Wild Muse Notes

The fiery flowers of pineapple sage, young radishes in a driftwood bed, one last rose before winter, the sun shed at sunset, and an alchemical androgyne.

The Divine Hermaphrodite

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Three favorite photographs of artists’ gardens from a book that I am parting with. I have this long standing practice that for every object I bring into this house, I must part with an equivalent object, usually a book for a book, a clothing item for a similar clothing item, etc.

John Ruskin

Edward Augustus Bowles

Derek Jarman

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This is the stone path we are building in the new section of front garden. It was an ugly asphalt drive that we tore up with a pick axe. Hopefully there will be low growing thyme inbetween the stones by next spring and those scrappy looking arborvitae with their little pointy heads chopped off will [...]

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A long awaited orchid blooms on the front porch, explosions of color, heat, rain, crazy big waves, whoopie pies, silliness, drama, pfft, lots and lots of cucumbers, and no further comment…

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Take a walk down the stone steps into my garden.

Quietly sneak past the guard and under the driftwood arch.

Hot peppers galore.

Abundance

A field of cosmos 10 feet tall.

A fig tree grew out of the compost. Surprise!

C.P. made these birdhouses [...]

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