816. There is no spot of ground, however bare and ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight. ~Gertrude Jekyll

Eeny meeny miny moe
which roses now do I grow…
There are red ones, pink ones,
very, very bright yellow ones,
spotted ones, striped ones,
even two-toned ones.
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Then there are the apricot
colored ones, and the purplish ones,
the small ones and the big ones,
the old ones and the new ones,
and so, my oh my, how will I ever
choose the ones I want to plant
this time around?
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A tree had to be felled along our north fence last fall, and as a result what used to be a relatively shady, and somewhat overgrown and unruly area, is now getting lots and lots of sunshine, so much so in fact that the white azaleas that were planted along there decades ago have all but died now. As sad as they may be it grants me the fun of new ground to be “tamed.” Thus, despite the dreadful heat I’ve been working early in the morning and/or at dusk doing as much as the “taming” as I can do. Now it’s time to call in the strong, younger guys with the big, powerful “taming” devices to do the rest. Then after they come and get their part done, I shall cover the ground with landscaping fabric and in the fall peruse my catalogs to choose what new roses and clematis I want to plant in the new spot of “tamed” ground. Ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching is all old James thinks of when I go a’ tamin’ but he sure enjoys his braggin’ rights when people come in our yard. And who am I to deny him such pleasure?! Hee hee!
**Sow righteousness for yourselves, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the Lord, until he comes and showers his righteousness on you. ~Hosea 10:12  ✝
**Some images via Pinterest and some from my archives

18 thoughts on “816. There is no spot of ground, however bare and ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight. ~Gertrude Jekyll

  1. yep–when the doors seem to close, the trees seem to fall, the windows swing open and the newness may begin : )
    The change is hard at first then fun in the end—and how gracious of you to afford James his opportunity to bask. . .

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    • I thought it was pretty darn nice of me too. Hee hee!
      This is an area that has been pretty lackluster since we bought the house, but the felling of this tree has opened it up for it to be a wonderful entrance to the yard on that side. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤


  2. Small, very small buttons of roses, quite shy, and splendid ones.
    An idea for roses : put into the earth some frsh garlic ! ( I read that in a newspaper to-day, il is supposed to ben an ” grandma idea ”
    Hello every body – and Natalie !

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    • Bonjour, France! Oh you are so right about the small button rose. I have a splendid one in mind too. It’s a blush noisette and it is quite fragrant. And I’ve read that about garlic too. It helps to keep the pesky insects away they say. Hugs et bises, N 🙂 ❤


  3. Beautiful writing…. Not to mention those glorious bouquets of flowers… Good to see you are back in Blogland, after the little break… 🌟★🌟. Love and best wishes, Natalie… Aquileana 😀

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