Perennials Blog Posts
August Gardening Checklist
It’s over 100 degrees in the afternoon and the plants are drooping their greenery as if to curl up and protect themselves from the brutal late summer heat.
Culling All Judgment
In the summer months, my perennial flowers are in full bloom, each competing with the other for pride of space! I take note of who’s pushing whom out of the way so that I can cull and transplant the obnoxious culprits to another more favorable spot in the garden in the early fall months.
Play Dough
The highlights of summer for me are the days when grandchildren are dropped off and sunshine spangled memories are made!
I’m All For Aging
Getting older definitely has its benefits other than senior citizen discounts! At this stage, I have gratefully realized that I don’t have to audibly spill out in words what I really think, especially if it’s exceptionally raw. Being a grandma affords me the luxury to take a look at from where my words come, examine them, and release them in timely increments.
Type 1-9, Who am I?
The man bun, the mullet, the shag, the bob, and the pixie. .
Heritage blue, avocado green, emerald green, khaki beige, and slate gray…
Aerobics, jazzercise, Zumba, circuit training, and yoga…
Life group, Discipleship Now, Intergenerational Sunday school, and Training Union. . .
So when I first heard of Enneagram, I thought, “here we go again!”
“Don’t Be Afraid,” Easier Said Than Done!
The Gospels are full of stories about Peter: impetuous, impatient, hyper- vigilant, passionate Peter. In Luke 5:1-11, Peter had already agreed to follow this guy named Jesus. He had already made that huge, monumental, life-altering, anti-establishment decision. Peter had even gone so far as to open his home to the community for healing and teaching. So, why was Peter so scared of Jesus in this story?
French Marigolds, Voted the Best Partner Plant
What’s a partner plant and why are French marigolds the best choice for any garden? Companion or Partner Planting is a tried and true old-timey technique of intentionally cultivating plants together symbiotically to help each other.
Language is ID
I am bilingual: English and Arabic. As a kid in Lebanon, I learned both languages simultaneously. By osmosis, I learned which language to use where and with whom. But in the loose boundaries of our hospitality driven home and family, both languages were used at the same time, even in the same sentences. For as all bilinguals from birth can attest, some things are just better expressed in one language or another!
Fresh Peach Schnapps Cake
Maybe baking cakes is part of my redemption journey, simply giving people the opportunity, ever so briefly, to allow their faces to light up and to live for just one more nice thing, like a piece of cake!
Stop and Smell the Roses
You know the expression, “stop and smell the roses?” I don’t tend roses anymore, except for the hardy stress-free climbers. Hybrid tea roses are too persnickety to feel at home in my wild and crazy chemical free garden. I’m waiting for botanists to create disease resistant roses that still retain their spicy sweet fragrance. Nevertheless, in the meantime, I have plenty of other flowers that show off just fine their mingled perfumes.