I'll go with thee to the lane's end... I am a kind of burr, I shall stick. Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

I write not to teach but to learn. Rebecca West

drew's writing:

  • "Always Forever Now," Ideomancer volume 13, issue 2
  • "Black Sun," Black Static # 32
  • "Bread or Cake" and "Pride/Shame,"2nd Annual Philadelphia One-Minute Play Festival
  • "Copper Heart," Polluto Magazine issue 5, A Steampunk Orange
  • "The Accomplished Birder's Guide to Overcoming Rejection," Last Drink Bird Head, edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer
  • "Another Night With the Henriksens," Player's Theater Halloween One-Act Festival NYC 2008
  • "Hating the Lovers," and "Pipe Down!" Geez Magazine: Thirty Sermons You Would Never Hear in Church
  • "Beth/slash/Nathan," Paper Fruit Blogiversary Contest

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

moving the garden, or, look down and laugh

It's been a terrifically gloomy week, perfect for being outside and moving plants.



I love it.

My friend Dwight lives over in Dunsinane; I've been transplanting my garden to his property from the Birnam Wood house as I prepare to move.





I asked if I could put them on his property and he built this fantastic ark for my plants. I'm amazed and quite moved that he would go to so much trouble.






Taking down the clematis vine has always been a rite of autumn. This is the last time I'll take it down at the Birnam Wood house!

I have a good friend who writes a gardening blog in the DC area, and I can tell you a funny secret about her. When she was little she pronounced clematis "clitoris."





That's lamb's ear, lavender, sage, and something I can't identify, ready for the ride to Dwight's.





I planted most of the garden, my mother planted some, my father planted others. Some are gifts from friends. The one on top in the picture below was planted by my mother and I don't know what it is.





Is it baby's breath? One plant that I've been most concerned about is this miniature rosebush, given by a close friend of the family:





The woman who gave us this helped tend my mom in her illnesses, often staying at the house late into the night.





Insert your favorite quote from The Little Prince here:


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I have a neighbor I love, a fierce old liberal with a Willie Nelson style hippie look. He calls me babe. My own grandfathers were austere and stern so it feels like some glorious luxury to have this sweet old radical nearby.

I planted the periwinkle vine above because I'm obsessed with the color blue, but I told my neighbor I regretted it. One day when we're dead the people who live here will curse us for letting this vine run rampant over the hillside, I told him.

Then I'll look down and laugh, he said.

2 comments:

Glimmer said...

I found your blog searching for others talking gardening. I spent a long time here, in wonder. Thank you. Among other things, I never hear anyone talk about Henry James!

Anonymous said...

You know, when you mentioned Birnam Wood and moving to Dunsinane, I thought you meant it figuratively. I didn't realize that there are actually places with those names...

I thought you were making some cryptic reference to Macbeth.

- Keyan

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