Though utterly modern, the dramatic terraced landscape of this New England farm looks centuries old.
Though utterly modern, the dramatic terraced landscape of this New England farm looks centuries old.
Though utterly modern, the dramatic terraced landscape of this New England farm looks centuries old.
Though utterly modern, the dramatic terraced landscape of this New England farm looks centuries old.
Though utterly modern, the dramatic terraced landscape of this New England farm looks centuries old.
Though utterly modern, the dramatic terraced landscape of this New England farm looks centuries old.
Purple draws the eye, focusing attention on its deep, rich warmth.Here are nine purple palettes to add courage, power, and warmth to a garden.
In addition to cottage rentals, guests can reserve the entire Shobac campus for a secluded agrarian experience. Tagged: Outdoor, Grass, Slope, Field, Woodland, Trees, and Horizontal Fences, Wall. Photo 13 of 13 in Agrarian Pastime: Book a Village Stay in Nova Scotia.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Layers of narrative, below. Color echoes a home run, for starters. White to silvers, very nice. . Curiosity too. Hydrangeas, below, at left in foreground, then further back, to the right. A photographer's styling? Perhaps a stylist guiding a photographer? . Did your mind go there at all? The white hydrangeas merely props? . Hardly the 1st thing I saw in this delightful pic. . First thing? Field gathered furniture, all painted same color. Voila ! . Studying historic gardens across Europe for decades it was France teaching me that trick. No worries about field gathering garden furnishings. Paint them all the same color. . Huge arrow in your quiver. Pic, above, here. . Garden & Be Well, XO T . Almost a complete garden design course in this pic. Canopy/understory trees, high/low density, scale, flow, focal point, simplicity, color, contrasts, repetition, ceiling/walls/floors, seasonal interest, winter structure, invitation, comfort, myriad uses, no chemicals, low maintenance.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Give the Button Top pot a go this year. . No need to go fancy a simple holly will suffice. Perhaps a groundcover conifer, pruned into the Button Top. . Why are Button Top pots rare? . Not into the Button Top? Rocket Top? Square Top? Square With a Button.... Play. . This garden, below, a Garden Design course in a single photo. . Flow, canopy, understory, groundcovers, walls, entry ways, color all year, low maintenance, insect/disease resistant, deer proof, drought proof, maximum pollinator habitat, contrasting textures, contrasting colors, focal points, seasonal focal points. Pic, above, here. . Wish I could swoop this pair to my garden. . Garden & Be Well, XO T
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Arcanum Architecture and Jennifer Robin Interiors designed this contemporary home intended to connect to the past in Woodside, California.
I am ever-mindful of how blessed my sons are to have been born and live out here in the wide open rural countryside of upstate New York. They have not grown up in the squalid realms of a packed suburban housing development, as I did. Neither have they suffered the pains of divorced parents and all of that, as I did. And, being homeschooled from the beginning, they have not been institutionalized by years of government schooling. Furthermore, within this God-fearing, home-centered, agrarian way of life our family lives, they have been shielded to a significant degree from the pernicious feminizing forces of our popular culture. So it is that my boys have been able to run, and ride, and climb, and explore, and shoot, and trap, and fully experience the manifold thrills that are available within this fresh and free world of rural living. Such a childhood, once common, is now relatively rare in this nation where most of the youth are housed in urban or suburban centers. Swimming in a farm pond with your friends on a hot July day certainly qualifies as a rural thrill, especially when the water is deep and there is a dock to jump off. The pond is in a field back behind our house and my kids swim there compliments of a good country neighbor. The picture above shows my middle son, Robert, grandstanding for his brother’s camera. And this next shot is his brother, James. And this next picture gives you an idea what these sons of mine often look like before they go swimming. Such pictures warm my heart because this is the exact kind of life Marlene and I deliberately set out to give our children many years ago. Some fathers want their sons to have a better education than they had so they’ll grow up to get a high-paying job. But those things are not big priorities to me. I wanted my children to grow up with a better childhood than I had. And, thank God, they have. Barns & Memories Garth Fout, the enterprising, multitalented Ohio artist and Etsy entrepreneur, has me thinking about barns here at the end of this short, hot, muggy month of July 2010. That beautiful barn pictured above happens to belong to Garth. Before I tell you about Garth’s barn, I want to tell you about a barn I remember from my youth. No, it wasn’t in the crowded housing project. There were no barns there. Just houses—street after street of so many little one-story ranch houses, all pretty much the same. The barn of my youth was in the veritable wilderness of Aroostook County, Maine, way up there near the top. You take US Route 1 north until the end of that road, then you keep going. My grandfather, Percy Orlan Philbrick of Fort Fairfield, Maine, had a big white barn built into the side of a bank, with a cavernous, cool, dark potato cellar underneath. His barn was full of stuff he had accumulated over a lifetime. I remember it was packed to the rafters in places and everything was covered with a layer of dust. My grandfather’s barn was a great place for curious boys to explore and that’s exactly what my cousin, Peter, and I were doing the summer after Percy passed away in 1971. I was 13 and Peter was a year older. Here’s a picture that my Aunt Irene, of Bridgewater, Maine, sent me awhile back. It is grandfather Percy and me, or so she thought. But I’m quite certain it is actually Peter. I can tell by the eyebrows. Anyway, years later and all growed up, while exploring in our grandfather’s barn, in a drawer full of big old rusty bolts, Peter and I found something very exciting... “What are these?” I asked Peter, holding the little paper cylinders up in the air. “Those are firecrackers!” Peter exclaimed, while reaching to quickly take them from me. I had never seen firecrackers up close, but I certainly knew what a firecracker was. Peter put them in his pocket... for later. Squeezing between some old farm equipment in that barn, I snagged myself on a sharp piece of metal. It sliced deep into my thigh. The gash probably could have used stitches but Band-Aids sufficed. Today, the clearly visible scar is a reminder of that summer—the summer Peter and I found the firecrackers in our Grampie Philbrick’s barn. A couple weeks later, back at Peter’s house in Springfield, Mass., we decided it was time to light one of the firecrackers (all the adults were gone). We had been eagerly anticipating the moment for a long time. Having no experience with fireworks, we were a little bit scared. It was decided that Peter would light the fuse and throw the firecracker away from us, on the blacktop driveway, and that’s what he did. We stood there, half turned away, fingers in ears, eyes squinted almost shut, watching the little object, anticipating the big bang. The fuse quickly sparked down... and nothing happened. The firecracker just sat there with a little smokey haze wafting above it. "It’s a dud.” Peter said. We walked over and looked at the firecracker. I reached down to pick it up. Peter yelled, “Don’t touch it!” I stopped, my fingers almost on the firecracker, and started to pull my hand back. At that instant, the firecracker exploded. Had Peter not yelled, I would