Blogs I Follow
- The Task at Hand
- Mama's Empty Nest
- my daily art display
- The Shrub Queen
- The Chatsworth Lady
- WITTY 'N' PRETTY
- The Landlovers Photography Club
- Victoria Elizabeth Barnes
- The Simply Luxurious Life®
- Petals. Paper. Simple Thymes
- Garden, Home & Party
- sorta like suburbia
- food to glow
- The Martha Stewart Blog
- T h e R o s e b a n k D i a r i e s
- Castles Crowns and Cottages
- HFR Living
- Slow Love Life
- a coastal point of view
- Small Field Papers Blog
- Slim Paley
- Jayne In Georgia
- The WordPress.com Blog
A picture is worth a thousand words, but Instagram does not satisfy my Curiosity. I see a photo and I want to know more. A blog with a few photos is, then, a few thousand words, yet I still need to say more! However, I will try to keep it to a minimum in the future.
September has always been one of the most pleasant months in Georgia since we moved here, but 2019 has been HOT! My evening walk is pleasant to the eye but it brings on a sweat. This picture doesn’t tell you that, but believe me it is hot and humid.
At the community farm where we have a plot, the farmers are getting ready to plant the cool weather crops, but I am certain that will be later than usual in this heat. My two daffodil orders are sitting in a dark closet. I am surprised they were sent out so early!
Can it be two months since we were staying in Taos NM where the mountain shakes off the heat each night and you wake to a cool and refreshing world each day?
Son and his wife make their home in a very beautiful spot outside of town, not too far from the Millicent Rogers Museum, which I eagerly visit each time we stay in Taos. A lecture and exhibit on owls was fascinating. Owls hold a special place in Native American culture.
Majestic owls at this deeply personal and spiritual museum.
Taos is so unlike anywhere I have ever lived..the Hudson River valley, the suburbs of Ct, and the coast of Georgia. How my son ended up in such a foreign place is a mystery to me, but it is a place I love to experience. In such a simple place, the deep and complex meanings of the universe beg to be explored.
Several years ago, when I launched this blog, attracting viewers was part of my goal. It took time and effort, but I met some wonderful readers and fellow bloggers. Like friendship, you need to put your best face forward to keep the relationship going. I think I am not alone among my many blogger friends…..I have fallen down on the job! My posts are fewer and fewer and my views are less and less. It’s my own fault.
Here is the thing…real life is more interesting than the solitary hours spent at the computer or on the device! I see this happening to other bloggers as well. I will contemplate what this means for the future of Jayne on Weed Street.
I recently entered a photo contest, and sent a favorite picture of my girls (not this one)to The Enchanted Home. I’ve read this blog for a long time. I enjoyed it more before she became very commercial; she uses the blog to sell decorative items for her “store.” I still surf the site, especially for something as fun as this photo contest. My pups got some votes, but a puppy of the same breed won! If you’re going to lose, it is not too bad to lose to another Cavalier King Charles spaniel! this is how they were presented in the contest…
So I will be spending the summer deciding If I will abandon this platform…..pretty sure I will be alone in missing it. Do I need to become more commercial? Have photo contest s? Give away prizes? Hmmmm. But for my few followers, hello! And here are some photos of what is keeping me from the grind of making new posts for you and WordPress! The crepe myrtles are blooming, and my neighborhood keeps drawing me out of my study….
After several weeks of dry weather, we finally have rain. Now the garden will get growing again,
The tomatoes were suffering, but now they should ripen. We have a critter who has been taking the green tomatoes, eating half and leaving the remains. My solution is to ripen on the windowsill. Fried green tomatoes are popular in the South, but I prefer a raw red tomato, thank you.
my neighbor’s tomato looked like this when I sent her a photograph but by the
afternoon when she came to pick, it was half eaten. Sob!
On a happier note, the agapanthus began to bloom in one of the squares in downtown Savannah. They grow well in our area, grown as a perennial. However I have nursed one along for 5 years and nary a bloom! How long would you keep an agapanthus that never blooms?
Three years ago Telfair Museum brought a wonderful exhibit of American Impressionism to Savannah, “Monet and American Impressionism.” It was hugely popular which may be why another exhibit of Impressionist art has been brought to the Telfair’s Jepsen Center, “Monet to Matisse.”
Originating from the Dixson Gallery & Garden, it is a small show (spoken by someone who cut her art teeth at The Metropolitan Museum of Art and MOMA) but includes artists you may not get to see too often.
