Sunday, June 24, 2012

shabby but not chic

How quickly the natural world returns to its own order after we have passed through it, shouting our names -
Joe Comer, Pocketful of Names

Shabby seems to be the word that describes it best, most of my garden needs a haircut and so do I.

Viewer discretion advised . . . these are not pretty pictures

The foxglove is still struggling to stand tall, but the stalks are covered with browning blossoms, and the seed heads are forming.  Since this patch of elegant flowers seems to enjoy staking out its own territory in my garden, I'm going to ignore the untidiness of it all and let it happen , secure in the knowledge that they will reappear again next year in all their pink and crimson glory..

The roses are flushing out in a meager burst of bloom, nothing to compare with their first glorious show a month ago, and while I'm not impressed, the Japanese beetles seem to be less discriminating.  So its "off with their heads" by me, in an effort to win that crazy game.

Geraniums have gone from compact globes of brilliant blue to tall, scraggly, tangled masses. Its as if they  know that as long as they are blooming in some fashion I cant bear to cut them back. But I will gather my courage and my scissors and show them who is boss tomorrow!

The chamomile flops, refusing to perform as a lawn or ground cover for me, and the trumpet vine threatens to take over the world. It definitely has taken over the stone well - 

The hollyhocks are smallish , their bases riddled with rust and insect holes, and I fear I may not even get one  hollyhock doll out of them.

I could go on and on, but nobody can stand a gardener who whines all the time.

This year my garden has survived a very hot and dry spring, as well as a large helping of neglect from the gardener, that's me. So in all fairness, I really need to be both forgiving and tolerant.  With eyes that look at the big picture, I must say that for every shabby spot there is also a spot of  beauty,  Its always an  adventure to see what happens when I DONT  take control and nature does. I know, I never really had control anyway.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Notes on a French Market

Joie de vivre - a feeling of healthy enjoyment of life, exhuberance

It was a gathering of Creme de la creme

 One whole day, lots of vendors with beautiful wares, and some really tasty treats to keep everyone well fed! Let's relive it one more time!

This is our signature scene for the Market with a French feeling,  so if you haven't been to Paris yet, just come to Moss Ave. on September 22, no air travel required!

Setting up is half the fun, Stone Well Garden offered vintage garden antiques and herbs. 

Happy Customers and Happy Vendors - who can tell the difference?

French women cant have too many beautiful scarves. They were going fast. The artist here must be calling her silk broker in the Orient to order more precious fabric. 

Exquisite jewelry , letterpress and sweet creations of linen and lace, a winning mix.

Baguettes and Croissants - yummy and double yummy . . . . .

As if the French bakery wasnt enough, more breads, beeswax candles and books from our favorite Monastery, St. Bede's.

The line at the Creperie never stopped!

Pastries must be washed down with French Roast!

Every Atelier requires a smiling staff

There were fabulous finds at every turn, and we cant wait to do it again in September, au revoir!

French macarons