have been holding that little stick of explosives in my hand when it blew up. It was a close call. ========== I can not let the subject of my grandfather’s barn pass without telling you about the barrels. In a room under the barn, right next to the cavernous dark cellar made for storing the potato harvest, there was a small, stark room with a south-facing window (I just checked Google Maps for the direction). It was used by my grandfather as a workshop to fix damaged wood-stave potato barrels. Here is a picture of the kind of barrels I’m talking about. Percy was retired from potato farming by the time I knew him. His health was declining. But he made some money fixing potato barrels for other farmers. They would bring their damaged barrels to him by the truckload. I was maybe seven years old when this recollection took place. I was visiting for the summer, staying some of the time with my Grandmother Kimball in town and some of the time with my Philbrick grandparents at their farm. Those were the good old days for me. My grandfather would have his breakfast and then go to his workshop to fix barrels until lunch time. Some days he would work in the afternoon too. I tagged along. The shop was cool and he would start a little fire in a small stove, fueling it with broken barrel pieces. He gave me a hammer and a big screwdriver and showed me how to use the tools to pry loose and remove cracked and broken wood cleats that were nailed under the bottom of the barrel. Any nails left sticking out of the barrel bottom needed to be pulled out with the hammer claw. The job suited me. Percy worked quietly and steadily and methodically. In my mind’s eye, I see him sitting by the window, silhouetted against the light, a bunch of small nails between his lips, taking one at a time as needed to pound into the new bottom blocks. Next to him, on an old workbench was a large-diameter rope attached to a ratcheting mechanism. He would put the rope around a barrel and turn a handle to tighten it. Once tight, the rope would hold the barrel together while he removed and replaced a broken hoop. I have seen such a workbench once since then, in an agricultural museum here in New York. It was a tool from the 1800’s and I stood there a long time, looking at that old thing, thinking about my grandfather. In the 1960’s and early 1970’s he was using a tool that was probably a hundred years old to repair potato barrels, just like men in that region had done for generations. I wonder if there is anyone anywhere still doing this. Probably not. Wooden potato barrels and hand-picking of the potato harvest is, for the most part, a thing of the past. We are, after all, now in the agribusiness era. The old skills have disappeared with the old ways. I helped my grandfather on more than one occasion with the barrels and I know I was a good helper because he told me so. And I heard him proudly tell other people. Many years later, my mother asked me if I remembered helping Grampie fix the barrels. Yes, I sure did. I don’t suppose I will ever forget it. It’s funny what events register clearly in a young boy’s mind—for the rest of his life. ========== The barrel hoops my grandfather used were split from tree saplings. They still had the bark on them. You can see such hoops on the barrel in this next picture. Percy kept the hoops coiled up in galvanized washtubs full of water outside the workshop, under the eaves of the barn, taking a few at a time as needed. He would notch one end, wrap the long, wet hoop around the barrel, and mark the other end to notch. Then he would make that notch and use a hatchet to chop off any extra material on the end, before interlocking the notches and setting the hoop over the barrel. A hammer and a block of wood were used to drive the hoop down tight. Then some nails were used to secure the hoop there. And, again, I wonder.... Did that youthful experience helping my grandfather fix musty potato barrels in a dark little workshop under his barn influence me so that, years later, I gravitated into a career as a carpenter and woodworker? ========== Here is a picture of me back in the day. I’m all spiffed up, a proper gentleman, on the porch at my Grandmother Kimball’s house in town. Grampie Philbrick called me a “little city slicker.” Those summers of my youth spent in Northern Maine were a study in contrasts. On the one hand, Grammie Kimball was relatively well-to-do because my grandfather Kimball was a doctor and had been wise with his investments. Grammie Kimball had a fine home in town and drove a big Cadillac. She always dressed real nice, and bought me all kinds of things, including comic books, which I dearly loved reading. And she had a big color television, all the better to watch episodes of Daniel Boone and Bonanza . Then, on the other hand, my Philbrick grandparents lived a harder, more sparse lifestyle on the farm. They did not have much money. ========== One day my grandfather Philbrick took me with him to get a new supply of the barrel hoops. We did not get them from the woods. We got them from “the Indians.” Knowing that I was going to go see real Indians filled me with anxious anticipation. My grandfather drove an old, beat-up, dark green VW bus. It was somewhat offbeat for a old potato farmer to be driving, but the big roll-open side door was practical. He rearranged his fishing gear and hip waders to make room for the hoops. My grandfather drove slow and, like every farmer I’ve ever known, his eyes were continually surveying the fields, checking out the crops. This would inevitably lead him to gradually veer off the road, toward the ditch. But every time, just in time, he would come to his senses, realize that he was about to drive us in the ditch, and quickly steer back onto the road (I may have brought the impending crash to his attention a couple of times). I remember telling two visiting cousins, Lisa and Jeff, as we were all about to ride with Grampie to the “Fairmont” country store (memorable to me for its creaky wood floors and lack of much to buy) that they needed to be aware that Grampie might drive off the road—and be prepared for the crash. Sure enough, he was watching the fields out the window to his left while slowly, gradually steering the VW towards the ditch on the right. But we never did go into the ditch. I know cousin Lisa still remembers that ride. Getting back to the indian story.... We did go and get hoops from the indians but I was greatly disappointed when we got there. None of the indians I saw resembled Mingo, Daniel Boone’s sidekick on television (played by Ed Ames, who, it turns out, was actually Jewish). There was no village with teepees, no loincloths, no feathers in their hair, no tomahawks and no bows and arrows. The indians were dark skinned with black hair but they pretty much looked like regular people. Far as I could tell, they weren’t real indians. Here is a picture of my grandfather and grandmother, Percy and Gertrude Philbrick, taken back in those days. Also, on the cover of this book, is a picture of Percy and me. It is the only picture I have of him and I together (because I’m sure that’s my cousin Peter in the other picture I showed you). About Garth’s Barn Now I’ll tell you about Garth Fout’s barn. Garth’s barn might well be the most picturesque barn in all of Ohio. Back in 2003, an enterprising 23-year-old painter named Scott Hagan painted the Ohio Bicentennial logo on a selected barn in each of Ohio’s 88 counties. Garth’s barn (not owned by Garth at the time) got two logos. If you go to this web site, you will find links to all the “Bicentennial Barns” in Ohio. Click on “Defiance” to see Garth’s. And while you’re at it, you can go to this web site and see lots of other neat old (and some new) barns from Ohio and elsewhere. There is one category for “religious theme” barns. Like this one, in Stephenson County, Illinois.... Or this one in Lenawee County, Michigan...... Update On The Deliberate Agrarian Haiku Poetry Contest Last month, when I told you about the Agrarian Haiku