Giving Thanks – Garden Update 2026

I have been working in my garden whenever I get the chance. I started the week before Easter with the pond. It was a huge relief to get that all cleaned up and running. Since then I have been hard at work pruning overgrown shrubs. In the past I have not been a very aggressive pruner. Now, I go at it ruthlessly, and they seem to love it. The plants around them definitely are cheering me on as their exposure to the sun has increased. After I pruned the butterfly bush the candytuft flowers and ‘Blue Moon’ woodland phlox are thriving and spreading.

The azaleas are blooming or beginning to bloom. I have many of them. The ‘Autumn Twist’, which is a twice blooming Encore azalea is looking particularly beautiful. I have two of them. The whole garden benefitted from the pond draining since they soaked up all the water from it. I am sure it was full of nutrients.

The Hellebores have taken over the back garden to the left of the deck. They began to bloom weeks ago and they are still blooming. I cleaned out the flute boy fountain, though I have not installed a pump. I did put in a mosquito dunk inside the cavity under the boy. The birds keep this area busy with activity. This is the general area where I have the clematis, Diana’s Delight. I noticed a couple of weeks ago that this plant was promising to thrive this season. Yesterday when I was all dressed and protected ready to attack the laurel around our deck, which is in sad need of an aggressive pruning, I noticed that this clematis had three open blooms and many buds in line for future blooming. I was not set up to photograph anything, however, I could not resist capturing the purple beauty. I went on to successfully prune the laurel. It now has some bare places where the old wood needed to be cut out. From my kitchen window I can now see the round pattern in our patio and a wide clear view of the stone bird bath standing in a corner where the dirt meets the grass.

My next pruning project will be the red camellia (Kramer’s Supreme). It is at least 20 years old. Sadly, the dead tree next to it with the ivy has tried to suppress its beauty by growing over it. During the same week as we cleaned out the pond we began to attack the ivy overgrowth. It needs to be noted that the red camellia has been undaunted by the ivy and still blooms profusely. We cut away a lot of the ivy, though I still need to continue cutting it back to nothing. The camellia is done with its blooming and the flowers are drying out, so it is ready to be pruned. I will be aggressive, and this will allow me the space to work at clearing away all the ivy. Hopefully next weekend will give me the time needed to accomplish this.

I give thanks to God for all the abundance I see in my garden.
I have work ahead of me.
I will work consistently to improve both the garden and myself.

This coming week we will celebrate Earth Day!
The original intent for this day was to plant a tree.
At this time, there is no space in my garden for this.
My tree of thoughts here will honor this day instead.
Several years ago I gave my daughter a birthday card with this Bible quote on it, though I don’t think it was the King James version. It had a beautiful picture of a bird in a garden.

I don’t remember the words ‘make fat thy bones’, and I am sure I would not have given a card with those exact words. Though now that I am older and at increased risk for osteoporosis, this idea has a hidden blessing in it.

Anyways, I am thankful for still being able to work at garden restoration now that my mind is in a much better place. I also pray for the world beyond my garden. Hopefully many are praying for our world at this time, and I know God in his wisdom will prevail.

Let the Water Flow

This lovely picture was created by the new image generator on my WordPress site.

This is not my garden nor is it my pond. However, I titled this post Let the Water Flow because this week, with a great deal of help from my husband, I finally drained our garden pond and cleaned it all out. The fountain is now flowing and the birds are rejoicing. In the past I posted about The Gift of Procrastination, and now I can attest to the fact that there is a downside to it. At first I told my husband that we are getting too old for this, and now, after going to a garden center looking for some special tubing to attach to my pump and then connect it to the fountain bowl, I found my inspiration to keep going. The older lady that helped me looked about my age or a little older. She told me she was in her mid-seventies. She had already unloaded two truckloads of plants before I arrived at the center. I can only pray that I can do the same when I reach her age. My husband is her age.

I told the lady, Michelle, that I was doing it for the birds. It is still too early to put in any water hyacinth or water lettuce. I will try to post a picture of some sparrows enjoying our pond in its early days.

