Sunday, August 4, 2013
Five years ago when I started this blog, it was the perfect vehicle for the outward expression of what was developing in my inner life. My passionate belief that it is essential for us, as humans, to truly experience our world and what it communicates to us underlies my writing and art. Having just gone through a move to a new city and deep in the work of homeschooling I found my creative outlet here and through my articles for Newnan Coweta Magazine.
Life moves on. Once again, we are in a new place...physically and emotionally. We have completed our homeschooling years and are the stewards of a new home. I am ready to explore my art as a deeper expression of who I am. I have taken these words to heart: "My life and my art are going to tell a story whether I try to or not...a Christian is a living explanation. Be who and what you are." (It Was Good: Making Art to the Glory of God, Charlie Peacock)
So...for the time being I am leaving The Thoughtful Gardener but will continue writing, taking photos, painting and other good things at http://mydrawl.blogspot.com/ Please join me there.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
I have just met my latest deadline for Newnan Coweta Magazine with an article about the language of flowers. And so...I was inspired to create my own tussie-mussie (ugh! Hate that name, but I haven't been able to come up with another.) It is a small, tight nosegay of flowers, leaves, and herbs with each plant conveying a specific meaning. This one is for my sweet sister-in-law to celebrate her engagement. The amazing thing about this little gem is I was able to find all the components blooming in my yard (in December!!), except for the sweetheart roses. BUT to find out the meaning of each plant you will have to check out the January/February issue of the magazine.
Monday, November 28, 2011
So, so thankful this past week for...
cousins, sisters, a long room for a long table,
engagements, camellias in prolific bloom,
forgiveness, football, brother-in-laws,
help with cooking,
a father-in-law who carves, a mother-in-law who says "yes",
Aunt Merry who brings wine and "stirs" the gravy,
knex, nieces and nephews galore,
a house that flows,
making up with my husband.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I pass this captivating display of Virginia creeper (Parthenocissus quinquefolia) on my way to the studio for art classes each week...always wondering what it might be like to sleep and eat with an emerald bower twining around me. Next door, these glorious zinnias finally forced me to pull over, take some photographs, and chat with the gracious lady who planted a little spot of joy for all who pass.
Monday, October 10, 2011
No time for weeding, watering, or fresh plantings.
No time for dark, rich compost
or even a cursory spray of fertilizer.
No time for dead-heading, pinching back, and pruning.
But there it is anyway.
A garden bursting with life and loveliness.
Surprise feathery, crimson vines running rampant,
50th anniversary black-eyed Susans proliferating,
fall asters remembering to bloom,
and the lavender...floating like a balm upon the fall air.
Help me to see the extravagant beauty
in the untended garden of my life.
Lift the veil and turn my mind from
opportunity, blessing, and grace.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
For Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to flight,
the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling;
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly --- and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Unbelievably (!), when life becomes full, blogging is usually the first thing to go. Imagine things like meals, school, deadlines, dirty clothes, and research papers taking precedence! But I miss the consistent reflection of the living of life. I love the way images can evoke the memory of the moment lived--like a quick snatch of a song caught in a breeze.
A few melodies from the past month...
|An article for Newnan Coweta Magazine on the charming foxglove (Digitalis purpurea).|
|Another article for the garden issue on a friend, and fellow artist, whose home and garden so beautifully illustrate the melding and outworking of the strengths of marriage between a man and a woman.|
to the Georgia Aquarium
followed by an afternnoon of legislation at the Capitol.
|A weekend in Macon with the winning Science Olympiad Team.|
|What do you do to celebrate 95 years? |
A lovely lunch planned with 20+ dear friends. I was in charge of the centerpieces.
|And always in the midst of everything...teaching and learning...at home and with my 9th grade class.|