Poetry Contest I was sponsoring, I wondered if anyone would participate. Well, I’m not wondering any more. Thus far, 68 haiku poems have been submitted. Every poem submitted thus far is a good one, but some are exceptional. At this point Marlene and I are in agreement about the best one of all. But that could change because the contest runs until November 25th and I hope/expect to have a lot more submissions by then. Please stop by the contest web site and see which haikus you like the best. Then, if you have not done so already, I hope you will compose and submit some poems of your own. There are some great prizes, which brings me to a small announcement and a new idea.... Thoughts on the 2nd Annual Deliberate Agrarian Haiku Poetry Contest The picture above is a functional artistic creation made by none other than Garth Fout, the fellow with the beautiful barn in Ohio. Garth calls it a “Piggy Back Massage.” Nice. Garth has donated this agrarian-themed object as a prize in this year’s Haiku contest. You can see it listed with all the other great prizes at this link. Garth’s offer to donate this prize has me thinking about prizes for next year’s contest. I’m thinking that other down-to-earth craftspeople from across the country could contribute items they create as official prizes in the contest. By next year, the contest will be really well known and really popular and a really LOT of people will be stopping by to check it out (I’m really thinking positive about this). So those who donate a prize to the contest would get some good online marketing exposure. I'm not sure this is something I'm going to actually do yet. But if you have a home business crafting items of beauty or functionality (or both) and you might like to contribute a prize to next year’s contest, send me an e-mail: [email protected] Wounded in Action My US-Army-soldier son, stationed on the DMZ in South Korea has been wounded in action—water skiing action. He took a bad fall and broke his tibia (or maybe it was the fibula—I can't remember right now). Doctors operated for two hours and used a metal plate with seven screws to put him back together. That was two days ago and he will be healing for awhile. Our Annual Rt 90 Garage Sale Safari Last weekend was the annual 50-mile-long Route 90 Garage sale, which I’ve written about here in past years. We typically go as a family but this year Marlene and I headed out by ourselves, while Robert and James went together in Robert’s truck. Marlene brought along some ice water, homemade tabouli salad, cucumber slices and homemade hummus for us to snack on. We took our time, enjoyed the beautiful day, saw some friends along the way, bought some fresh peaches and nectarines at an orchard overlooking Cayuga Lake, and had a good time. Here’s a picture of one place we stopped. I took it to show you the nice little barn in the background. Of course, we found some great stuff along the way. Marlene’s best find of the day was a 1961 first edition, second printing, of Julia Child’s classic cookbook, “Mastering The Art of French Cooking.” It’s in great shape. She paid 50-cents for it and will probably sell it on Ebay (they typically sell there for $50 to $75). I found a great book too. It’s titled How to Go About Laying an Egg, by Bernard Waber (published in 1963). Here’s a picture of the title page. The book begins with “Rule 1: Make sure you are a hen,” and then proceeds to help you “decide whether or not you are a hen.” It is a silly little book that people are paying $10 to $20 for on the internet. I bought it because of the chicken art. I’m sure my friend, Jax Hamlin, the chicken folk artist from Nonesuch, will love the book. My best find of the day was a strap-on, one leg milking stool... There was no price on this simple, functional old tool and I asked an older lady at the sale how much she wanted for it. She asked if I was an antique dealer. I said no. I told her I planned it use the stool—that I was going to strap it on my wife so she could sit down while picking beans in the garden. The woman said I could have it for two dollars. I didn't feel right paying two dollars. I gave her five. The stool was made in Holland. I asked how long ago it was last used. She said they used it back in the 1940’s when they were milking 17 cows. But then they got a milking machine and didn’t need the stool. Today the farm milks 85 cows. On the way home, while discussing our different sale finds, I asked Marlene if she would be so kind as to model the stool so I could show all my blog readers how it straps on one's rear end. She just laughed. But I have strapped it on myself and I can tell you it is a very comfortable seat. The base of the leg has a spring that acts like a shock absorber. Speaking of beans, here’s a picture of Marlene (taken by herself) after picking green beans on a wet July morning... Breakfast in July Yogurt with granola, topped with lots of just-picked raspberries (I guess you would call it a parfait, which sounds very French to me, but I do not find "parfait" in the Julia Childs book). That, along with a cup of coffee, outside on our patio, in our back yard, in the stillness of the early morning, here in the rural countryside where we live, is one of the best examples of “the good life” that I can think of. Our raspberry canes have yielded very well and been such an enjoyable treat in this July now past. In addition to the weekends, I’ve been home for such breakfasts two weekday mornings each week because I’ve been working only three and a half days at the prison job and the rest of the time at my Whizbang Books & project parts business. Marlene and I have also been spending a lot of time tending to the various needs of my ailing stepfather. One of those needs in July was to buy his house. We don’t intend to ever live there, but buying the place was the right thing to do under the circumstances. I can tell you that we would not have ever been able to do such a thing were it not for the relative success of the Whizbang business. And I can’t help but think what an awesome, sovereign orchestrator of events God is by providentially foreseeing the need and providing the financial resources for this purpose. Land Update It has been months since I announced here that we were probably going to buy 1.5 acres of field and woods right next to us. We had offered the owners an exceptionally good price for this section of their property. They accepted out purchase offer. We were thrilled at the prospect of doubling our acreage. And then we waited... and waited... and waited. We waited a lot of months. Well, now the waiting is over. It turns out we are not going to purchase the land. The owner has just re-listed the whole property (house, barn, and all the land) with a new real estate agent. At this point, we could re-offer to purchase the section of land, but we are feeling that we should not. We will just wait some more (we’re good at waiting) and see what develops. They have put a high price on the property. Too high, if you ask me. There are other, much nicer properties around us for considerably less. I will be surprised if it sells. They can come to us if they want to sell the section. We would still buy it—but not for the exceptional price we offered before. So now we will do what we have always done, which is to say, we will do the best we can with what we have, right here where we are, while being content, and waiting (always waiting) to see what Providence has in store for us next. Update On The Planet Whizbang Garden Tote Back in January of this year I showed you a picture of the wood and wire tote that I made. We have been putting that tote through the paces around here and I can report that it is a very handy homestead tool. It’s also has an attractive tool. In the picture above, the tote has a variety of gardening tools in it, and even a sledge hammer. Hanging over one end are numerous wires that were used to make tire sidewall cloches which are part of my Whizbang Squash Planting Secret. You’ll also notice