The enchanting garden

One of the days my husband and I were out in Oregon, he came back from his morning run very pleased. He had a surprise to show me on the campus, one that he knew would delight me. He wouldn’t tell me what it was, though, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

Let me back up a moment to remark on the beauty of the University of Oregon’s campus. Both my husband and I attended universities that were of a mostly utilitarian, bricks-are-best style, and while in Eugene, we found ourselves commenting again and again what a pretty campus it is.

While my alma mater has an arboretum near the main campus, UO’s website boasts that its campus “is an arboretum” (emphasis mine). To call it an arboretum isn’t a stretch, considering the rest of the campus description: “… with museums, libraries, laboratories, and lecture halls situated among over 3,500 trees of more than 500 species. Bring in the harvest at the urban garden, explore the nearby historic cemetery, or walk along the banks of the Willamette River” (Source). They’re not exaggerating about the nature that is an integral part of the university.

Back to the day my husband took me off our usual path through campus. Here’s where our journey took us: Continue reading

The sweet side of gardening chores

After two days of really good, drenching rain, I knew it was time to tackle a chore I’d been putting off for far too long: weeding. I’ve written before about my tendency to put off weeding, but with the mild winter and warmer-than-usual spring, I really have let the weeds go for too long.

I had extra motivation to weed today, though. It’s nearing the official end of spring, and, according to my local nursery’s newsletter, my gardenias and azaleas needed some fertilizer (I’m trying Hollytone this year). But I couldn’t very well fertilize these plants without weeding around them, could I? So I got out my little gardening seat and started pulling weeds. Continue reading

Tree tourism

A dear friend asked me last summer what my favorite tree is. I think of her question often, especially when I’ve found some new tree (new to me anyway). Is this new tree my favorite? Or is there one from home that’s irreplaceable in my heart? I’m never quite sure of the answer, and it probably changes with the seasons.

One of my favorite parts of traveling somewhere new is taking along a camera to capture memories of the place to take home with me. And I especially love photographing new or strange trees.

This past weekend found me in Santa Barbara, California, with its juxtaposition of native desert plants and tropical plants that require a lot of irrigation to thrive. I came across several fun trees, and I wanted to share a few of them with you here. Continue reading

Nature’s pragmatic lessons

Last Thursday, I came home from my afternoon walk with my dog to find two rabbits hanging out in the yard. Because there’s a bit of Mr. McGregor in my husband and me, and because we don’t want rabbits setting up camp in our yard or eating everything in our garden, I let our dog try to chase them away (with me still holding her by the leash). One bounded away, but the other just ran in circles around a newly-dug rabbit nest. Deciding the rabbit might be a new mother, I took the dog inside and then stood at the front door to watch.

That’s when I saw it – a movement in the grass near the front walk, a dark spot rustling the grass. I feared it might be a snake at first and walked carefully toward the area. Instead of a snake, here’s what I found: Continue reading

How friendships are like a garden. Or why I hate Facebook.

If I had subtitles for my posts, the subtitle for this one would be: “Or why I hate Facebook.” Instead, I’ve put it in the title, too, because I don’t want you to miss it.

I know Facebook and other social media outlets give friends a way to stay in touch and see pictures of each others’ children and keep updated on what’s going on in our busy lives, but it also strikes me that Facebook has created distances between friends, too.

Under the best circumstances, Facebook feels like a junk-food approach to maintaining friendships, when what we really need to strengthen our connections with each other is real time together, talking, hugging, laughing and even crying with each other. Continue reading