I am not using this fountain sprayer anymore because the water evaporates really quickly in the summer. I am using a gusher with maximum flow so it spills over the edge back into the pond.

While working to clear debris from my garden this week I uncovered a little bird seed holder that I had somewhat forgotten. It has these words (“His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me”) engraved in the bowl. I looked up these words and they are attributed to Civilla Martin in 1905. There is a sacred hymn written with these words. I will not go into the whole story, though it is an interesting story about how she gained her inspiration for this hymn.

I hope to continue letting the water flow and get back into the routine of garden maintenance. This is where I find the greatest peace.

River Blessings

When doing my Sunday reflection this morning the thought of rivers came into my mind. I am still thinking about March as a month to honor my Scots-Irish heritage. River symbolism runs deep in many cultures, and the river is used symbolically in the bible as well. As I was researching rivers in Scotland and Ireland, I remembered the Riverdance show starring Michael Flatley. My daughter was in love with this show, and we bought her the VCR tape which we still own and can still watch on an old TV/DVD/VCR machine we still have. I took a picture of it. See below.

She is watching this today. Luckily the tape still works and so does the TV/VCR/DVD player. I wish we could buy another newer version of this same machine. It is made by Toshiba. When we bought it was being discontinued. We got the last one.

This coming week Saint Patrick’s day will be celebrated, and not necessarily in the way it was historically intended. However, we live in America and the year is 2026, so the spirit of celebration is one of happiness with family and heritage.

Cheers!

Scots Irish or Scotch Irish

With Saint Patrick’s Day being celebrated this month, I have been thinking about my heritage on my mother’s side of the family (the Irwin’s). She always said they were Scots-Irish. She even traced her family tree back to Rev. John Craig of Augusta county Virginia and the Old Stone church. She was able to visit it and take pictures before she died.

“The present building was dedicated on January 22, 1749 and is the oldest Presbyterian church in Virginia.” (https://www.augustastonechurchva.com/our-history

The book pictured above was purchased by my mother and it came to me when she passed away. I read the book and enjoyed it. It contains a lot of good historical information about the Scots-Irish in America, and their influence on American culture.

Here is my great aunt Bess Irwin, and her sister, my grandmother, Myrtle Irwin DeVall. They were proud to be Scots-Irish and their father was an Irwin. . Their father was a teacher, and his father was a doctor.

I have decided to honor the Scots-Irish this month!

Looking Ahead to Next Year

Al generated image. I asked for a pistachio cake.

As New Year’s Eve approaches I am thinking about the year ahead of us. This is when I realized that my birthday will be on what seems like an auspicious date–02/26/2026. I will be turning 67. At first this scared me a little, though I know God will be watching over me as always.

Do numbers and dates hold power? I am inclined to think they do when I look around at the news and advertising media.

I decided to look up the date to see what I might find. An AI overview stated that it is known for celebrations like National Pistachio Day and Tell a Fairy Tale Day. This information made me laugh and put me at ease.

Then I looked up the day of February 26 in history and was pleased to see that in 1919 The Grand Canyon was officially designated, in 1929 Grand Teton National Park was established, and in 1933 the ground-breaking ceremony for the Golden Gate Bridge was held.

Now, I feel relieved that when the day is put into a bigger perspective, the day will pass like any other day. Perhaps I will eat a pistachio cake for my birthday, and maybe a fairy tale will be told.

Smile and Have a Happy New Year!

Sunday Reflection – A Season to Give

It is 2025. This garden picture was taken by me in my garden in 2010. It looks nothing like this today. Now I have family priorities that take most of my time.

I look back and I am thankful that at one time I had the luxury of playing in my garden for hours upon hours. I am thankful that I took enough pictures to look back at and be grateful for that time. I am grateful that my family allowed me this time.

This coming Tuesday 12/02/2025 is Giving Tuesday. Some of you, including myself, have already given to organizations or missions that speak to the heart. Though it is nice to have a day set aside to make sure in this season of giving that you remember others, especially those organizations that serve people who need help.

Count your blessings, and be grateful by giving to others that need your help.