a long-handled hoe resting on top of the tote (it rides there very nicely). The tote will carry all of those things comfortably, with room to spare, and I’m very pleased with the tote’s durability and usefulness. That particular tote happens to be my 5th prototype; I made four different versions earlier this year and scrapped them all. After putting some use on this tote, I’ll make some additional minor modifications when I put together a final version this winter. It is my intention to publish inexpensive, step-by-step directions for making these homestead totes. (Update 4/14: Plans for making the tote are now available at This Link) Uncle Clyde’s Just-Published Memoir My uncle, Clyde Kennedy, out in Ohio is 87 years old and, with the help of his children, has just published an autobiography of his life during the years of the Great Depression. It’s titled, The Hard Surface Road. I read about half the manuscript around ten years ago (he has been working on the book a very long time) and knew then that Clyde’s experiences and recollections were an important historical chronicle of that difficult era—an era that precious few people alive today can relate to. Uncle Clyde (who married my mother’s sister, Dawn, back after WW2) was a child during the Depression years but his memories of those days are clear and poignant. There were no unemployment benefits back then—no food stamps—no social services of any kind to speak of. There was, however, family and families helped each other. But Clyde’s family on his father’s side, were one rough bunch of Eastern Ohio coal country moonshiners. The book is dedicated to Clyde’s mother, Anna Statzer Kennedy. Chapter 1, titled, Homeless and Adrift, begins with these words: The stubborn pace of time cannot erase from my mind how fate, in one of its bleakest forms, set our family adrift in the throes of the Great Depression. Born on the first of January in 1923, I was seven years old when the Roaring Twenties curled up and died. Dad lost his job, the bank foreclosed on our mortgaged house, and our good life vanished like a dream at sunrise. Dad’s brute strength, craving for work, and devotion to Mom kept our heads above water as we battled those cruel hard times. I wonder, though, what in the world would have become of us boys had it not been for our indomitable mother, who stood at the helm with her trust in the Lord. If and when this book is published in a more affordable format, I’ll be letting you know about it here. You can learn a bit more about the book at this link. The Next Depression.... Speaking of economic depression, the talking heads on radio (and probably television, which I don’t watch) are continually worrying about the economy. They are now suggesting that we may be headed for a “double dip” recession. That’s a laugh. A double-dip recession is mild compared to what is more likely in store for America. Double-dip recession is like a head cold compared to terminal cancer—with terminal cancer being the kind of economic outcome we’re likely to encounter. Some people interpret such a prognosis on my part as much too negative, and pigeon hole me as a “doom & gloomer.” Well, I don’t consider myself that. I’m just a guy who has enough historical perspective to know we are not immune to collapse, and I understand pretty well the fundamental economic flaws inherent in our debt-money system. I also know very well that human nature is flawed too. So we have flawed people trying to save a floundering, flawed economic system. It’s just not gonna happen. They can stretch out the inevitable, but not forever—and then what? God only knows. But I can’t help thinking it’s going to be very, very difficult—primarily because we live in a civilization that, for the most part, has disengaged from the land, is not accustomed to hardship, and is so incapable of providing for its own needs. There is sufficient reason to believe the upcoming economic crisis will be worse than the Great Depression (this short article provides some pertinent insights). Faced with such a scenario, the question always arises... What about me? How will I and my family fare in an economic collapse? None of us knows these things. But I can tell you this much... If you are living a lifestyle that is totally dependent on the government, the industrial providers, and/or your fiat-money reserves, you are in a dangerous position. If you don’t have access to a debt-free section of land to live and grow food on, you are in a dangerous position. If you lack the tools and hands-on skills needed for self-sufficient living, you are in a dangerous position. If you do not have a stocked larder, you are in a dangerous position. If you don't have contingency plans for living without running water and electricity, you are in a dangerous position. If you do not have a network of family and friends that you can depend on in difficult times, you are in a dangerous position. If you lack the faith-based worldview needed to comprehend and accept the ugliest of scenarios, and to sustain yourself through them, you are in a dangerous position. That said, it is my contention that Christianity, properly understood and lived, can sustain a person through any crisis he or she will ever face here on this earth—bar none—right to the end. But I can also tell you that Christianity, properly understood and lived, tells it’s followers to sever their dependencies on the dominant world system. Precious few of those who profess to follow Christ seem to understand this. They limit their response to this biblical call for cultural separation because, frankly, they love their bondage to the world system—they have no desire to pursue the harder way of life that naturally follows the active pursuit of separation. To a degree, I must admit to being among these “worldly” Christians—but only to a degree. The fact is, I have the tools, the skills, the land, and the spiritual resources to accept and deal with the coming adversity. I may not survive it, but I’m equipped to deal with it. This is all something to think about as the myopic talking heads blather on and our government feeds us a continual stream of economic data skewed to make the situation seem better than it is (and that’s getting harder to do all the time). A New Vision For The Retirement Years I have read Gary North’s writings for a long time. In a recent essay titled, Two Bad Investments: Stocks, Bonds, North reiterates something he has been saying for many years, which is that your average person can not rely on conventional investments for financial support in their “retirement years.” In the recent article, after explaining why stocks & bonds are a bad investment, North states the following: The average American has no pension. He has Social Security: a political claim against the future wages of people just like he is, only younger. His security is no better than Federal Reserve monetary policy, Congress's ability to persuade younger workers not to revolt, and his children's willingness to bail him out when the first two prove to have been false hopes. The median net worth of Americans 55 and older is around $200,000. That was before the housing decline..... Think about this number. If a man is worth $200,000 at age 60 or thereabouts, or maybe $230,000 at 65, how much passive income will this generate at today's bank CD interest rate? Under $2,000 a year. So, he will have to sell his equity. But wait! The bulk of that $200,000 is the equity in his home – or was. So, he will have to sign up for a reverse mortgage. He will sell his house in stages. The point is, if he lives for 20 more years, and his wife outlives him, they will be in poverty at death. He will have to sell at least $10,000 in assets each year to supplement Social Security. Inflation will speed up this process as the dollar depreciates. His medical bills cost the government about $1,000 a month. Can you see why people hold placards at political rallies: "Don't touch my Medicare"? They are trapped. If they had to pay for their own medical