Tuesday, May 8, 2018

A Place for Daffodils and Dandelions


Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again. 

            -Robert Herrick

Daffodils and Dandelions!  How wonderfully creative Mother Nature is and how delightfully diverse.  Spring brings a gradual greening of the great carpet at Merry Mount and a welcoming sight is the first burst of yellow from the daffodils.

A single daffodil in the courtyard at Merry Mount

The daffodils display with pride their beauty against the remaining blustering wind, sleet, and admixture of rain and snow of Winter.  As the temperature rises, the “cups of butter” wither and fall asleep for another year.

But Mother Nature provides more yellow.  As I gazed this week at the vast number of little yellow blossoms that dotted the yards of Merry Mount, I marveled at the ability of Taraxacum to germinate and spred. 

This perennial herb is distinguished by its basal leaves with jagged edges, hollow stems that are leafless and terminate in a single yellow flower, and fluffy white seed heads. At maturity, all plant parts exude a milky juice if cut. Reproduce is by wind-blown seeds. Also, plants regenerate from root fragments.
           
http://www.oardc.ohiostate.edu/weedguide/single_weed.php?id=33



Why do people find dandelions so offensive? Perhaps it is because they have chosen to believe the advertisements of the fertilizer industry:

Kill Visible Dandelions
The best way to attack dandelions is to kill the whole plant, taproot and all, and then keep new weeds from establishing themselves in your lawn. Kill dandelions and feed at the same time to help crowd out future weeds by applying a weed-and-feed product such as 
Scotts® Turf Builder® Triple Action or Scotts® Turf Builder® Weed & Feed in the spring. If you have dandelions growing in your St. Augustine, centipede, or zoysia lawn, use Scotts® Turf Builder® Southern Triple Action or Scotts® Turf Builder® Bonus® S Southern Weed & Feed instead. If a broad application doesn't kill all of them, spot treat any remaining dandelions 2 to 4 weeks later with a ready-to-use product like Scotts® Spot Weed Control for Lawns. Just be sure to follow the instructions on the label.

Scotts’ net income in 2016: 314.8 million dollars.

I say, “Change the way you look at things, and what you look at changes.” Why not look at the lawn of dandelions and see a miracle of nature.  Beautiful yellow flowers followed by perfectly shaped seed pods.  I also recommend reading:  https://wellnessmama.com/5680/dandelion-herb-profile/

Joy and Eva picking dandelions




I picked a faded dandelion 
And blew it in the air 
It's tiny little parachutes 
Went floating everywhere. They caught the wind 
And danced awhile 
Bending to and fro 
In splendid ballerina style. Finally as the wind grew still 
They floated back to earth 
And bedded in the dark warm soil 
To start their new rebirth. When next [spring] comes 
And dandelions are everywhere 
I'll pick another faded flower 
And blow it in the air. 

            -Janet L. Niehaus

Thanks Mother Nature for daffodils and “dandy lions”!


CPW

Sunday, May 6, 2018

A Place for Lilacs


In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings, 
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, 
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, 
With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard, 
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, 
A sprig with its flower I break. 

            from  When Lilacs in the Dooryard Bloom’d

by Walt Whitman

The great lilac bush near the barn at Merry Mount


"The Lovers in the Lilacs" by Marc Chagall

The Lovers in the Lilacs
(after the painting by Marc Chagall)

In this bower we will make our nest.

We will step lightly among the blossoms,
disturbing nothing;

Our talk will be of lilacs
and the warm April sun;

Our touch will be the caresses of ripe fruit;

And our song will lift
 like prayers
on the scented air.

                                   
                                                July, 2015
                                                Marrowstone Island

By Robert Bode


The twins observe Robbie's lilac bush at Merry Mount


April Senses

I walk with Joy and Eva.
Each holds onto one of my pinkies.
Suddenly the aroma of lilacs wafts in the wind.
We go in search of beauty.

In future years when the girls have blossomed into adults,
Will the fragrance of April draw them into a bed of lilacs?

CPW

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Reflections on May Day 2018


May Day 2018 was a near perfect day at Merry Mount.  The “Big Sky” was a cloudless blue and the temperature ranged from 50-80 degrees.  There was some wind.  Smile.  We devoted the morning to garden preparation. 

The task at hand (and hoe) was to dig up Stellaria media commonly know as Chickweed.  In his book, Gene Everlasting, Gene Logsdon, (the Contrary Farmer) devotes a full chapter to Chickweed in a chapter he entitled, “Intimations of Immortality I”.  Logsdon’s point is that Chickweed is indestructible and will be challenging farmers many generations from now.  I say it is best to accept its persistence, swing the hoe, and sing in your strongest operatic voice, “Stell-aria media” to whatever media might be listening!  I suggest using the melody from “O sole mia”.

From Ode: Intimations of Immortality

Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, 
And while the young lambs bound 
As to the tabor's sound, 
To me alone there came a thought of grief: 
A timely utterance gave that thought relief, 
And I again am strong: 
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; 
I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, 
The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, 
And all the earth is gay; 
Land and sea 
Give themselves up to jollity, 
And with the heart of May 
Doth every Beast keep holiday;— 
Thou Child of Joy, 
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy. 

       -William Wordsworth

Following lunch and a short nap, Simon arrived with Joy and Eva.  The afternoon was filled chasing two curious 19-month-old identical twins.

Joy and Eva swinging and singing

Joy with GranMama petting Beulah the chicken

Eva reaching out to Clara

As evening arrived, I returned to the garden spot and with a single match lighted the dried, dead foliage from winter that Rett had collected in the burn cage.  Standing at a comfortable distance from the fire, I marveled at the juxtaposition of the coolness of evening and the warmth of the fire.  As the colors of a beautiful sunset waned in the west, I noticed the apricot colored moon rising in the East.



May Day 2018 provided us with another  “slice of paradise”.

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 
And Eternity in an hour.

                        - William Blake


CPW