Glory's Garden

All the world's a garden, you know, and we are mere flowers within it. Come, I'll show you!

Don't get any funny ideas!

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My Peeps!

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Happy birthday to Alexis! (and Harry Potter and JK Rowling, too.)

Me and my mom. I'm the one with the Alexis belly.
Several years ago today--no, I'm not saying exactly how many...just makes me feel that much older!-- my daughter Alexis Veronica was born, 8lbs, 4 oz and 19 inches of adorable-ness.
3 days old Alexis


Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Hidden Rhododendron

I was walking behind the backyard when I found these hidden rhododendrons. I know that sounds weird, but imagine if you will, only part of my backyard is fenced in, so some of it isn't. Behind the fenced in backyard is the driveway which leads to Tom's pole-barn. Got it? No, I don't suppose you do, but we'll continue anyway.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Staying safe in Hot-hot weather

So, I was a bit miffed at Tommy this past week. He insisted I stay indoors and out of the garden because of this unusual hot-hot weather we've been experiencing. I have so much to do outside and he wanted me to just allow the weeds to take over and the flowers to bloom without my usual pep talk. Well, that didn't sit well with me.

He did remind me of the time I was innocently weeding and

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Guest post by R. Renee Bremby

Gardening with my daughter 

Gardening with my children always seems to leave me doing all the work. Like adopting kittens or puppies they cannot live without, children somehow manage to convince parents to do things parents know will not turn out as children promise. Whenever parents fall for these "innocent" childhood promises, deep down inside, parents know they are biting off more than they really care to chew. Stuffing my mouth too full is exactly what happened with me the last time I gardened with my daughter.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Bines and Vines: There is a difference!

Wild and crazy vines and bines
So, there I was minding my own business...actually, is it your own business when you're doing research on the medicinal properties of certain plants? Hmm, I'll have to think about that for a while. Anyway, I was reading about hops which I had always thought was a vine and lo and behold, it's not! It is a bine. Well, Blimey! What in the world is a bine?

I'll tell you!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Sandy's peony problem

A while back, a couple of years it seems, I gave a bunch of plants to a friend who was just starting to landscape around her new home. I brought over all sorts of things. Tom even planted a huge Lilac on the side of the house for Sandy. She was thrilled!


However, just the other day she sends me this note on Facebook:

Monday, July 25, 2011

Sunflowers for Alexandra

So, my friend Alexandra Heep, a fellow Heliumite and blogger at A Heep's Tale Heep of NASCAR and Heep of Treasures, asked me to grow some sunflowers for her. The poor dear has no garden at present, so I set out to please her by planting some.

Well, I don't quite know what happened, but the ones I planted never emerged. Well, I was miffed to say the least.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

What my garden taught me - the hard way, a Guest post by Diane Quinn


My desert garden taught me quickly, and taught me well, and I've got the scars to prove it! Mojave Desert gardening is not for the faint of heart. It is also not for people who are squeamish at the sight of a needle. Cacti back up their don't-mess-with-me appearance with more than just a bad attitude.

I moved as a tenderfoot from the lush vegetation and wet climate of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania to the driest area in North America. The gardening and climate shock surpassed the cultural shock and proved to be a more painful learning experience for me.

Where I come from, the soil is so rich that anyone can call themselves a gardener. You dig a hole, you put the plant inside the hole, you cover up the hole, and then you let Mother Nature take over. All right, maybe you do have to spray for the occasional pest, and maybe I am understating the value of a good "green thumb". In the desert, anything, and I do mean anything, that manages to grow survives with a level of tenacity that, if it could be applied to humans, we would already have the cure for Cancer.

For those of you who live where it actually rains more than four inches a year, you may believe that "desert" and "landscaping" are a contradiction in terms. In the West, those words are code for either terracotta or beige colored sand and rocks in lieu of that high maintenance green turf that I had previously always taken for granted. Upon that basic, desert canvas an assortment of low-water plants are strategically placed, that is, if one is lucky enough to have a drip system. In my case, there was no luxury item attached-just me and my trusty hose.

