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Syrupy Summer Light

Shrouded in smoke from the forest fires the garden was still calm without a breeze. Sitting so quietly and waiting like the rest of us for the hope of a cooler summer day. 

It was one of those remarkable temperate days that stuck in your summer memory, brought out during winters chill when you could no longer feel your fingertips...full of lush green growth, and generously spreading warmth....the rare one that seem to come only as the bookends of summer. 

Hot syrupy light was poured over everything that night... the kind that is so worth venturing out into the hot night for..the laughed as it swirled among the petals, and wound through the stems of the flowers....glowing amongst soft leaves and glittering off of hard reflective surfaces. The heat radiating outwards, earth smelling of the scorched an old-fashioned ironing board.

Last week the hummingbirds were all over the Bee Balm, now it's out of fashion, they're ignoring it and instead fawning over the …

The art of riding one handed

Remember the thrill that cycled through your body the first time you rode your bike no hands..the sense of accomplishment you got when you were finally able to master that "older kid trick?"

It was a rite of that we thought made us so cool...peddling our one-speed chain rattling bikes down the street, wheels turning in a blur, feet off of the pedals, streamers flying from handlebars, arms waving...
Yelling out "look Mom, no hands...."
Mothers shaking their heads while standing in the yards watching us whiz by...calling out, "if you fall down, don't come running to me." 
There was always someone with road rash, scabby knees, or torn clothing in our neighbourhood group. It was all part of growing up...
Somewhere as we aged we lost our abilities to ride a bike without that bit of not so charming middle-aged wobbling...
After a bit of training, [it took me a while to build up the courage to try it] I've remastered both my one-handed and "…

My Muddy Boot Dreams

I've spent years working on my Muddy Boot Dreams, yearning for a farm of our own during that time. We were desperate to get out of our little city beside the was lovely but too busy, too many people stuffed into compartments trying to live together in harmony getting into each other's space.

Even as I tended to my tall (almost reaching to two stories) trees and nearly 100 pots on my deck (go big or go home was my motto) I dreamt of a garden that would be completely mine, to plan, to build, to maintain. Not encumbered by space, or height.

I dreamt of wandering.....
                        ....through a garden in the summer, of plucking peas...... clicking away at flowers with my camera.

Of birds and nature mingling together happily. Of being able to plant an abundance of homegrown veggies, while mixing in my love of beautiful blossoms, herbs and veggies into an organic chemical free place where wildlife could wander, and the bees buzz.

The farm dream didn't work out f…

Of Cabbages And Content

I've lost count of the number of times I've opened up this blog trying to write something that will read with a small measure of eloquence and be of interest to you. It's not easy.

Scrolling through the numerous images I've taken, choosing some, deleting others...wondering which photos you might like to see...and yet each time I close the screen and leave...

I've been trying to write this blog post in between moving the sprinkler every 20 minutes during our watering time and fighting the white cabbage moths. Those fluttery white ones that are focused on laying as many eggs as possible among the previously pristinely beautiful and dusty coated leaves of my cabbages. 

Those eggs hatch into translucent green caterpillars born with a voracious appetite for cabbage and are making coleslaw out of my purple babies.

If you blog you know that the blank screen is as demoralizing as a blank canvas is to an artist. It multiplies and increases day by day, becoming so large that it …

Goodbye June you were as magical as a kaleidoscope

When you were a child do you remember looking through the peep hole of a kaleidoscope? The rustling and swirling sound it made as the colored pieces of jagged glass, and sparkling bits fell into place. 

The magical reflection resulting in multiple triangles forming a colorful mosaic.

June is coming to an end soon, but the array of blossoms and blooms have made it feel like I've got my eye pressed up to that twirling kaleidoscope once again...but this time I'm watching the garden through it...

The flashes of color as if each plant and bush was merely waiting its turn to fall into place. 

The earlier months may show green growth, but June is a magical month that unfolds petal by petal.

It features the peonies, poppies, and all of the other flowers that parade elegantly through the garden. Intertwining with the new green leaves and then....casually and oh so gracefully falling in a gentle drift to the ground.

Gorgeous and magical, goodbye June, we will remember you and look forward to …

Book giveaway Selina Lake Garden Style

First, let me share with you the bad news... this amazingly beautiful book is going to make you want to run out and redo your entire's going to change the way you look at everything in your garden from a different perspective...and that's great.

The good news is.... you can win a copy for yourself. All you need to do is leave a comment on this blog post with your name, and email. If you wanted to tell us your favorite thing about gardening...then we would be even happier.

Selina Lake is an amazing author of many books, each one seemingly more beautiful and creative than the last...the beauty of the book lays in how easy it is to use her ideas as a starting point for inspiration. 

Make sure to enter, one copy will be given away to a lucky Canadian or US  resident.
Contest closes June 22, 2018, winner will be notified by email.

One entry per person please, open to Canadian, and US residents only.
A copy of this book was supplied for the purpose of a review by the publis…

Inside Rural Replenish

Putting together a magazine is like planning a can sketch out all the garden plans you want in the winter, but you have to wait until the spring to plant.

We planned, thought, dreamed, and Rural Replenish is blooming on the pages.

Replenish is a beautiful lush issue, filled with gorgeous photography, and evocative stories. It's worth taking a look, the thick paper, and fully illustrated pages are perfect for a gift or as a keepsake. Don't miss out, order yours today. 

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Jen @ Rural magazine