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Azalea
RIP my little puff baby! There were some really bad winds yesterday that nocked over my plant stand and he got blown away and I didn't notice until now! I feel so bad, poor guy.
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September Begins
The fog has burned off, and with it the early morning chill. The starlings have begun to congregate and we have seen a couple of murmurations which always bring us joy. There are more migrating shore birds on the flats. Many of them will pass through, with only the occasional great blue heron or egret remaining through the winter. Yesterday was the last day for ice cream at the beach, as the…
Growing and Using Peppermint
Growing and Using Peppermint
Peppermint, one of my favorite herbs. Most all of my garden is grown in the ground, but not the peppermint. This speacial plant grows in a pot. If I were to grow it in the ground it would become less of a favorite plant, due to it being so invasive. Unless you want a garden of peppermint, I recommend growing this herb in a pot or container.
Peppermint was first discovered in England and is…
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Lost in the Garden.
at least my thoughts were...
but it was a good 3 hours of clearing clutter out from my head. I was reusing all that stored energy I had in me (from all the over thinking i do), and putting it 100% into my work. It was really relaxing, especially watching this awesome landscape take form around me. I didn't want to stop, because I wanted to keep seeing how each set of stones I put down would change the final picture. It was like a moment I felt as a kid. Just being totally lost in my imagination, and creating whatever beauty i felt bubbling deep inside of me, and pouring it all out into the garden. I was the grass being picked, the stones being moved, and the wind in the air. I was Earth.