care, they would be in poverty within a decade of retirement. This is the reality of pensions and retirement. Yet the people on Tout TV do not tell listeners, "Sell your stocks. Start a home business. There is no way that you can retire in comfort with money in the stock market." People want to believe that they can write a check each month and forget about the future. They delegate responsibility for their future to experts who get paid whether or not their investments pan out. This is madness. It is universal. Such reasoning from Gary North was like a kick in the pants when I read it years ago. It was a powerful incentive for me to begin a home business writing and self-publishing Whizbang books, and to start selling various project parts, while still working a full time “day job.” I did not undertake my home business with fast money in mind, I did it with my older years in mind. I also did it because I hoped it would eventually enable me to come home from my prison job. I have no money invested in stocks or bonds. It is invested in inventory, marketing, new product ideas, and, hopefully, a good name in the minds of my customers. My concept of retirement is not leisure and non-productivity. It is continued simple living and frugality combined with hands-on work and creative pursuits—but not working in a conventional job for someone else. Lord willing, I’ll be realizing this kind of retirement soon and will be productive at it for many years to come. I’m telling you this because I think Gary North is right on with this idea—it makes incredibly good sense to develop a home-based business, with your retirement years in mind. You can read the above-mentioned essay and several other Gary North articles at this link. In The Final Analysis Unemployment. Inflation. Deflation. Recession. Depression. Societal collapse. Whatever. History marches on and you and I are not going to change the historical course. It does no good to worry about outcomes. But it does us some good to respond wisely. And to my way of thinking, the wise response is a deliberate and agrarian one. If there is a common theme to my writings over the past five years, this is it.... Humble yourself. Ground yourself in the spiritual sense (see above). Ground yourself in the physical, earthy sense so you can grow some of your own food. Stock the pantry. Eliminate debt. Downsize. Simplify. Make do and be content with less. Learn the various hands-on skills of self-sufficient living. Establish one (or more) small home businesses. Embrace the little pleasures of life. Thank God for His blessings.... ....Like, For Example, Tomatoes Last year was not a good tomato year around here. There was a blight. It was very discouraging. But the tomatoes are looking better this year. Those four beautiful tomato fruits shown above are of the "Tommy Toe" variety. They are indeterminate tomatoes, which means they grow up in the air instead of bushing out, so you can grow them on a trellis. Trellised tomatoes are easy to take care of and very satisfying to grow. Here's a picture of these trellised tomatoes... That trellis section is 6ft long and 5ft 6 in. high. I planted three Tommy Toes in the span. The trellis structure itself consists of two t-posts, topped with two of my Whizbang T-Post trellis fittings (not yet available) which support a length of sumac tree trunk. Sumac is pretty much a weed tree and I cut it out of the hedgerow across the road from our house. This is actually the second year I've used that particular length of sumac to span t-posts. Strings are tied top to bottom for supporting the tomatoes and grass clippings around the bottom keep the weeds down. I have let the tomato plants grow to about 6 ft high. Now I'll prune them as needed to keep them that height while the tomatoes start ripening (they ripen from the bottom up). Another Kind of Trellis Structure Marlene likes to grow morning glories. They are a flowering vine and I have come up with another Whizbang idea, which you can see in the picture above. I call them Trellis Triangles. Trellis Triangles are little triangles designed to hold short or long lengths of dowel. You screw the triangles to your house or garage or barn. Then slide in a length of dowel and tie strings between the dowels. The strings support your climbing plant. At the end of the season, simply snip the strings and leave the triangles with dowels in place for stringing again the next year. As you can see in the picture above, you can attach a longer dowel to the underside of a soffit and fan the trellis string out. I'll show you a picture of this same support next month. Here is another view, looking down, from triangle support to triangle support, by our patio in the back of the house. The black you see is tar paper "siding." I'll have more to say about these Trellis Triangles (Whizbang Trellis Triangles, that is) later this year. They are made of HDPE plastic so they're impervious to the rain and cracking and all of that, like wood would be. One Last Barn Probably the most remarkable old barn I've ever been in is at the Hancock Shaker Village in Pittsfield, Mass. Here's a picture of the outside. ========== That's all for this month. Thanks for stopping by. I enjoy posting these monthly Updates and I hope you enjoy reading them. Best wishes, Herrick Kimball
Architects like Frank Lloyd Wright, Ludwig Hilberseimer, and Andrea Branzi anticipated today’s interest in urban farming.
More a Garden Design course, below, than simply another garden. What can you label, below, as the Garden Design 'rules' followed? Decades I've taught at the local college and Atlanta Botanical Garden. Never, ever, tire of this phase of Garden Design. Name it to claim it. If you know what you are looking at, and can name it. YOU can do it. . Color, contrast, flow, layers, mystery, expanse, minutia, shapes. . Color, did you know green gardens are the 'fastest' to look like something? Green gardens are also calm, less drama, perhaps best said, more of the right drama. Then, within the green are myriad greens. . Contrast, big leaves next to small leaves, rounded shapes next to cone shapes, woody plants next to herbaceous. . Flow, the pathway has me, feet want to travel, finding what's around the curve, mystery. . Layers, all checked, pocket of open sky, canopy trees, understory trees, walls of tall bushes, wainscoting of medium bushes, low bushes/groundcovers are flooring & carpet. . Space too large, 100's of acres, a garden room similar, below, nearish your house will warm & own the expanse. Space to small, neighbors homes jutting into your face, a garden room similar, below, around your home, creates a huge landscape, eyes drawn to the expanse of canopy trees and sky, which is infinite. . Minutia of hair like foliage, velvet like moss on the trees, chartreus with dark greens and etc. Drama change for winter, the garden, below, holds together in all seasons. Pic, above, here. Understanding the Garden Design 'rules' and principles, above, please tell me this makes you laugh, below, in the 'knowing' what they've done, below. Well done, dramatic pairing, fun drama with Garden Design 'rules'. Pic, above, here. Pic, above, I shot yesterday in our garden. . Yesterday, my harvest table was finally unloaded from the truck. Temporary location while 'macro' garden construction is completed, you know, drilling a well, graveling drives, renovating sheds, adding a porch, and too much other garden infrastructure keeping me away from my beloved 'micro' gardening. . Laskett immediately on top of harvest table, owning it. Behind him, the materials yard awaiting its new barn. Yes, chaos of materials yard getting on my last nerve. Alas, at least another full year before it's cleared. . Harvest table denotes 1st move into my shed, Beloved using my shed until his barn built. "Where is the Gator going if you put your harvest table there?", Beloved asks. "No, they both won't fit there.", he responds to my answer. I smile in return, thinking, "Go away, I've got this." Poof Beloved's gone, I arrange table, Laskett & I do what we do so well together, bask in each other's adoring presence, Laskett affirms every thought in my head. Sitting a moment to shoot table/Laskett/setting sun, I glance at the open space for the Gator, with a smile. . With great pleasure, I walk to the gravel drive where the Gator is parked, crank it up, pull it into it's new space, 2' to spare, turn the Gator off, pull the brake lever up enjoying its sound, surveying the Gator's new domain. Beloved still working in back at the pond, Laskett & I walk to the house, gardening day done. . Best irony about my shed, it's a century old, Beloved moved it last year, renovated it, new walls, new window, new door, new floor, added a tin roof to two sides, and it's my shed. We knew up front he had to use my shed for many of his things, many, until his barn is built. Has been a great chapter getting here, I'm not in that chapter anymore. You've already noticed this new chapter title, My Shed. . Thought you would appreciate a little raw reality gardening. . Garden & Be Well, XO T
