Hostas la Vista

DSC_0692 DSC_0693 DSC_0710The hostas are spectacular this year.  The holes in the leaves of the first two photos are the result of a recent heavy hailstorm.  I adore the purple flowers.

Exodus 9:25
The hail struck down everything that was in the open field throughout all the land of Egypt, both human and animal; the hail also struck down all the plants of the field, and shattered every tree in the field.

It’s Growing Well

DSC_0710December we took possession of our new house in our new community.  Winter seemed to take a long time to break as I waited in anticipation of what would spring up in the flower beds.  I knew there would be purple cone flowers, other than that, it was all a mystery.  Spring arrived and I gave all the beds some housekeeping.  There appeared to be some hostas, irises, day lilies.  Daily I watched to see what was to be.

The beds were quite the mess.  I wasn’t holding out too much hope, they appeared to have been neglected for a few years.  I told myself not to be too surprised if the plants took a year to re-establish themselves.  The bearded and flag irises did poorly.  Less than a half dozen blossoms on four bunches.  The one nearest the house was mush.  I had to removed a number of rotted tubers.  I expect to transplant it later in the season.

There was an abundance of hostas, they were late in the southern most bed which is quite shaded.  I’m going to have to thin them out.  All of them bloomed, beautifully.


The cone flowers began blooming this week.  They are fabulous!  One of my favourites, mainly because of the colour, of course!  There should be more than enough for some bouquets soon.
I didn’t plant too many annuals this year.  We got a couple of hanging  baskets for the veranda.  There were pair of tall pillar planters on either side of the bench that I filled with cala lilies, pansies and petunias in shades of purple.  The pansies are struggling a little, DSC_0706but those in the front flower bed are doing well.
The day lilies posed the greatest concern for me.  They, like the hostas, dominate the beds.  My fear was the colour they would eventually display.  The fear was realized when they bloomed orange last week.  I know orange is a good contrast for purple, but it is not part of my preferred palate.  They have redeemed themselves, the blossoms are glorious.  DSC_0704
I will be thinning them out, quite a lot.  There are a number of people volunteering to take the discards.  I have a fabulous white one as a replacement and some more bearded irises.  Plus I want room for spring bulbs, tulips, alliums, grape hyacinths, and narcissus.
The flowers have done very well, inspite of at least three heavy hail storms that punched holes in the hostas and beat down the pansies and impatients.  Still, the weather has been warm and there has been lots of rain. Perfect for a riotous display of colour. So grateful for the glory of flowers.  Praise God for the beauty of the earth.
Deuteronomy 32:2   May my teaching drop like the rain, my speech condense like the dew; like gentle rain on grass, like showers on new growth.

Psalm 144:15

“Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall; happy are the people whose God is the LORD.”

It’s a bit of a stretch, surely, this play on the word fall.  It is the season, after all, the season of putting to rest, of cleaning up, of preparing for a time half a year into the future.  There is satisfaction, and blessings, in harvest and the change of colours within Creation.  The light is different, the days are shorter, sleep comes more easily and longer, there is this feeling of settling in.  Someone commented recently that it feels like she should hibernate, however that involves not eating, so the inclination was quickly dismissed.  The garden offerings taste amazing, too good to pass by.

The cabbages have once contributed to our favourite cabbage soup.  The others rest in the cold storage under the outside steps.  The carrots are almost gone now, chopped into tidbit treats for the Sheltie, or grated into premeasured packages for carrot cake and comfortable soups.  I attempted growing purple carrots this year, because, well, they are purple!  Same taste, deliciously sweet, just a different appearance.  Last night we had elk and barley soup with mushrooms, onion and carrots.  It was filling and fulfilling.  So musty and wildly tasty.  The meat was a gift from congregation members, greatly appreciated and enjoyed.

Fall brings one of my favourite scenes.  I am continually thrilled by the contrast of white barked aspens against a vivid blue sky.  I can almost smell the sharp sourness of the smooth, brilliant bark and the musty death of fallen leaves.  This was taken just on the edge of Rocky Mountain House, Alberta by the museum, a small rest stop with picnic tables and washrooms closed for the season.  It puts me in mind of a cathedral, natural architecture that draws the eye towards the arch of the skies, commanded by God, made firm when the fountains of the deeps were established (Prov 8:28).

Fall is not my most favourite season, but yet I give thanks for all the sights, and smells and tastes that God grants us at this time of year.  Blessings surely fall upon us and happiness results.