From My Garden

I’ve spent every spare moment in the garden this week. How wonderful to be alive and outside in such a lovely old world as this! I simply cannot believe it each morning as I see the sun rising over the woods to the east that we are to have yet another of these Eden days.

I have a ridiculous farmer’s tan (won’t that look charming with my Easter dress on Sunday?) and my Wellington boots stand by the back door in constant readiness. I’m just so full of joy in my awakening little realm that I can hardly stay indoors (except on these still-chilly mornings!). Every time I see a loved flower curling up from the earth, or hear the raptures of a mockingbird or catch the heady sweetness of wisteria on the air I remember that it was no coincidence our Savior’s resurrection occurred in the springtime. All creation is witnessing to that greatest of miracles, death to Life!

The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth His handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech and night unto night showeth knowledge! Psalm 19

I’m passionate about my garden, and I’m afraid that anyone who drops by in the next few weeks is going to get more giddy exaltations over ladybugs and compost and seedlings than perhaps they bargained for. πŸ™‚ I’ve always wanted to grow things, and though most of my experience has come by trial and error I greet each planting season with a renewed enthusiasm and optimism. My garden journal may be more full of things not to do than of things that worked—for instance, I have given up on hybrid tea roses, as they are often laughingly treated as annuals here in the hot, humid South! But I have made joyful discoveries, as well: Virginia bluebells love the shady bed beneath my cedar trees; sweet peas will grow and actually bloom here if they’re planted no later than early January; coral bells are about the pluckiest plants around and strawberry foxgloves really are perennials!

One of my mother’s very dearest friends taught me how to garden, both by the loving example of her own flowering bit of earth as well as by actual hands-on expertise. She came over when I was still living at home and gently coached me on my little plot. She explained the needed balance between sand and mushroom compost and topsoil for our obstinate red clay, and she told me how to select plants from a nursery (and, for that matter, which nursery to go to! My favorite to this day!). She instructed me on which plants do best in our climate and gave me the confidence to drop a tidy little carefully-saved wad on an evanescent living thing simply because it was beautiful.

One of the first things I did that spring after Philip proposed was to plant a garden at my soon-to-be home. I could hardly wait to get my hands in the rich dirt around this place.

“Where do you want it?” he innocently inquired.

“Right there,” I sweetly replied, indicating the precise location upon which his bountiful woodpile reposed.

Being the darling that he is, he proceeded to cart away all the logs, and in their place I found loam richer than I dared hope—all that decomposed wood! Not long after I had my beds prepared my mother’s beautiful friend came over with a car load of rootings and young plants from her own garden, and out of the thousand kindnesses she showed me during that sweet time, none could be dearer to me than this. She gave me sweet woodruff, brown-eyed Susans, spiderwort and a ‘Fairy’ rose. I planted them with tender thoughts, for to a gardener, a living plant from another gardener is truly a bit of themselves. The rose is now three and blooms profusely in dainty pink clusters, and the spiderwort (such an ungainly name for such a graceful plant!) opened its first flowers of the season today.

So, you’ll find me in the garden these days. But I’ll be back soon to tell you about my very cherished garden books, the ones that go out into the yard with me and whose pages are begrimed with garden soil…

13 Responses to “From My Garden”

  1. Deb says:

    Nice to hear from you again, Lanier. I was so glad to read this post about your garden. It sounds absolutely beautiful! At a little over a mile high in altitude at our garden, we’re a bit “behind” you. We’ve just got daffodils, hyacinths, and tulips blooming right now. But, I’m with you on the daily marvels that unfold before our very eyes! If it weren’t dark, I’d get back out there right now and do some more digging! πŸ™‚ Have a blessed Easter!

  2. Jessica says:

    Oh, your garden is simply beautiful! Enchanting…like something straight from PEI…I would definitely love to spend my days in such a garden as yours! May you have a wonderful weekend as you remember our dear Savior’s death and His glorious resurrection!

  3. Wendy says:

    Your garden looks beautiful Lanier! Doesn’t it seem like ‘all of a sudden’
    everything has bloomed and turned that springtime green…so quickly replaced
    with the darker greens of summer? Speaking of that ‘dear gardening friend’,
    I, too, was the recipient of so many of her cuttings and divided plants which I,
    sadly, had to leave behind at the old house. I still drive by there occassionally to see how my fairy rose is blooming…
    Thank you for the glimpse into your springtime garden….I can’t wait for your
    summer tomatoes to become too many for you and Philip to eat…. : )

  4. Wendy, you can have a cutting of my fairy rose! πŸ™‚ It’s almost the same thing! πŸ˜‰

    And Deb, I have been thinking about you this past week every time I squash aphids by hand off my roses! πŸ˜‰ And I also wanted you to know that we had an absolutely gorgeous time last week…a perfect sunny afternoon turned evening, and the cherry tree in full glory! Thank you for asking–you’re so sweet.

    Dear Ladies, I do hope that all of you are having a most splendid spring!

  5. Elizabeth J. says:

    Your garden reminds me of Tasha Tudor… I love her garden. My mother is a passionate gardener as well, and that is one thing I am missing right now… the lilacs and irises in bloom, the birch tree all emerald with new leaves, the evening primroses… thank you for sharing your ‘bit of earth’ with a garden-starved girl…

  6. What a lovely garden…we are certainly behind you here on the Island although our crocuses are blooming and the pussywillows are out in full force. The farmers are out on the land now and it won’t be long before the whole Island turns a beautiful green.

    Thank you for sharing your gardening thoughts. You’re inspiring me πŸ™‚

  7. Dear Lanier,
    Thank you for writng me… I feel I am your friend even though we never met! I would like to write to you and send you my news letters… It’s things I write about Israel and things that God shows me or about my life… If you can write me to (IF ANYONE SEE THIS E-MAIL PLEASE DON’T E-MAIL ME WITHOUT PERMISSION, THANKX).

    Love in Jesus, and many blessings,

  8. And … I think it’s super cool that we both wrote about a garden…. I also wrote about my garden in the blog… You are very blessed.

  9. Bernadine says:

    Lanier, your garden is truly beautiful! I have just moved into my own home a few months ago and having never been a gardening person I have no idea what to do with the yard. However, you beautiful garden made me want to try.

  10. Emily says:

    What a lovely garden! Do write more about your garden in the future. I love to shade, flower, herb and vegetable garden myself, but I’m in no situation to do my usual gardening this year (am expecting and have to worry with complications if I overdo it). So I would certainly love to see your garden some more. . . that is, if you have time and aren’t occupied in the garden!

  11. Melody says:

    Mrs. Ivester,
    What a beautiful garden! I am inspired! And I just love stepping stones and picket fences…
    What a gorgeous spring! πŸ™‚

  12. Keren says:

    Dear Lanier. How have you been?

  13. Keren says:

    Hope all is well.

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