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REBOOTING MY FLOWERS

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Grass and weeds won the battle, tangled with flower roots so badly in my front flower bed, all plants had to be completely dug out. Now I need to start over. Reboot with new plants and bulbs. Only a few old-fashion daylilies and iris survived. I’m going for easy care perennials hardy enough to handle the cold snowy winters and hot dry summers in my area. To my delight there’s a potpourri of choices, restricted somewhat by price, time, energy and planting zone.

So far I’ve planted snow-in-summer, columbine, lavender, purple sage, basket-of-gold, plus the bare roots of daylilies, dwarf lilies & oriental lilies. I want to get balloon flowers, Cupid Darts, and something fragrant. Also planting anemone Grecian windflowers, hardy gladiolas, and bleeding hearts. Waiting until after Mother’s Day to plant tender flowers. The Rockies are notorious for sudden spring freezes or snowstorms hitting after a sunny seventy degree day. 😉

My goal is add a potpourri of color with coreopsis for cheerful yellow next to feathery blue flax, some pink evening primrose, purple Liatris (feather flowers) and coral bells. It’s fun to cluster color together the way Nature paints a meadow.

Right now my garden looks sparse and a bit sad, but hopefully someday it will bloom like these:

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SUMMER ZOOM

by Karen E. Rigley

Summer ends today. It zoomed by in a whirl of family, friends, weddings, funerals, babies, endless writing projects, trips up the canyon, to the lake, in the mountains, sizzling sunshine, hot summer nights, thunderstorms and birdsongs.

It feels as if summer barely dawned and now it’s setting, touching leaves with gold and scarlet as nights cool and days mellow. I already miss it. Now guess I’d better clean up fallen apples off the back lawn, deadhead the roses and tame some weeds.

DESERT NIGHT

Stars sparkle like sequins spilled across
black velvet skies
above
flatlands stretching forever
Desolation broken only by scattered
silhouettes of cactus, greasewood and sagebrush
harsh reminders of
survival
as a hawk swoops
down toward
an adventurous prairie dog scampering
back home.

KITTEN

Nature’s young
uncuddly
soft fur
golden splotched
patches
on creamy white
fiercely battles a
grasshopper

 

VALLEY EVE

A silver line of lake shimmers

deceptively in the distance

West

violet mountains guard the far horizon

East

giant mountains of timber and rock

tower nearly to the stars

rising in the sapphire evening sky

Sagebrush foothills slope into meadows

alive with fragrant wildflowers

Trees with heavy-leafed branches

cast flowing shadows

to the music of canyon winds.

 
 

Confessions of a Lazy Gardener

by Karen E. Rigley

Thumbing through magazines and catalogues I see beautiful gardens and wish I could recreate them at my house. But the reality doesn’t match the dream. In part, because I’m a lazy gardener. Yes, I admit it. L-A-Z-Y.

Shameful, but true. Sometimes, my flower patches boast more weeds and grass than blossoms. Sometimes, there are more fading blooms than rosebuds adorning my rose bushes.

Sometimes, my clematis and honeysuckle vines entwine around the fence and even the peonies instead of the trellis. My herb garden occasionally sprouts a dandelion taller than the sage and lavender. The sad wilt of my pansies, snow-in-summer and creeping phlox reveal when I forget to water. It’s true sometimes my gardening skills look questionable.

It’s not my skill – it’s my will. I truly intend to do better this year. I hear some of you echoing my resolution, so I am not the only lazy gardener here. Good, that makes my confession easier. I love gardening – I do. Except it’s so much work. And takes so much time.  Plus I’m not as, ah, nimble as I once was.  Knees and ankles tend to protest — rather loudly at times.

Fortunately, I pad my landscape with flowering bushes like Rose of Sharon, flowering almond, forsythia, snowball, mock orange, Potentilla and bridal veil which need little grooming.

Maybe if I had raised beds to help keep out the weeds and grass? Oh, yeah.  Not so much. I tried that in a corner of the backyard. I dug down two feet and laid down that black plastic barrier before I built the raised beds. Uh huh. It took about two months for the tentacles of grass and wild morning glory to snake up through. That corner of oriental lilies, trumpet lilies and Liatris (feather flowers) fare no better than the other areas, though it appears a festive corner. Just don’t look too closely. 😉

The crazy thing is that I still get compliments on my flowers. Remarkable fact, yet I know why. Here is a secret I’ll share with my kindred spirits who love gardens more than the gardening: lazy gardeners cheat whenever we can.

