Stories and musings about life in and out of a retirement facility.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The poppy opens her scarlet purse of dreams.
~ Iris Scharmel
It wouldn't be truthful to say I don't miss our old garden at this time of year. It provided minor drama as it came back to life day by day, culminating in a glorious burst of bloom, peaking in April and May. Along with enjoying the tried and true standards of an English garden, it was fun to experiment with new plants to see if they liked our growing conditions. Many of them ended up in the back corner of the garden which I referred to as "the infirmary". Maintenance required kneeling and bending as well as sweat and stamina and there were several years there where we just let it go and I called it God's garden. He did a pretty good job, but Mother Nature soon reclaims a wilderness and there's more to gardening than going out every morning with a cup of tea to walk around, watching the plants grow. That's one of the reasons we moved to the Manor. We'd outgrown the ability to maintain the garden.
And here the grounds are carefully planned so there's always something in bloom. Before the flower beds get too shabby, as they tended to do at home, new plantings are put in.
Every exterior view at the Manor includes an abundance of beautiful blossoms.
We're still in independent living, knock on wood, but in some of the Assisted Living units, they have little individual patios. See the bright green spot behind the white chair? That belongs to Ms. Mary and last summer she had more tomatoes than we could count growing from that hanging bag.
The gardeners have recently replanted the beds and the primroses are blooming and here and there a poppy nods its head atop a delicate stem.
Soon, this is what we'll see:
We've noticed, especially since being here, that certain individuals seem always to have a complaint and the last thing I want is to fall into that category, but if I can be allowed a tiny whine........I do miss sweet peas.