more from Grandma’s garden

i am amazed at the beauty that my Grandma has been able to produce for years in such rocky soil. it would have been wondrous to see what she could have done with good soil. she told me that when she first started her garden here back in the 70’s – she worked and worked to clear the rocks out of the first 4-6″ of dirt. but the rocks just keep rising to the surface. my uncle says they must be affected less by gravity, since they are always rising to the surface.

i said “grandma, there are some flowers out there that look like crocuses, what are they?” she responded, “they are winter crocuses”.

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yellow beach flowers

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i have always loved the beach. the smell of the salty water, the wind in my face, the gentle roar of the waves all combine to create a sense of peace and calm. ~ unknown

cone flowers

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these are a few pictures from my walk around my grandmother’s flower garden

pincushion protea

when in pacific grove i saw  a pincushion protea  growing. i’ve seen them in florist shops but not in nature before.

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ferns and shadows

i created these fern plantings for centerpieces for my cousin’s wedding this weekend. and as i took pictures, i was intrigued by the shadows  on the tablecloths.

here and there a tawny brook prattled out from among the under wood and lost itself again in the ferns and brambles upon the further side. save the dull piping of insects and the sough of the leaves, there was silence everywhere~ the sweet restful silence of nature. ~ arthur conan doyle, sr

count your nights by stars, not shadows; count your life with smiles, not tears. ~ italian proverb

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