Gone were the pacifist maple trees of my past. Instead, they were replaced with sentinel-like Joshua trees with a strange bark that grew downward in the shape of shark's teeth. In another corner of my yard was a small, scrawny looking palo verde tree. As this tree matured lethal-looking needles popped out on its perpetually green limbs. It was then that I began to wonder: "Was there anything in my desert garden that wasn't capable of sending me to the emergency room?"

In the minority were pacifist plants like purple sage and brightly colored garzania daisies. They became polka dots of color scattered among rocks throughout a drainage area called a river-of-rock. (Yes, I mean no water - just the rocks.)

These plants were mere fluff when viewed beside the arsenal of desert stalwarts in my garden like the sword sharp Mojave yucca; the graceful, but sharp edged Spanish
yucca; a cow-tongue cactus with two inch teeth and an elephant ear cactus with needles large enough to fit a sewing machine. Against all odds, these plants seemed to be winning a private war against the rain god, and they were winning with persistent chutzpah!

I had two things working against me from the beginning: I was an ignorant tenderfoot and I'm an Aries. You know, my "sign" represented by a ram - those creatures with big horns and a tendency to run into hard objects on impulse. As a result, here are some lessons that I learned VERY quickly:
1. Do not wear sandals or any type of canvass shoe in the yard even if your feet do need to get a tan. Your tan will not cover the scars that the odds guarantee.
2. Do not assume that standard garden gloves will protect your hands. (And, no, they do not sell any steel type fabric in the form of a glove at Home Depot.)
3. Do not use a 6-inch knife to trim any, and I do mean ANY cactus. Count on it - you will be stabbed and you will be sorry.
4. Do not think that you can stick a trimmed off piece of cactus with your knife in order to remove it from the ground. Trust me, it will slip off your knife and land on your flip-flop wearing foot.
5. Do not use plastic bags, (boxes or heavy paper bags preferred), for removal of cactus unless you want a lawsuit from your trash removal company.
6. Do not wear a hat, visor or sunglasses when working under a palo verde tree. Unless, of course, you have an especially hard head, and you won't mind if a two-inch needle pierces your scalp after you bang into a limb because you didn't see it.
7. Do not water a cactus, unless you want to kill it. (Yes, these warriors do have a weakness.) If Mother Nature doesn't provide the rain, keep your hose off of it.
Ah, yes, I remember the good old days of gardening in Pennsylvania. It was easy to be careless there because nothing in my yard wanted to slice and dice me with the precision of a Veg-O-Matic. However, with every prick, stab or slice, I gained a new respect for what it truly means to be tenacious. All vegetation in the desert fights for its life and must eventually find a way to adapt. When it finally dawned on me that our move west had certainly forced me to develop many of the same characteristics as the plants I waged a war against, I gained a new respect for my thorny adversaries.

I can laugh now at my early desert gardening foibles. It also seems fitting that I have retained a rather ugly looking needle prick on the top of an index finger that, even after two years, has still not gone away. The tiny nodules from the nasty cactus prick remain embedded under my skin as a constant reminder of a tenderfoot's lack of patience when approaching a cactus pruning job. This red bump with hardened skin may not fit any standard of beauty, but when I look at it I see more than just a blemish, and I have to smile.

I smile at the tenderfoot who too often felt like a pin cushion and who still values a tan on her feet more than a possible attack from an overly defensive cactus. Well, I am an Aries after all, and I try not to hold a grudge.

 Diane Quinn is a "green living" friend of mine and yet another Heliumite who writes wonderfully humorous stories and informative articles for Helium and for several print publications.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

What? No beach???

Kinda weird, but we didn't take any pictures of us at the beach. We did go to walk in the sand though, just not with the camera in hand. No swimming. The waves were a bit to scary for me and the memory of almost drowning in Puerto Rico last spring was a bit too vivid still. Oh, and did I mention all the baby sand sharks the fishing guys at the peer were regularly pulling out of the water within swimming (and shark attack) distance?

Let's just say I liked walking about and looking onto the marsh well out of range of sharp teeth...even if I did have to squint. Boy, was it sunny! I forgot my sunglasses and my sunhat...genius I am.


