OK, I decided to take brilliant photographer David Perry‘s Challenge and go into my yard with my camera and look for signs of life and color. I have to admit that David lives up in the far Pacific Northwest and he was offering his suggestion (in addition to in a recent post) to gardener Dee who lives in Oklahoma, so, honestly, they might be both a bit snow-challenged at the moment. This didn’t stop Dee from taking some stunning photographs of her snowy backyard, but I do understand. Nevertheless, I had been maybe just a teeny bit gloomy about the garden this last week after being inundated with the heaviest storms in two years–all much-needed and welcomed water, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I am SICK OF MUD and add I am relishing that sun streaming in through my office window onto my keyboard right now. Yum. Such a sun bunny. It’s ridiculous.
Through the sog [I make up words, what can I say?] a glim ray of inspiration kindled my creativity so I gathered my camera and slushed out bravely through the M#*, actually forgetting about it for the first time in weeks, and lost myself in the following mind exercise: what would David shoot? (As if.) I honestly did not bear high hopes for my excursion, but went with the process. Film is back.
[Yes, I'm still using a 35 mm. camera--a good one.] And here were the surprising results!
Seeking color I jumped immediately toward the single large rosehip which I’d not cut off the roses on the arbor behind my vege garden. Here is it.
Is it not cute? Next year I will hesitate to cut them back. Why have I abandoned my Sixties roots? They are a rich source of Vitamin C and a lovely cup of tea.
And so decorative meanwhile!
Wait, there’s more! Keeping the rosehip company in the arbor is the birdhouse. Granted it’s more for looks than for occupation, but it has its place, especially in winter, apparently, where its bright colors offer relief.
Continuing my quest, I looked about for things I would not normally think to
shoot. Where is the color? Where is the color? The life. The beauty. Conner had his own ideas, so I went along with his perceptions for a moment. And what he loved most was a yellow ball he and Ruby got for Christmas which he’d dropped into a big washtub I’d left rightside up for Ruby, to collect rainwater, as one of her favorite things in the world is to jump into water front paws first, kaboom. So I let my camera look through Conner’s eyes, and this is what he saw:
What else? What else? Well, the most conspicuous splash of color in the yard at the moment is this birdbath I found in a Marshall’s in Scottsdale when I was still in the desert. When you are trying to garden in the desert you welcome such pieces, trust me! Here in California it blends into the foilage, but in winter, it does, indeed, pop!
Glancing around I certainly could not ignore the line-up of my European pots full of orphan roses I’d saved from (cough, cough) Walmart, all withered and overgrown and unbelieveably cheap! In summer they burst with those lovely single petaled pinks and whites and yellow saucer big roses. I love them. And now, refocus, it’s about the POTS.
Rounding out my Little Tour with New Eyes, I explored the last vestiges of the quince.
Maybe next year someone will teach me what to do with them. I fear they are a lost art/delicacy…
And, finally, a visit to the white lilac bush that graces the corner of my front yard, bearing the harbingers of spring–full of buds promising their sweetest fragrance and loveliest of blossoms that each passerby can enjoy.
Thanks to David for his invitation. May we all be inspired to look for beauty in the midst of our own winter seasons.
Love and blessings,
Posted on January 6th, 2008 by Kathryn
Filed under: Plants