Wordless Wednesday: Starting Some Seeds

To Chelsea on Her 21st Birthday

Chelsea is my eldest niece and she loves nature. 

Me, well, I love this kid—and the other two girls too. 

Before I had a garden to help me bury the pains caused by a rare illness, I found a lot of happiness and joy in these three beautiful creatures. 

These 3 are a creative triple threat, but most of the time, they just "are".

We've seen many of the wonders of the Pacific Northwest together, and as a child, she and her younger sister Lindsey and their best friend Emily went all over the place with me—looking at plants, and other stuff. 

You know, just normal nature stuff like this.

If I never have a child, it's ok since I've always had Chelsea. 

And she likes to think she's my only child. 

 And when I see pictures like this I know we are related to one another.

 We've always got Emily too.

 Chelsea has taken our relationship quite seriously for many years. 

 Sometimes, she reminds me a lot of my dad. 

I guess that's where our quirks originated. 

My brother (her dad) is pretty goofy too. 

 She likes animation. I used to watch a lot of it with her. I guess I taught her to value certain things in life too. 

 I think she's a bit more colorful than I am at times, but that's not an issue. She is her own garden. 

At heart she loves animals and nature. 

When I graduated from college I was so proud she was there to see me succeed. 

My friend Brendan, the guy with his eyes shut, well he later acted as college art instructor to the young woman who became Chelsea's high school art instructor. 

I am happy she grew up around art. I sure wish I had! Although I wish Chelsea was making more art right now. She is a very talented artist. 

She grew up around plants too and this image is from a Seattle trip to attend the Northwest Flower & Garden Show. (Sorry about the quality of this photo. It was rescued.)

Here first tattoo was of the much more common orange California poppy. 

Taking the girls on road trips to CA was a great deal of fun for me. 

And here we have Emily and Chelsea again. They were helping me to load pavers into the wagon after a friend our family had passed away. We wanted to use the pavers in my garden. 

So often when I see the beauty in the small details of flowers I think of Chelsea. She sees even more beauty in the world than I. Too often my brain and words get in my way.

As girls, both Chelsea and her sister Lindsey liked to be a bit different.

Of course I encouraged this kind of thing.

When I worked at Frank Lloyd Wright's Gordon House it was wonderful to see them all during visits. They were just kids and they enjoyed the house and absorbed its design.

I am not so sure they liked his Marin County building as much, but they saw it. 

Chelsea loves her little sister Lindsey and I think this is one of my favorite pictures I've ever taken of her. 

Emily is a bird of a different feather. That's why we love her so much.

Like any aunt I prefer to think of them like this—tiptoeing through the tulips. 

Of course Chelsea had to shock us all a bit—especially her little sister. 

Not having had sisters it was a blessing to watch these little women grow.

They opened up a whole new world to me and I needed it. 

Chelsea will always be "so metal" when she rakes. 

She will always be a garden design sceptic. 

Happy Birthday Chelsea. 

Happy Birthday.

Happy. Happy.
Birthday.

Someday all three of you will be gardeners and I know it. It is in your blood on both sides. So get out there and keep doing what you do until you land and dig deeper to set down your own roots. Whatever you do, it will be beautiful like you. 

Wordless Wednesday: Walking in Winter

The Lightly Frosted Garden in January

Tree textures: curly willow (Salix) and Doug fir (Pseudotsuga).

It is not a bad thing—at least in my mind—to wake up to a frozen world outside. 

Just a few of my many houseplants in my office/plant room.

With the cold comes sunshine and I can embrace them both so long as the heater is working. 

Pieris japonica 'Valley Valentine'.

With a warm coat and several layers of clothing you're likely to find me outside now looking around. 

Spiderweb frozen in time on a Camellia sasanqua 'Yuletide'.

Ok, maybe this is a gentle time during the winter for us and I have to admit that I'm more inclined to giggle at the things I'm seeing rather than groaning about the wet muddiness of it all. (That is if I am not cursing the cold. I'm not perfect.)

Clematis cirrhosa 'Freckles'.

Seeing the blue sky all day warms my heart. I adore the color blue and all that it represents. 

Even the ivy that's considered an invasive plant seems somewhat more tame and delicate with a dusting of the cold frozen dampness. 

An Epiphyllum I grew from seed.

Indoors the houseplants are still growing. I sit beside them working while I too bask in the warmth from the heater and I take advantage of the lights intended for their growth.

Some old homes don't have a lot of windows to let the light in, but I make do. 

Taming the Beasts

Snow on a big leaf Rhododendron.

The snow beast roared its tiny little head this morning. Now it's gone. 

That was the easiest beast to tame this past week although the cold temps are still sticking around—unlike the snow. 

Just about finished with the seed starting spreadsheet for 2013. I think I'll be starting about 450 different types of seeds. The bowl of basmati rice pudding with almond milk, raisins and orange flower water really helped me get to the end of the project this year. It was a great reward for a difficult job.

My seed sheet is now complete and is accessible by clicking on the link above.

It was a difficult beast to put down because I'm challenged by the fact I still don't know where my garden will be in the future. This beast is not yet purring but I will make it purr.

I know that I'm a woman who sorts seeds. It's what I do. Last year I didn't get to participate in this dull and slow process so doing it this year made me feel more like me.

Some people use Nyquil, others use Icelandic Schnapps.  

The flu is everywhere right now and I hope with all of my heart that I'm able to escape it.

So far, so good. I'd much rather watch others deal with this creature. It's not one I'm well equipped for, but I think with a bottle of this stuff, at least I wouldn't care if I caught it.

I have a friend who chose to use this medicinal treatment involving Icelandic Moss Schnapps (http://www.fjallagrasa.is/en). The moss used is actually the lichen Cetraria islandica but it was hard to tell just by looking at the shriveled and dried up chunk of plant life inside of the bottle.

This is the little fur beast who inspired this post. Sometimes animals shock and surprise us. This is my partially feral garden cat who, after 7 years of hiding in the basement, now demands to sleep with me at night. With the other two geriatric cats currently restricted to the main floor she is able to hop the fence and run upstairs to jump onto the bed each evening.

Having seen her as a feral cat for the past 7 years it's wonderful to see her change. Somehow she's broken through a trust boundary and I'm thrilled to see the change.

I cannot help but believe too that my newfound calmness and focus has helped her feel safer around me. Before, I believe I was far too frantic for her. Life has really changed a lot since the divorce.

She has changed too.

 

19th century vase with thistle, Japan. Portland Art Museum. 

I've been working diligently to feed the creative drawing and designing animal inside of me. It's strange to feel the craving in my belly for this sort of thing, but it's there and it's starving. 

As usual, I'm drawn more and more to Japanese designs. It fascinates me to no end to be so enamored of such simplicity when I'm such a complex and complicated person. As I enter into middle age I'm noticing that I crave simplicity more and more. I want to be at peace so I will feed the beast what it wants.  

Discovering low-sodium dried sardine dashi has made me very happy. Making a hearty miso soup has been a great boon during wintertime. 

Oh, and by the way, I simply cannot stop cooking. I guess I'm literally feeding the beast too!

2013 is going to involve more cooking and I hope to grow more produce. Of course I don't expect to grow it all myself but I want to make a concerted effort with those around me and in my gardening life to learn more about food. As someone with severe sensitivities it's now no longer such a chore and it has simply become more and more a way of being for me. 

I might as well do it very, very well—for my wellness and for me. 

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