I kept telling Tom, "Let me put sunscreen on you," but he waved me off. "I'm okay for a while." he said. Ten minutes later he complains his neck is getting warm. Beat him up, is what I should do!
So, no, we didn't stay out in that brutal South Carolina sun for too long.


This was on the forth of July. We were told the fireworks would be all along the marsh and on the beach. They weren't kidding! Only at Walt Disney world's millenium fireworks show did we see more fireworks all at once.
Tom tried taking pictures of the fireworks but alas, they didn't come out very well.
You can just make out some lights in the distance. I always say they are only good in person...if you like them anyway.
We went to the very blustery peer to watch the fireworks while a southern rock band played every single  Lynyrd Skynyrd song they knew which was way too much! We decided we need never hear another Lynyrd Skynyrd song EVER!


Our hair looked rather funky from the wild wind blowing that night. Tom tried getting me drunk, too (I think he wanted to get lucky later) He got me some frozen fruity thing. It just made me dizzy and wish I never had to drink another one!

Yes, I'm quite the dull girl. Get used to it!



Friday, July 22, 2011

More brutal pruning

This is one of my Trumpet vines. This is a yellow flowering variety (I have orange ones, too). It is currently blocking the stairs which go down to my defunct greenhouse alongside the driveway and my daylily hill. Recall if you will that a nasty winter coupled with a freak hail storm pretty much destroyed the greenhouse. That's why I call it defunct, but I digress.
There is supposed to be a staircase in there somewhere!

While I was away, the vines did what they do best...take over! Man-o-man, turn your back for a week and they go bonkers, growing like mad until you feel like Jane in the jungle. Well, I know I do anyway.

Ordinarily I'm not one to prune much, especially when things are just blooming and insects of all description are buzzing happily about the flowers, but I do kinda have to get to the greenhouse on occasion. So, out came the clippers. I'll admit I was brutal. Had to be! I almost killed myself going through that tangled mess and that wouldn't do. A dead gardener is no use to anyone!
There now, that's much better, but I'm not at all thinking it will stay like this for long. There's still a month and a half of growing season left to this summer. (YIKES! Is that all???)  I'll have to get the pruners out for some major chopping all over again.

There are a couple of snipped ash trees in here too.

Nice stack of clippings for the compost pile. Not that there is room in it anymore. It's way over my head now. I may have to start another one. No big problem. That just means more compost for me to use next year. Unless Mac Pike steals it from me. He swears it wasn't him doing the stealing, but I'm not at all convinced. His garden looks too darn good, in my opinion. I just don't recall using so much of it, so I'm sure someone took it. Again I digress. My apologies.

Let this be a lesson for you vine growers (Julie of Wooly acres, this means you who begged me for several trumpet vines last year and is currently awaiting a delivery from me of wisteria vines. I swear this woman is a glutton for punishment!) Keep the clippers sharp. You'll need them!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

You can have a garden anywhere!

I often talk about my huge garden...well, I'm going to do that since this is called Glory's garden...duh!
But I figured it would be good for those who have no bit of earth to call their own to know that you can have a garden anywhere!

Lovely lavender petunias

I give proof positive with Conny's balcony garden. Another of my Helium buddies, the talented writer Conny Manero, lives in a high-rise apartment building in the heart of Toronto. These are just a few photos of what she can grow on her balcony.
As the sunbeams indicate, Conny has plenty of sun.

Conny's balcony garden consists of annuals, vines, bulbs and cute little gnomes to keep the evil spirits away and just to add a touch of whimsy.

An Asiatic lily, if I'm not mistaken

She has a really nice variety of plants, don't you think?

So much from a tiny plant in a tiny pot!


What is this I see? A rose in a pot! Who would figure?

Such a pretty one too!


Blue and white petunias look quite nice snuggled together.

Goodness, is that what I think it is on the top left corner? A trumpet vine or perhaps a wisteria vine? If it is, Conny will need a bigger balcony! Her upstairs neighbor may find a vine creeping up into his window in a few years. ;-)

Wow, she even has a Thunbergia or perhaps you know it better as the Black-eyed Susan vine. Just lovely and unexpected. I wouldn't be surprised if she gets a visit from a traveling hummingbird!

