Art Studio of a Country Woman

Spring is my favorite time of year. Here we are galloping quickly into summer but I’ll hang on to it as long as I can!

Especially after a very wet, blustery, long winter. Native Californians are spoiled!

Flowers are at their finest in spring.
Especially garden flowers; not coddled, maybe sunburned or frosted, never perfect, those are the best.

 

Roses in shiny cellophane from Costco or the grocery store, never have a hint of fragrance but a garden rose that is “blowing” it’s petals and making a big mess is at her most fragrant!

 

 

 

And of course, jasmine and her heavenly fragrance is out of this world, especially at night. I have only glowing words for this fabulous vine but beware if you’re a neat freak. They will crawl here and there, as long as there’s a splash of water now and then, but I don’t mind.
Once you plant it, you are never rid of it! Nor do you want to be…

I spread them around the yard and when they are finished blooming, here comes the

honeysuckle!

 

 

 

 

These lilacs do not grow wild in my area, they are a mountain native, but they have a sweeter scent than any other lilac I’ve sniffed.
Just delightful….

 

Tamara… This rose is another David Austin rose. I have lots of them and cannot recommend them highly enough.
They are just gorgeous!

Tamara is one of the best roses for drying because they have such a powerful scent and lots of lovely petals.

 

Tulips, not because I can grow them.

With my gophers, moles and voles, there’s absolutely no way!! These are from the florist but such beauties in pinks and orange!

Who can resist?

 

 

This is a few of mine. Do they ever die? I’ve had some for over 15 years. They are fine with pruning and food now and then unless a critter  “girdles” them.

Such a sad event! They strip the outer bark off all the way around, strangling the bush. Hence the term….

I’ve never saved anything that was girdled including my lovely crabapple.

 

 It’s hard to kill roses here but it does happen. If farmer plants one but forgets to plant it in a chicken wire cage and also forgets to tell me he forgot.

I might as well say goodbye… to the rose bush not the farmer!

 

“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

One clover, and a bee,

And revery.”

~Emily Dickinson

 

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