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I keep thinking, "It's spring, what's the most important thing to pass along to a new gardener, who won't hire a garden designer?" The typical, have a job, home, family, little time, tight budget, new gardener. If you've read this far I know you are a stubborn sort. Headstrong. . Gonna do it your way. You will figure out the bonafides of a garden, and do it better. . Yes, you, I'm considering you. . Found both pics, below, recently. Probably not at all what you are considering. Yet, you should consider both gardens, intently. . For starters, describe elements, below, of each garden. You probably don't have a vocabulary to describe these gardens. With your impatience, I'll give you some garden design words, axis, double axis, cross axis, fine texture, coarse texture, layers, high density, low density, focal point, focal point on axis, views on axis, color trinity, flow, contrast, repetition, seasonal focal points, cross axis, evergreen, hardscape, deciduous, herbacious, pollinator habitat, property value, HVAC costs, seasons, walls, ceiling, floor, groundcover, backdrop, historic, modern, deer proof, low maintenance, drought tolerant, pleasure garden and etc. . Name it to claim it. Corny, and true in garden design. . Both gardens, below, though different are the same. . What is the most important fact about both gardens? Hint, it's a single word. . This important fact, is for you, the new gardener. Peruse the pics, the 'word' describing both is at bottom. Pic above, here. Pic above, here. . In addition to the most important word about both gardens, above, you have a personal arrow in your quiver of garden design. A mission statement. . Liking words, a few words, tossed into zero order, in describing what I want for/from my own garden design as a mission statement: thought opera, traditional notions, intellectual journeys, obscure, subliminal, engaging, layering events, penchant, gaggle, lacy melodies, cello, ruminative, densest moments, ravish, musical fodder, droll, matter-of-fact, jester, astute, hepcat, pervades, dance to their tune, dramatis personae, sprite, poignantly, and you get the idea of how I wish to live in my own garden design. . So, you've had time, what is the best word, describing both gardens, above. Why would I choose them for you, a new gardener? . Fast. Both gardens will give a 'fast' effect. Too many garden designs take 5-10 years to be anything. Both gardens are loaded with structure, trees, hedges, paths, lawn. Notice what each garden does not have? Loads of flowers. Flowers are secondary in garden design, structure is primary. Ironically, human nature is all about flowers. This, at the front end, is strongest in my heart to tell you, the new gardener. . Links for both pictures have slide shows of more good gardens. . Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
An excursion, below, that should be a destination in Garden Design. Pic, above, here. . Using the 3 elements, above, of garden design, plan your garden. A serious landscape, in vanishing threshold with interiors of your home, expanding lifestyle, all with ease, beauty, joy while amplifying your personal aesthetic. . Don't know the 3 elements, above? . Ceilings, walls, floors. Put another way, trees, shrubs, groundcovers. Another description, foyer, dining room, living room. Yes, now you are seeing the trinity of elements in the design, above. . Two types of ceiling, above. Can you label both? Sky & trees. Three types of flooring, above, low meadow, gravel, a chevron pattern. Three types of walls, tall shrubs, medium shrubs, contrasting texture shrubs. . Pond is a nice focal point viewed from the foyer, yet equal in use to both living room & dining room. . Focal point on plinth, on axis with don't-know-from-this-pic. . Never thought about a garden like this for your home? This garden will take your further, faster, lasting longer, than most other types of gardens. . Starting and ending points for this garden remain 180 from a garden beginning, "I want hydrangeas, peonies and..." . Garden & Be Well, XO T
I wake before dawn a few days ago, thinking how the potager beds can be made larger. . Planned since moving in 1.5 years ago, the potager has its location, and mission statement, easy to maintain, gorgeous to look at when I'm 80+. Nothing drawn. Nothing flagged. Aka, the cheapest form of gardening or a highway to hell. Me, the expert, still fighting Garden Ego. . Wisdom thinks, How will I cover the ground during down time, pull weeds during the high season. Keep deer, armadillo, possum, birds, away from my harvest? Shrink, the potager went, properly sized. Keep it small sweetie. Already knew, Keep it simple sweetie. How many more of those are there to learn? Pic, above, here. . No wood edging for us. Cobblestone. I don't want to replace the wood. Once & done, cobblestone. Pic, above, here. . Single layer of cobblestone, not my budget, above. Pic, above, here. . Wise. Incredibly wise, above. Every inch easy to work. Pic, above, here. . Have seen my price point version of cages, above, lovely. A delight seeing these, fully broughamed. Pic, above, here. . Cloches have been waiting since moving in. A few are atop a bookcase in my office. Their sound, fingertips trilling atop a table. Pic, above, here. . Hope I don't have to resort to this, above. A friend has 2, both made by her son, they're gorgeous, shaped like a traditional single room school house/church. And, made of rebar. Love it when girlfriend don't play ! . Who was that person thinking of a large potager? Keep it small sweetie. A first, thinking that. Won't be the last. . Garden & Be Well, XO T . "To bear trials with a calm mind robs misfortune of its strength and burden." Seneca, Hercules Oetaeus, 231-232. . Bless that wiser voice. When a client goes big, Beloved is not afraid to say, Build your own prison. They don't get it at first. Time passes, they all mention it to him later. They understand. . Designing landscapes, my job is more about what to say 'No' to. Realized that decades ago. . Most homes have a builder installed landscape, with rare exception, that misfortune is kept for decades thru myriad owners.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Gardening? Which sort are you? Me? Fun, little care, gorgeous, you-must-come-to-lunch-in-my-conservatory, fragrant, a proscenium for life, of the ages perfections, etc. Demand much? No? You should. . Primula Auricula Theatre, below. Pic, above, here. . Working in a nursery, decades ago, I had the privilege of ordering plants, and unloading the 18-wheeler trucks they arrived in. Primula Auricula were some of those plants. Hard work? Understatement. Great joy in the work? Understatement. Pic, above, here. . Discovering Auricula Theatre recently had me in a swoon & pout. Why hadn't I known about Auricula Theatre sooner? In addition to 100's of Auriculas I had a dozen plus display scapes. Could have done several over-the-top Auricula Theatre's. Photos submitted to all the big & local papers, of course. Pic, above, here. . Perhaps just a tray for Auricula Theatre, above, or cupcake stand, below. Pic, above, here. . Mixed Auriculas, below, more than pretty, they make a statement about the state of nurseries now, vs. 