A Drought That Did Not Kill

There is a bit of a drought going on in my corner of the world, both in my thoughts and in my garden.

A familiar quote that kept  coming up this week is…

I will never look into the eyes of a person God does not love.[1]

…I like that. Sometimes I recommend this quote to others, those caught in a cycle of self deprecation, to keep it in mind when they look in the mirror.

As for the garden…even in a drought, it blooms:

Lantana camara ‘Anne Marie’

Platycodon grandiflorus ‘Astra Blue’

Hydrangea macrophylla ‘Annabelle’

Anethum graveolens, Dill!

Hydrangea ‘Endless Summer’ (I think…)

Anemone x hybrida ‘Serenade’

And this guy

Let us pray for rain to refresh our wearied soil.

[1] Don’t know the origin of this quote, but it sounds like a paraphrase of any number of the Church doctors.

Images Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB, all rights reserved.

A Walk in the Garden

The transformation in my gardens in the past two years has been one of lightening the workload. I’ve grown a bit more accustomed to the spaciousness of a small yard without voluptuous flower beds. In the smallness of it all beauty is more precise, less grand.

My photography skills are minimal, but I try to see with different eyes what the Lord has left to make me glad. So I’m sharing here the little bits.

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

The other grace in downsizing comes from letting go of gardening clients and volunteer efforts. The energy, now limited and once spent at the retreat house and in the landscapes of other, is being directed to home. I’m doing more in my yard and, still wanting to fill the open space, am finding flowering shrubs and dwarf evergreens regaining interest.

A Walk through the Garden of the Soul

O God, when I have food, help me to remember the hungry; when I have work, help me to remember the jobless; when I have a warm home, help me to remember the homeless; when I am without pain, help me to remember those who suffer; and remembering, help me to destroy my complacency and bestir my compassion. Make me concerned enough to help, by word and deed, those who cry out for what we take for granted. Amen

~unknown

A Walk through the Garden

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

This is one of my favorite pictures of a woodland statue, at the foot of Mary.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

There was a heavy frost last night… a cardinal fluffed-up in the pine.

 

Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.

And its November, queue white Schlumbergera (Christmas Cactus).

A Walk through the Garden

The walk this week was at the retreat center. We had a dusting of snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Garden Society’s Christmas gathering and pot luck on Tuesday was also my retiring as their coordinator. It was a lovely gathering–more on that come Friday. These are the flowers that one of the volunteers gave me. Aren’t they lovely?

(Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.)