For my garden friends who are acquainted with Fantin-Latour’s botanicals which were very successful, if commercial, works in his time, this painting may not be what you expect. Most Impressionist artists enjoyed working en plein air, but Fantin-Latour was not known to set up the easel outdoors. His study of flowers did not include a curiosity of how they grew or moved in the garden, perhaps?
Marc Chagall is another favorite. I spent more time with this painting than I did on my previous two visits. It is curious how one day a painting may not reach out to you, and on another day, it speaks loudly.
The Jepsen Museum is a setting unlike other Museums I have visited. Each time I visit, the architecture shows me something new. Today’s view from inside toward the old Trinity Methodist Church with the Savannah Bridge beyond stopped me in my tracks.
Still time to see this exhibit if you are in the Savannah/Hilton Head area!
Our darling Cavaliers are a ray of sunshine on a gray and gloomy morning in Savannah. There is much to recommend living in Coastal Georgia, unless you have a string of cold and gloomy days. But my little spaniels remind me that there is much joy to be found indoors on such days.
You may want to get caught up on laundry, but they beg to play ball. So you stop and toss the ball and revel in the simple joy of watching the satisfaction of a job retrieving well done.
I just wrote a new article for my gardening column in a local publication, recommending looking for color in your Winter garden. I explored our Island on a gray chill day, and I did find a few colorful spots. I would like to see more. Especially during the camellia season!
Even downtown on some of the pretty streets in Savannah, there are spots of color that brighten a gloomy day.
While I write this post, I am looking out my study window to a hanging basket of bright yellow pansies with a background of spikey foxtail ferns. Just the sight to brighten a day! Here is wishing for many sunny days in 2019, and happiness even on the gray days!
I can’t resist taking pictures crossing a bridge. Smart phones make that so easy. I usually feel contemplative about the crossing. Crossing from one place to another by rising higher and higher and further until the descent to the new place becomes inevitable. The ups and downs in life, getting from one place to another.
This year as I reflect on a loss and honor a memory of one whose life’s tale is now over, by chance I found this meaningful Robert Louis Stevenson verse:
“I read, dear friend, in your dear face
Your life’s tale told with perfect grace;
The river of your life, I trace
Up the sun-chequered, devious bed
To the far-distant fountain-head.
Not one quick beat of your warm heart,
Nor thought that came to you apart,
Pleasure nor pity, love not pain
Nor sorrow, has gone by in vain;
But as some lone, wood-wandering child
Brings home with him at evening mild
The thorns and flowers of all the wild,
From your whole life, O fair and true
Your flowers and thorns you bring with you!
Giving thanks for time is a play with words that suits me this year. This month I gave thanks for the time I have been able to spend with my Mother. She turned 90 this month and that momentous occasion gave me pause. I reviewed old photos and scanned them to make her a Photo Book. Ageless beauty was the theme. I could have spent a year planning and executing this book, but as it goes with me, it was last minute and came together as TIME would allow.
For once I put aside garden topics, and yet, gardens and my Mother are intertwined. Both of my grandfathers were great gardeners, as was my father, but as far as I know, my Mother was the first to make gardening her passion on the women’s side of our families. Her knowledge and style have fueled much of my own passion.
This month I wrote my garden column on tea olives. Osmanthus fragrans is a versatile shrub or tree and has much to recommend it. While it is a simple plant, it’s scent is powerful. It’s hardiness in my Southern zone is stalwart. A freeze of a few nights will not take it down. You can prune it and try to shape it to your desire, but it will send out lovely reddish leaves just the way it likes. It is mighty and green all year round, and when it sends forth its small flowers you cannot escape its presence. A lot like Mom. I Love you Mother, and always will! Happy birthday!
In the heat of a Savannah morning, we pushed ourselves to put the farm plot to bed. The first plot is nicely covered in black plastic, save for some herbs at the end of the bed. We finished covering the second bed…..almost, but for half with some cosmos, marigold and dahlias which were hosting various bees this morning. I came home with bunches of herbs and thoughts of chicken with tarragon for dinner.
I looked through cook books but found nothing that appealed. On-line the NYT had a Thomas Keller recipe but even though it was something he would cook at home, it was still too many steps for my Sunday dinner. But I loved the idea of rubbing the chicken with sweet paprika and Madras curry powder, so I combined two recipes.
Starting with the rub first, letting it sit in the refrigerator for an hour. Pour a combination of butter, Dijon mustard, white wine, lemon juice and THE TARRAGON, freshly picked, over the chicken breasts.Then place the chicken, covered, in a baking pan at 350. Bake for 25 minutes, then uncover and bake until cooked through and no longer pink at the thickest part. Voila! A great day in the farm and fun cooking.