With a balcony full to this extent, who needs a yard?

See? Didn't I tell you you don't need much space nor do you need to own tons of property to have a perfectly lovely garden. Conny's balcony garden proves it!
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Conny Manero is an accomplished author of several novels one of which she has devoted to "Saving the Kitties!"  and she writes about everyday life in her blog Under the Toronto Sun.   Even her cats have their own blog Feline Corner.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Dining out in Historic Georgetown

Last time we were in Myrtle Beach, we went to the Buzzard's Roost, a little restaurant by the water in nearby Georgetown. If you actually think Tommy's going to stay in one place during vacation, dream on! Remind me to tell about our "daytrip" to Yosemite Park. Or you could just follow the link and read about it yourself at Helium.
 We actually liked the restaurant--an odd occurrence indeed. We usually try one out and say, "Not bad, but not great," and we never go back again. This one we've been to twice! It's not that we're picky. Just the reverse. We like things simple and most places are just too high-folutin' for us. Comes with being frugal I guess.
 So, the Buzzard's Roost has an upper deck which overlooks the canal.This is the boardwalk with little bridge-ways to apartments, stores, shops, bars and other restaurants. In years past this didn't look quite as nice as it does now. Georgetown has been revitalized and has gone through some good renovation projects. Loads of history here, too. It's worth it to come here just to walk around and read all the National Park plaques which are scattered about the rather pretty little town.
You can see boats floating by and the occasional fish jumping straight out of the water. The fish down south are such a hoot! "The fish are just so happy to see us that they jump out to greet ya!" Tom says. Not quite sure that's it, but you can never tell with fish!

 After our simple meal--I had fish and chips and Tommy had a burger. Well, when you're by the sea water I figure you just have to have fish. No brainer, right? Well, Tom wanted a burger. Turns out he thought it was the best one he ever had. High praise indeed coming from him!

 After dinner we strolled around and found this lovely fountain which provided a bit of cooling respite. I was melting in the heat and humidity. Funny, but when I'm home gardening in this sort of weather, it doesn't bother me much at all, but walking about at our leisure just about killed me. I'm so darn weird, it's not even funny!

Dining out in Georgetown with the Lennons... not for the faint of heart....or maybe it is. What do I know?

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

July holiday

The first week of July we always take a week off to go somewhere. You see if Tommy stays home, he works. Stay-cations are not for us. So, away we must go!
 Where did we go this time? Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. It's a happy haunt of ours, but it has been getting much more crowded and busy of late.

Still, we can find the secluded and not-often-traveled places to sneak into.
 This "preserved" rice plantation was one of them. Here Tom's reading about the building which once stood here. This always saddens Tommy. "Why would they let it get so bad that it falls apart?" he says.

At least some parts of it remain. The fireplace looks sturdy and ready to use and I really like that zig-zag fence. That reminds me of one of my favorite photographers and fellow Heliumite April May Maple who happened to post a picture of her own zig-zag fence on her picture-book blog. You ought to check it out.

Me in a field of weeds...it's like being home only without the garden gloves! ;-)
There's the Plantation house or mansion as they called it. Tommy likes to think of himself as lord of the manor. I suppose that make me his lady.

Even from the back, it's an impressive dwelling. I wouldn't be ashamed of living here.
I loved the wide porch with the rocking chairs. Those southern Lords and Ladies really knew how to live. Too bad it was at the expense of holding slaves.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Daylilies on parade

My daylilies are putting on quite the show as of late and I thought I'd parade them around for you.


I shouldn't be the only one to enjoy them I figure.

For whatever reason the daylilies are blooming for an extended period of time this year or maybe it just seems that way.

As you can see, they come in all sorts of colors, shapes and sized.

But each and everyone of them is s sight to behold. Perhaps that is solely my opinion.

Of the easiest, no fuss perennial to have in your garden, daylily is my pick.


But if you ask which cultivar...I'd have a heck of a time answering that one!

I just adore each one. It would be like picking my favorite kid!

Not gonna do that!

Hope you like the parade of Daylilies. I know I love just looking at them, but some of them do have an incredible scent.