constant source of humility.  It is arrogance to think that I can ever keep ahead of the weeds!

The best I can do is to appreciate the tough plants and colourful flowers and hardy shrubs that exist around the house, and to tidy the beds and yard. 

Knowing that tub with pansies and violas will always need daily watering and dead–heading, I still enjoy their bright cheery faces.


The low sedum is a persistent spreader and itself, vigorously wages battle with the weeds, sharing perky yellow with the sun.

The campanula (bellflowers) will need some love and care today to get rid of the weeds and other plants growing close by.  I love the shades of pale violet-blue in the garden, so it is worth every effort.



Our Fat Albert Blue Spruce is terrific this summer, lush and bushy, growing vigorously with all the rain we’ve had.  It holds its own now, having weathered bad winters and some kind of needle fungus last summer.  It is a reassuring sight outside the kitchen windows each morning.



We have clematis and another ancient peony in full flower.


Discoveries of what has come and what is going are always amazing!


All photos are mine.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Riding the Motorcycle



Riding the Motorcycle

Riding a motorcycle offers ample opportunity to enjoy all the visual details of each place we pass.  However, the most amazing details are the olfactory ones—the smells that one can’t always appreciate, or even notice while driving in an air-conditioned car, with the windows closed.

Fields of clover and of Queen Anne’s lace are fragrant-perfume experiences, as are driving by fields of sweet new-mown hay or freshly cut lawns.  As we drive near woodlands, a cool balsam-y smell of dampness, moss and leaves wafts toward us.


Along the coast, we get wind of the tang of salt water, the briny scent of wet sand and pungent seaweed, and sometimes, the nose-wrinkling odor of brackish salt water marshes.

The road itself offers up smells, sun-warmed oily tar and the suffocating stink of dead skunk.  From the bike, there is a hint of hot metal coming from the pipes, exhaust smells and a whiff of heated rubber from the tires.

I notice a subtle trace of chemical smell coming from my new helmet, a perfume of coconut from the sunscreen on my face, the appealing scent of my husband’s skin.

 
Driving out in the fresh air really increases the sensitivity to smells—both good and bad—now we smell everything, even scents we don’t usually register.

We drive by chip shops and restaurants, our noses full of the pungent greasiness of fried foods.  We stand in line for ice cream and breathe the electric-heat smell from the ice-cream freezers, the cool milky scent of ice-cream, a trace of musky pong from the others in line, beach-goers full of salt and sand and sweat.

Unfortunately, we can also smell the faintly rank garbage can in the parking lot, foul and fermenting in the heat.

Near the end of the day, we drive home sniffing comforting wood smoke from campfires and fire pits, and take in the juicy fragrance of meat grilling on a barbecue.

 
The heady perfume of peonies greets us as we return to our own driveway.

On the motorcycle, all the subtle odors of summer reach our nostrils, a full range from the malodorous to the sublimely aromatic.   This heightened sense of smell makes the ride a sensory rich experience.


Sunday, July 3, 2011

Blue Skies and Peonies



We've had two days of true blue skies and healing sunshine!  My peonies are showing off their fragrant, voluptuous blooms.



These photos are mine; peonies from my garden.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Peony





Peonies may be the showiest, longest lived and hardiest of all perennials.   I have a peony plant in my yard, that I discovered last year, hidden in an overgrown honeysuckle bush.  A neighbour told me that it was likely part of an original peony “hedge” that was planted by the family that built this home.  That makes it sixty-three years old!

I transplanted it two years ago to a healthier part of the garden, though it was weak and spindly looking.   Amazingly this summer, it has tripled in size and has buds about to burst into blooms.  It isn’t photogenic just yet, so I am sharing photos that my sister took of her picture-perfect peonies, which have exploded into flower this week.


They are predominantly Double or Chinese peonies, with massive flower heads that resemble huge roses and smell as sweet.  Each flower sits atop a long stem, above deep green, glossy leaves that remain attractive all season.



There are hundreds of excellent peony varieties, so please, try some.  I’m certain you’ll be thrilled with the exuberant flowers and the vibrant show!



These photos are not mine;  they are my sister's photos, peonies from her  garden.