Bright White Flowers and a Blessing

As I was fixing breakfast for my daughter this morning, I happened to glance out the kitchen window. Everything looked dull, especially since the overcast sky was providing little light. I spotted several bright white dots in the far right corner near the fence. I wondered excitedly if they could be the anemone Honorine Jobert I planted a good 20 years ago. I had to put my boots and a warm jacket on and go investigate. I wanted to be prepared, so I got out my old Nikon and made sure it had enough battery power. I then ventured out.

Sure enough I was right. There standing among all the evidence of neglect, multiplied by the browning and dying back that fall brings, was Honorine Jobert lighting up her corner of the garden. There were four flowers and several buds waiting to open. I took a few pictures to mark the occasion.

As I was heading back inside, I looked around the gloom to see if there were any more hidden surprises. I saw a single small white feather in the pond. I was surprised because just yesterday when I was researching Native American dream-catchers, I read that white feathers can symbolize peace, hope, and angels. With a sense of whimsy I would like to think that this white feather brings a blessing!

Moving forward…

Sunday Reflection: God is Good

This morning as I was drinking my coffee and looking out onto our deck,
I saw a trail of bright yellow cucumber flowers.
They looked so pretty in the sunlight shining onto the deck.
Through all my neglect and amateur skills at vegetable gardening,
this cucumber plant has been a star performer bordering on miracle plant.

I looked away and then my subconscious told me to take another look.
I looked again and right above these flowers hung a new cucumber,
which I had not noticed the day before.
This has happened a few times with this plant.
I notice nothing, and then the next day I see a fully developed cucumber.
I have wondered is my vision so selective that I miss things.
I don't know the answer here.
I feel I must have a guardian angel watching over me to keep my spirits up.
It also makes me think I should not give up on future plans of growing vegetables.
I will show proof of produce that has been recently picked.
I won't show the ugly mess of pots and yellowed leaves.
This picture was taken by me today on my deck, including my most recent ‘miracle’ cucumber.

Sunday Reflection

My daughter likes to watch the Anne of Green Gables collection of movies based on the books by L. M. Montgomery. The picture I have featured here is from a Canadian government website. This house is a National Historic house based on the book. We visited this house on Prince Edward Island when my daughter was young. Her love of this story is still strong today.

Recently I overheard Anne ask Mirella if she can imagine being in the depths of despair. Mirella responded, "No I cannot. To despair is to turn your back on God." Hearing this got me to thinking about whether I agree with this.

Curiosity got me to thinking about other famous fictional characters' ideas about faith and belief in God. The Charles M. Schulz comic strip titled Peanuts came into my mind. Charlie Brown, Snoopy, and the whole gang are so famous that they have their own museum. https://schulzmuseum.org/
It is well documented that Charles M. Schulz, the creator of this iconic comic strip, did not shy away from including faith, spirituality, and theology in his comics. Here is one that I think is appropriate when thinking about Mirella Cuthbert's quote that is mentioned above.

I admire his open-mindedness and willingness to discuss religious beliefs. I think many people want to be considered “good” religious people. The trouble arises when we all have differing opinions about how “good” should be defined.

My personal opinion is that there are many roads that can lead you to God and salvation. Religions set-up their own system of beliefs and theories to point us in the direction they think we should follow. Reflection is all about considering your beliefs compared to other beliefs. This opens the door to modification if necessary and it can help foster a peaceful co-existence among us all.

(Today 8/09/25) I found the picture of my daughter in the carriage and my mom standing beside her. You can see the Green Gables house behind them. This picture was taken around 1995-1997.

The Healing Power of a Garden

Above you can see a black swallowtail butterfly and carpenter bee enjoying a blazing star. The middle picture shows my pond in its heyday. The third picture shows a clearwing moth enjoying a butterfly bush. The screenshot of the significance of hyssop according to E-Bible taught me something new today. I grew hyssop in my garden for many years. I loved it, and many butterflies of all sizes loved it. Interestingly, I saw very few hummingbirds around it, and this possibly was because the red cardinal flower held their interest (not pictured here.)