Plant tough and spreading perennials like coreopsis, cupid dart, blue flax, daylilies, balloon flowers and Missouri evening primrose that need little attention. Grecian windflower anemones add a delicate touch. You can discover easy-care plants to bloom from early spring until frost. In fact, every flower (except the roses) mentioned in this confession are simple care. Though you must remember some watering and to tame the weeds a bit.

Fellow lazy gardeners rejoice! We can create beauty with minor effort – as long as we cheat.

Now if I can just get that grass out of my flowers – any volunteers?

SPRING MORN

Dew-kissed wild flowers

paint

patchwork meadow

songbirds and insects

hum

nature’s chorus

Awake!

 

WEEKEND GARDENER

 The geraniums need bedding.

My roses need dead-heading.

The pansies lost a war with weeds.

Sparrows ate my snapdragon seeds

and now they need resowing.

Naturally, the lawn needs mowing.

The hedges need trimming.

How my head is spinning!

A weekend isn’t long enough

to get the gardening done.

I must work through my vacation

instead of playing in the sun.

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SPRINGTIME in the ROCKIES

by Karen E. Rigley

A snowstorm one minute, shirt-sleeve sunshine the next – roller coaster weather in the Mountain West. So a March day may bring shoveling snow or discovering a patch of wildflowers.

Personally, this western gal — who loves seasons — is more than ready to march into spring and leave winter behind. Mother Nature probably doesn’t share my vision and plans to throw wrenches into that plan. Yet, I’ll be content if any additional snowstorms hit up in the mountains and leave the valley alone.

SPRING

Nature

buds

with

promise

of

life,

beauty

and

renewal.

FAREWELL WINTER

Exploring tulip pokes shoots out

of melting ice and snow frosted ground,

daring winter dangers to scout

promise of springtime coming ‘round.

Proving to be one brave fellow

crocus blooms purple, white or yellow.

Sunshine!

Snowmelt! Birdsongs! A thaw to last.

Earth liberated from arctic blast.

Jonquil unfolds her lemon skirt;

leaves bud on branches too long bare;

March showers splatter garden dirt;

hyacinth blossoms scent the air.

Azure skies romance cloud puffs high

while all nature is heard to sigh,

Sunshine!

Snowmelt! Birdsongs! A thaw to last.

Earth liberated from arctic blast.

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WRITING VERSUS LIFE

by Karen E. Rigley

Writing and life clash. They each steal time and attention from the other, so a writer exists in a constant battle zone. We want to write. We need to write. Does life allow us to write?

Not without a battle. Whenever I hear the expression the writing life, I laugh. No such thing. You are either dealing with life or writing. Whichever creates the loudest demand at that moment determines which you are doing.

Juggling families, jobs, deadlines, and inevitable life crisis shoots holes through the best planned schedules, so writers constantly adapt often writing at weird times, odd places and occasionally awkward moments.

It’s agonizing to be struck by muse or impending deadlines right when life bombards you. So a writer charges forward plunging through the war zone attempting to successfully conquer both life and writing.

At this moment writing is winning – an hour from now? Oncoming fire.

TELL ME A STORY


Fly me away on the wings of dreams
Weave me sounds of laughter or screams

Scorch me with fire of dragon breath
Haunt me with tales of impending death

Introduce me to people I’ll never meet
Transport me to a distant or imaginary street

Thrill me with legends of brave young souls
Frighten me by evil spells, witches and ghouls

Entice me with magic of a lover’s kiss
Excite me with blaze from a laser gun miss

Enchant me with myths of lost jewels, genies and gold
Challenge me by ancient mysteries; puzzles of old

Tease me with shadows flickering in candleglow
Intoxicate me with joy, passion or woe

Whirl me toward heaven in a tornado high
Blow me like stardust across violet sky

Whisk me away to worlds, future or past
‘til my eyelids drift closed and I sleep at last.

DOUBLETIME

Blending two careers is my aim.

It’s all in organizing they claim,

yet, all the books and articles I read

fail to explain how to achieve

the unattainablse quest,

how to get enough rest.