'my era', decades ago. Purchasing a nice mix of Auriculas, below, to pot-up, rather difficult in the sourcing department now. My era? Family owned independent garden centers were plentiful across USA with myriad specialty plants readily/easily available. 2008 broke that business model. Pic, above, here. . Pic, above, here. . Another demand I make from my garden? Being the gardener, above, some spring soon, with 10-15 little pots of mixed Auriculas grown from seed. Garden & Be Well, XO Tara . Truth? I have an unmatched pair of old wall clocks in the attic, innards long gone, both a prime theatre for a single plant, Primula Auricula Theatre. A sense of the ridiculous? Yes, another demand for my garden.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Living rural, going to town, the print shop specifically, is a community hub. Who knew? I go a lot. Luckily most of what I need can be emailed, and ready for pick-up. Living rural, the people you see at the print shop are the same in the grocery store, entertainments at the town square, restaurants, DAR meetings, antique shops, garden tours, church, etc. . For the 2 years living rural I've had the good fortune of having a talented, cheerful young woman help me at the print shop. She's not true to the reputation of her era. Early 20's, married, young child, working full-time and taking college classes, no sense of entitlement, just buckup, get it done. A few weeks ago she suffered a loss, her grandfather. Rutt roh, I knew it would be bad, having lost my much too dear grandmother at age 22. Soon discovered her grandfather practically raised her. Ugh. . Had to get her a rosemary plant. Rosemary is for remembrance. I know she likes to cook, rosemary is evergreen and blooms in winter. Her rosemary became a hunt, finally stopped at a small local nursery I've passed for 2 years, no time to investigate, now on mission-rosemary. They had plenty & on sale. It was hard, but walked out of the shop with a single rosemary. My garden still not at the planting rosemary layer. Patience. Plant too soon, and I know it will have to be moved. Her rosemary, at my house before gifting, needing watering/sun, placed on a porch table, its scent strong in the breeze. Moved away from quite a few mature rosemary, dear friends each. It's been difficult not going back to the nursery for more. Pic, above, here. "I plant rosemary all over the garden, so pleasant is it to know that at every few steps one may draw the kindly branchlets through one's hand, and have the enjoyment of their incomparable incense,and I grow it against walls, so that the sun may draw out its inexhaustible sweetness to greet me as I pass." Gertrude Jekyll Pic, above, here. Rosemary is deer proof, and insect/drought tolerant. . "Flowers could signify a personal friend as well as a distant hero. William Gordon wrote George Washington (1732-1799) in 1786, “Shall I endeavor to furnish your garden…with flowers & plants that may keep up the remembrance of an absent friend.” " "Becoming a gardener helped a person understand the cycle of life & death.." From Barbara Wells Sarudy. Pic, above, here. Anticipation is great, where rosemary will be planted at my ca. 1900 home. . More than giving rosemary for remembrance, I hope it's an invitation to her own garden. A friend awaiting her, a friend that will help her grieve her grandfather, no matter where she gardens in the future, her garden will always be there, supporting her through all the years she'll be without her grandfather, and future losses awaiting their turn at her doorstep. . "A garden is a grand teacher....Above all it teaches entire trust." Gertrude Jekyll . Garden & Be Well, XO T
The secret to a successful garden? Know thyself and definitely know thy limitations. We arrived in London 17 years ago, urban to the core. As New York arch
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"Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work Regular Hours." Jane Kenyon . Garden parts, below, naming themselves, personally for you. Hedges, Stick trees, Tall Tara Turf & Mown Tara Turf. Focal Point on Axis: Path to House. . Garden Design as Lecture Titles, above. Not your style, below? Come, walk with me. Won't be long before I've taken hold of your arm, hooked in mine. Life conversation, Garden conversation. More than seeing, below. You'll understand. Your time redeemed. . "A poet's job is to find a name for everything: To be a fearless finder of the names of things." Jane Kenyon. Within: Hedge - Stick Trees - Tara Turf, you've found the cradle of your Naming Things. . Not my opinion, thousands of years, we've sustained ourselves from gardens. From those gardens, their templates still used, feeding us, pollinators, Earth. Above/Below, you're looking at Your History. Cow Parsley & Tulips, above. Simple pairing, divine beauty. . "That poem was given to me by the Muse, the Holy Ghost." Jane Kenyon. Variations on the theme, above. Hedge & Gravel, instead of Hedge & Tara Turf. It's yours to mix/match as your site sings it's love song, to you. Understanding Nature's preoccupations, there's a joy in reaching another winter season, bare branches. . Gardens are your bounty, "it is an effectional knowledge, having an effect on the knower." Getting to this simplicity, all pics, empties you, finally, of distractions, rabbit holes, busyness, ego. . In return, Stewardship becomes yours, partaking of the transformation. What you've always wanted your Garden to be, more, yourself. Stewardship of your garden isn't about working in your garden, it's planted deeper, it's in your heart, and the tree-of-life. Don't forget this view of your garden, above. . In the stewardship, Hedge - Stick Trees - Tara Turf, never fails to delight, be unique, feed soil, wildlife, you. . Garden & Be Well, XO Tara . All pics, Columbine Hall, here. . Science is catching up, in small ways, with soil and our health, soil and the communication of plants. Amazing to discover plants are communicating with each other across great distances. Amazing to discover how much our moods are dictated by the myriad bacteria in our gut, bacteria from Nature not our DNA. . We need Nature, to be healthy. No pun intended, but it's there. Without stewardship, we're not healthy, nor Earth. . For decades, I assumed the Bible used metaphors of working the land, because it's something most people understood. Assumption annihilated. Science has proved, we need the soil, to be who we are, and healthy, while we're being the best version toward ourselves, each other, and Earth. . Our bodies are born with thousands of organisms straight from soil, not our parents. Plants communicating across vast swaths of Earth? They use soil organisms too, and electricity. The same electricity running our heart beats. . "The same word used for working the ground (avoda) is used for the service or worship of God. God's intention is that man would be a gardener who tills the very ground from which he came. It is a picture of how man must guard his heart and his life. God charging man to till the land can also be taken symbolically --- breaking up and preparing the soil of his heart for the Tree of Life to grow in him." The Passion Translation. . TPT has been enjoyable since discovering it a few months ago. Yet, the quote, above, frames a question. Did anyone writing their translation know about the science of our bodies and soil? Seems a layer of meaning is missing. Anyone? What do you think? Not unusual, to be wildly off, at some point, on the way to understanding, for me.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Kathryn Quinn Architects designed this home inspired by the local vernacular of agrarian and industrial buildings in Calistoga, California.
