MY HOURS IN THE GARDEN

When I first saw this plant coming up in my garden many years ago, I thought how lovely it was with its succulent stem and small yellow flower.  I was told all those years ago, that this was an edible plant called purslane.  I still think this plant is quite lovely....

this plant must also think my garden a lovely place...it has nearly taken over every available space.

The purslane plant is hardy, hardy, hardy and ever so tenacious, believe me!!  It is extremely difficult, I have after all these years just researched, to eradicate.  

Even after I think I have killed it, and I have been hoeing this plant out of the garden for years many, many times over every summer, it can come back to life again and again.  It can propagate from any small bit that might be left in the soil, and when mature it 'throws' its seeds far from the mother plant.  On top of this, it can continue to ripen its seeds even after it has been uprooted.  The seeds can survive in the soil for years, as well.

So, alas, after all these years I have simply aided it in its propagation.  

...a close up of what it looks like along side of my raised beds, and in some cases, like my zinnia beds, within as well...

...here it is growing alongside my raised bean rows...as it is alongside each and every one of my beds and rows...

So, how to get rid of it....

Believe it or not, this is how, uprooting one small plant at a time!!!  

I am quite honestly obsessed, and spend much time throughout the day sitting beside the beds gently tugging and pulling each plant and tossing it into a bucket, being sure to pick any stray leafs or stems up off the ground.  I cannot say that I dislike this 'work' because I actually don't.  The vastness of the job is daunting, but I actually like doing this kind of picky weeding, and simply love the look of the bed once freed from the purslane.  I know that I won't rid my garden of all the purslane this summer, perhaps not next either, but I am giving it my best.  

One way to ensure its demise is to cover the patches with black plastic in the hottest part of the summer and let them get 'burned' off.  In order for me to do this I would need to cover my entire (huge) garden, so it would surely mean a summer without a garden, a prospect I just can't quite imagine.  

I recall in my early days in SW Wisconsin when we first moved here, our property came with a tobacco allotment.  We raised tobacco for a few years, and each spring a huge machine called a 'steamer' would come and steam the soil where you were going to plant the tobacco seedlings.  Now this is exactly what I need for my entire garden, though I don't think I've seen one for many, many years.

I now have two large garbage bags filled with plucked purslane, sealed and ready for....I don't yet know the final destination, as I presume they can survive in the bags for years.   

Even given all of this, there is a part of me that 'feels badly' for this lovely plant that simply is doing what it was created to do, and surely does not know that it is a weed. When I told my granddaughter Iris this, she said, "Well why don't you just make a 'fairy garden' with it, far away from your vegetable garden?"...as she pointed to a hillside far away.  Perhaps she is right!

 I so much love my garden, the soil, the plants, the potential,  the products and being able to work in it beneath the sun.  Given all that I have said you might think my garden is unattractive and nothing but purslane, that is simply not the case, at least in my estimation. 

There are still many hours of pulling purslane, luckily I have not despaired nor grown weary of this garden.

A FATHER'S DAY TRIBUTE

My father was a good father.

He was, in many ways, the typical, strong-minded Italian father.  He was a traveling salesman, so for much of my youth he was mostly 'a weekend/holiday' father.  He sometimes ruled with an iron hand, but on reflection it was rarely selfish, it was with the good of his children in mind.  And he loved children in a grand and huge way, both emotionally and with tight hugs against his large, expansive chest.  He overflowed with love, kisses and a hearty laugh.  He was a good father.

I have known many fathers in my life time, countless fathers.  Some I have known really well; uncles, fathers of childhood friends, and the fathers of the many children I have taught over the years.  I have known tender and loving fathers who fully participated in their children's lives and distant, cold fathers who never really knew how to show their love.  As a teacher of Special Education (many years spent teaching what was called 'Emotionally Disturbed' children) I have also seen the worst of fathers, those who physically, emotionally and/or sexually abuse their children.

I think over the course of my life I have known more good fathers, thankfully, than bad fathers....and quite honestly, without any doubt in my mind at all, this genuine and unassuming man...

