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Garden Tour and a New Summer Wreath

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There is so much excitement this time of year in my back yard!

Dad and I planted some dahlias this weekend. I'll have Hootenannies, Peaches & Dreams, and some little pompommy things I forget the names of. They are going to be glorious! I'm dreaming of how to dress up the tops of the rebar posts. Maybe glass bottles or wooden finials painted pretty colors.

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Remember that perfume called "Muguet?" I bought a bottle of it from G.L. Perry when I was a teenager and enjoyed wearing lacy antique blouses and reading Bronte novels. My entire yard smells of it right now thanks to the lily of the valley. I can almost smell the peonies already too. They are so close to popping! If you're coming to Madison Road on May 30th, be sure to stop by the children's tent and buy a jar of blooming ones from Nora!

The veggies and annuals have been planted too. I went with deep burgundy, rust, black and red this year in the pots.

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...and tucked moss rose into every nook and cranny, including our crumbling back stoop steps.

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I've been hanging on to this pretty oatmeal container, and finally planted it with rosemary. I've got a recipe for rosemary strawberry shortcake calling its name.

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My old mailbox is back too!

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The Petosky stone turtle is keeping watch over the landscaping,

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but the tree frog likes a loftier view (from the clothesline).

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Finally . . . I've got an ancient grapevine wreath on the garage door that needed some TLC, so I tied it up at the "corners" with twine and added this sweet canvas banner that I made with fabric markers. Since taking the picture, I've waterproofed it with melted beeswax, and the rain just beads away! The verse is from the song "Big Rock Candy Mountain."

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I probably won't have any of these available for the Madison Road Market, but they will be perfect for the Briar Patch show in June. Where could you see one in your yard? Any ideas for other verses to write on them? I'd love to hear what you think!

 


I'd Just Like to Hug This Day

Some days come pretty close to being perfect, and,

in my experience, they most often happen in May.

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It's 10:30 pm, and I just lost a blog post that took me an hour to write, so I'm just going to tell you that, while I am not loving Typepad right now, I am still loving this day and the chorus of a million tree frogs singing outside my window.

So, I'll make a long story short and tell you that this golden, unforgettable 15 hours was made possible by the following: one little girl who woke up on her own and made her bed, pressed coffee, sunshine, blue skies, the return of butterflies, soft dirt, a weed-free veggie garden, bare feet on green grass, lilacs--lots of lilacs, morel mushrooms, asparagus, bacon, a walk down a country road, the anticipation of buttercups, star-shaped sunglasses on freckled noses, migrating birds, the wildflower field guide my sister gave me, wild geraniums, dark cherry petunias, one little girl who took a shower without being reminded, and dark chocolate ganache.  

Thank you Lord, Amen

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forgot one: pressed flowers found in the pages of old books

"It was so beautiful in the garden, in the late twilight, with a silvery hint of moonrise over the Hill of the Mist. The trees around it . . . were talking to each other as they always did at night. Three little birch trees that lived together in one corner were whispering secrets. The big crimson peonies were blots of darkness in the shadows. The blue-bells along the path trembled with fairy laughter. Some late June lilies starred the grass at the foot of the garden: the columbines danced: the white lilac at the gate flung passing breaths of fragrance on the dewy air.

'Oh, I've got such a lovely home,' breathed Pat, clasping her hands. 'It's such a nice friendly house. Nobody . . . nobody. . . has such a lovely home. I'd just like to hug it.'" -- Pat of Silverbush, L.M. Montgomery