Towards the front end of your Garden Design, choose a color trinity for your exterior. House, furniture, gates, light fixtures, pots, hardware, fencing, watering cans, door mats, knobs, etc. In addition, choose a name for your home/garden. Once you've done both, order note cards, name cards, using the color trinity. . Green-Brown-White is the classic color trinity for over 2,000 years. Chosen by the best minds across centuries, seemingly chosen by Providence. Magic in Green-Brown-White ? It's unique for all permutations. . Where do I pull colors from for clients? Inside the house. Art, furniture, wallpaper, rugs, etc. Uniformly, once colors suggested, "I love that !" Of course. Pic, above, here. . In addition to Green-Brown-White, you get to choose a subsidiary color/s. To be used as hints, and also pulled from interiors, especially your art. Scrumptious Green-Brown-White, below. Saved for colors but seems more a current USA political poster. Pic, above, here. . Through many years of choosing exterior Green-Brown-White, something pops immediately. At first painting, home/garden recede into their niche, radiating considered contentment, an air of inevitability, and timelessness. Pic, above, here. . Humbling, this moth, below. Pic, above, here. Pic, above, here. Pic, above, here. . Aside from Green-Brown-White, above, all those subsidiary colors. Be still my heart. . There's little I encounter, not seen thru a Garden prism. . Garden & Be Well, XO T . An answer to my question, yesterday, about Lucinda Wharton: "Curious about her parents, how they raised this old soul child." Lady Rebecca Eildon Courtenay (b. 1969), is married to Jeremy Lloyd Wharton; they have three daughters: Alice Lucinda Wharton (b. 1998), Emilia Rose Wharton (b. 1999) and Tatiana Elizabeth Wharton (b. 2002). -the above from Lucinda Wharton's grandfather's Wikipedia entry https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Courtenay,_18th_Earl_of_Devon . Thank you, The Hunting House, would not have known where to begin. Lucinda's love for her home in the country, palpable.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
Landscape Simply. Garden Design. Regenerative. Pollinators. Agrarian. Eco. Beautiful Easy Landscapes. Gardening. Cut Flowers. Speaker writer.
When you meet landscape architect Thomas Rainer he comes across as a pleasant, mild mannered fellow... not at all the type to be traveling around the world
"Albert Einsteins 5 Levels: 5. Smart 4. Intelligent 3. Brilliant 2. Genius 1. Simple Simple transcends Genius." . Several years into attending Garden Lectures and Garden Symposiums, a beloved speaker was scheduled for the podium. Topic? Soil. Dreaded the topic, thought it a waste of a good speaker. (Hope it's obvious I was in my 20's.) . Early, for the favored front row. He flipped me. Soil is thrilling. Soil is it. He slowly waltzed the entire audience into understanding. Soil is a living force. A driving force. Sacred. He took us from truth, facts, information, to wisdom. . Many types of microbes in soil are in our bodies, microbiomes we would die without. . Decades pass, and new studies add to that original soil lecture. . Plant roots send electrical currents through the soil, to other plants, passing information of all sorts. Who knew, electricity and sentience under our feet while plants communicate with each other, and us. . You may not be interested further, but please admit it's quite good cocktail banter. Beloved gives me the evil eye in social situations, when I've begun any arcane sacred truth about Gardens..... He gets my, 'That's all', Miranda Preistly look in return. . Something beautiful, below, to put in your visual memory bank about roots and soil. Pic, above, here. Threading the parabolic knowledge amongst the unbidden knowledge I saw patterns amongst all the threads. Roots and our bodies share the same electrical current. . We 'know' our hand/forearm look like this, below. In context with roots, what do we know now? . "Love and deep truths are not based upon delivery "But upon the hearer, their emotional orientation and sensitivity, which appears to be encoded in our DNA via a particular gene that regulates serotonin in the brain. So indicates the fascinating research of U.C. Berkely psychophysiologist and behavioral neuroscientist Robert Levenson." M. Papova. Added to this science, I'd like to know which soil microbes are involved in the process. . Pic, above, here. . Roots and hand and microbes and electrical current, "...we meet transcendence where we meet our ignorance." Sir Roger Scruton. . Pic, above, here. . More hedge & meadow, above, the chair is yours. . "The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge." Bertrand Russell, 1925. . In the garden, if we see, what the garden "..has taught... about paying attention, listening to what lies beyond consciousness or words." Oliver Sachs. . Garden & Be Well, XOT . Link, below, from the seedling/roots pic, above. Take the link, you'll learn a lot about your health. Healthy Soil Microbes, Healthy People "The microbial community in the ground is as important as the one in our guts." TheAtlantic
Give the Button Top pot a go this year. . No need to go fancy a simple holly will suffice. Perhaps a groundcover conifer, pruned into the Button Top. . Why are Button Top pots rare? . Not into the Button Top? Rocket Top? Square Top? Square With a Button.... Play. . This garden, below, a Garden Design course in a single photo. . Flow, canopy, understory, groundcovers, walls, entry ways, color all year, low maintenance, insect/disease resistant, deer proof, drought proof, maximum pollinator habitat, contrasting textures, contrasting colors, focal points, seasonal focal points. Pic, above, here. . Wish I could swoop this pair to my garden. . Garden & Be Well, XO T
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Image 2 of 43 from gallery of SHED 2.0 / Studio ii. Photograph by The Fishy Project
A traditional shingled saltbox with a heavy arbor and flowering honeysuckle shadowing the front door looks right at home on Cape Cod. The problem? This hou
There is a broader horizon for foundations. . Builders must receive a certificate of occupancy ahead of selling a new construction home. Most USA jurisdictions have a minimal landscaping requirement for that certificate of occupancy: square footage of lawn, number of bushes, and number of trees. Builders are doing their job, it's not on them to change standards. . Beyond that outline the types/placement of bushes/trees is not defined further. Decades pass, the builder's landscaping remains. No concern for trees to shade in summer/warm in winter/block winter winds reducing HVAC expense and increasing property value, mature growth that won't break foundations/walks/drives/rot roofs or siding. . Civic duty is met, a baseline standard, and keep it tidy. Little relation to eco, sustainable, Nature. That trinity is ours to define. One of life's great gifts, if we take it. . Centuries before American foundation plantings, there were gardens, below. . A garden design course, below, in a single photo. . Better, eco/sustainable/Nature. Increasing lifestyle & property value. . Pic, above, here. . This garden, above, feels like it's been let out of the jail of foundation plantings. . Garden & Be Well, XO T
Inside, heavy timber posts and beams — many of which were notched for floor joists to give the illusion that a second floor had once been removed — echo the rustic aesthetic of the stone and clapboard exterior and further the historic farmstead narrative. Near the entrance to the property, the guesthouse resembles a converted […]