...is so far at the top of the list of good fathers, that I know of no one that surpasses him.

He is both gentle and strong, leading his girls in their daily lives with a softness (most men would shun) that is grounded in self-assurance and inner strength.

He is extremely thoughtful, deeply concerned and respectful of all things.  He loves the earth and all its manifestations, working diligently to leave only a positive footprint.  He seems to understand with great wisdom the interconnectedness of all things and behaves in such a manner that what he does, from planting the seeds in his garden to reclaiming wood for his house and barn, does not diminish the earth.
  

He is steadfast and earnest and skilled in ways that personally enhance the life of his family.  Further, he is an artist with an eye for symmetry and beauty that is expressed in all that he makes from rough-hewn sheds, to quick craft shelves, to 'elf and fairy' gardens in the woods.

He is a warm and broadly intelligent teacher who is quick to recognize each 'teachable' moment and to meaningfully and creatively bring his girls to that moment.

When I was a Waldorf teacher one of the most powerful tenants I learned was that we, as adults, must always act in such a way that our actions are worthy of imitation.  Andy is such a person; his actions are truly worthy of imitation.

I know that he might scoff at such descriptions of himself, and that surely he is not without his own foibles, but all that I say about this man is true in my eyes.  

My daughter Jonel is supremely blessed with such a husband; Mary and Bill Gorrill are supremely blessed with such a son; 

Iris and Elsa are supremely blessed with such a FATHER;

and I, I, too, am supremely blessed that my daughter choose this man to be her husband and the father of her children.  I am so blessed to have Andy in my life.

BLESSINGS ABOUND

A hot and sunny Sunday afternoon turns magical and cool without going more than a couple of miles from home.

Jonel and family were off to hike a 'fairy' trail and Freddie and I went along.  It was truly magical, primeval and dense with moss, fern, and multiple ledges of water-covered rock steps to ascend until we reached a sandy, rocky deep overhang of a cave.  

The girls had brought along their fairies and they were right at home in this Kickapoo Fairyland.

...standing amidst the forest...

...sneaking and resting...

...the 'rock ledge steps'...

...the girl's fairies felt right at home here...

The sandy cave looks like a surreal watercolor painting.

Captured by the beauty...

...a quiet moment...

...the audience...

We were not gone very long, still it felt like we had traveled far into some distant and mystical land where children and fairies know one another well.

INSPIRATION

Just about a month ago I discovered something called Zentangle.  I don't recall how I happened upon a website about it, but I am so glad that I did.  I think I am addicted already.  Zentangle is a meditative kind of 'art' work, and is reminiscent of much of what I have always admired by illustrators, especially of children's books.  I have always loved the borders by artists such as Jan Brett, and I think that Zentangle will allow me to do some of that type of work.

I belong to an art group, who call themselves Artlings.  We exchange sketch books monthly, as well as bring in work we are working on, to share with one another.  I 'tangled' a new cover for the sketch book that I had, as well as 'tangling' a couple of pages within the book.

My granddaughter Morgan's bedroom is decorated with butterflies, and I did a larger version of this as her birthday card.


Our Artlings group meets the first Tuesday of the month, and this month we had the visual pleasure of meeting at Susan G's. 

This is Susan and at her house there is art everywhere you look, and I mean everywhere, including around every corner and/or tree out of doors.

This was hanging in one of the many artful cabins around her property.  Somehow it reminded me of Zentangle.

Susan has meditative sitting spots everywhere, both inside and out.  Here she has hung colorful rags as a kind of 'fence'.  Her spots are in the shade, in the sun, in spaces she can turn 360 degrees, beneath staircases, in hammocks, I mean one can meditate just about anywhere they happen to wander.


She also has some stunning flowers, such as this Cherry Jubilee Rose:

Which almost looks good enough to eat.


It was a wonderful and inspiring day spent with artistic women who are friends.  


And then I came home to this:

A sweet ending to a great day.  (Most of these made it to the freezer, and the rest will end up in a pie today.)


I am grateful to have such women friends who support one another and bring inspiration into my life.