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28 July 2016

Down the Bunny Hole-Happy Birthday Beatrix Potter


Yesterday as I walked around the sad and thirsty gardens of Camp MP, bemoaning my hayfield like lawns, I literally stumbled upon a hole.  I fumed at the state of the gardens and the mess that was once a front lawn that gets fed and nurtured better than I do.  Weeks of hot weather and no rain and a water ban have left things in a sorry state.  Then I saw that there is a hole in the lawn...not a little hole but a HOLE.  What on earth has happened...it looked as if a small meteor had landed smack dab in the center of the front lawn.  I walked over and kicked at it a bit grumbling to myself...what to do now???  As I started to walk away I heard a bit of a rustle...




As I glanced back a hopping blur sped by...then one by one... hop by hop... I met my new neighbors.  Hop...hophophop.  Hop...hophophop.  Hop...hophophop.  Out they came.  Bunnies!...little baby bunnies are making their home at Camp MP!


What a nice surprise...Yes, they are going to grow up and nibble away at the beds but on this Beatrix Potter's 150th Birthday I welcome their little ears and noses and imagine how they have decorated their bunny hole down my front lawn.  A lovely rabbit hole may indeed come in handy this political season.  Happy Birthday Beatrix and welcome to the new kids on the block!


"We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure."

"Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter."
Beatrix Potter

11 October 2014

Eviction Notice!


 Beatrix Potter's Squirrel Nutkin

 "THE squirrels filled their little sacks with nuts, 
and sailed away home in the evening."

Attention Squirrels of Camp MoneyPit-you are hereby notified to vacate the premises... at once!  Pack your bags and head on down the street old friends-your free ride here is over!

 It isn't that I have any ill-will toward the residents with bushy tails, nor do I begrudge them their right to eat well or make a living selling their stolen stash from my gardens around the neighborhood, but I would prefer they scrounge, rummage, dig, turn-up and turn over beds, planters, containers and well-cared for plants elsewhere!

After a summer without color I was looking forward to the fall and autumn shades that dress my gardens.  I discarded all the sad tired plants of June July and August and replaced with smiling pansy faces, fluffy white mums and fall daisies, and pink kissed flowering kale.  Two days of clean up and planting later I came out the next morning to see find upturned containers and kale rolling down my drive...the Nutkins had a busy night!  I scooped up and rescued what I could and once again replanted only to come out the next morning to find beds dug up, mulch scattered and pansies lying sadly along walkways.  Come on guys how much nutritional value can there be in a pansy!


 Each Columbus Day I enter into serious negotiations...not for a new business deal but with the winter residents of my gardens. The gardens at Camp MP have admirers but they are not the type who oooh and aaah and walk on...these admirers have fuzzy tails and think my gardens are a country club, dinner included!  The ever populating bunch from the Nutkin clan  have taught one another all the best places to shop, my gardens being the Bergdorf's of bulbs and the best winter fare. The squirrels and I have long discussions and I have always  made every effort to hold up my end of the bargain..the squirrels,however--- So this has been the deal, if they leave my newly planted containers and bulbs alone they can feast on whatever they can shake out of the bird feeders all winter...Squirrels are not to be trusted! and this season they toppled their last cabbage!  OUT!


Consequently I was not going to plant bulbs this year...who could blame me when the majority find themselves in little squirrel sized shopping bags being hauled into squirrel condos... but I can't resist!
Bulb planting is the special spot of a gardener's soul-it represents the hope and optimism that every gardener holds. 


While the leaves are still turning and the sky is a glorious blue I dig and place and tuck my bulbs in with a kiss for a long goodnight. I admit I often forget where I placed them, which is actually part of the joy...to walk by a section of the garden and see a group poking their heads up is the reason I plant. Winters in New England can be long and cruel so the first sprout of a leaf tip through the cold and icy ground is a gift that I would not trade for anything.


Once again this year I am continuing my blue and white theme...parrot tulips, peony tulips, grape hyacinth, narcissus, muscari, scilla...I love them in patches and not neat rows. Bulb planting  can be addicting! Pick a corner that is visible come spring and plan around color...what do you want to see first?  Group them in clusters of color...don't plant one tulip here and one there...show them off together. Dig an appropriate sized trench and place them. You can add bone meal or bulb booster but be warned...The Nutkins love that, like whipped cream for them! 

So Nutkin entourage  you may do your best to wreak havoc in the gardens of Camp MP but I will plant on!  while you have been asked to Move On!   

11 August 2013

The Hydrangeas Get a Haircut! A Dead-Head Day




The gardens at Camp Mp started the season in glorious fashion.  The heavy snows of February seemed to serve them well and everyone was bursting forth for a wonderful summer...then came the heat and the rain and the heat and the rain-no no one is happy-especially their gardener!  What began as a magical year for the hydrangeas quickly became  misery.  A Jungle would sum it up well and a much needed trim back  was followed by scorching heat that burned leaves and heads that were not used to or happy with such temperatures.  So when the skies cleared and the temps moderated a dead head day from one end of the gardens to the next was in order. This never leaves a pretty sight but there are lots of buds that hopefully will give the hydrangeas of Camp MP another season---and whatever fell to the ground comes inside to remind me why I love them so.


06 May 2013

Scat! An Uninvited Guest in The Garden and the Healing of the Hydrangeas



"Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace."
May Sarton 


I woke this morning with more than a few scratches and plenty of blisters and bumps.  I had spent the weekend doing my best impersonation of Edward Scissorhands, having at the gardens of Camp MoneyPit with more than the annual spring wake-up and clean up.
 
 Though we are all picking up our lives and moving forward, the events of the past couple of weeks have left us all a bit unsettled,  and I discovered that I needed to go where no matter what may be going on I can find hope and I can do some good-The Gardens.
 Still when I looked around the gardens at Camp MP this weekend I knew it I had my work cut out for me.  Everything had grown beyond its corner and it was now or never to bring it all under control and do what I could to give the gardens their strength...an overwhelming task that I honestly didn't think I would finish and I nearly tossed my clippers in disgust several times-who on earth planted all of this!


I began at the heart of every bed and corner-my hydrangeas.  Last summer was "a little" over the top, the hydrangeas made their presence known,at the expense of everyone beneath their boughs.  The lavender and boxwoods and roses had a hard time showing their faces crowded out and covered up by hydrangeas that would have their way. Seriously can you have too many hydrangeas? Nah!  Afterall, mine is not a passing fancy when it comes to hydrangeas... yet,even I have to admit they went beyond their bounds. So this weekend each and every one was shown who was in charge and brought down and down and down.


 Along the way as I stood sputtering to myself a visitor appeared-round fluffy with piercing glow in the dark green eyes, swishing its tail amongst the thorny rose branches.  Now its not that I dislike cats its just that I prefer the company of dogs-ever loyal and loving no matter what the day brings.  This cat was just in my way and I tripped over her several times,  but she was a guest who came for a visit and clearly had the instinct to know I needed comedy in my day.  She rolled around in the pile of weeds, climbed into my giant bright blue garden bags walking off with one on her head,  jumped into a pile of rose bush branches without a care and batted away at the hyacinths and tulips as if playing an instrument.  She was a nuisance underfoot but clearly was having a better day than I was so I decided if you cant beat 'em join 'em.  I let her play in my gardens with very strict instructions-  she was not to eat the pansies and not even to think about using the beds as her personal powder room-no promises by a cat should ever be trusted!



By the weekend's end my friend had moved on-off to annoy another gardener no doubt, but I found myself looking for her...did she climb into one of the 14 garden bags I filled-surely I would have noticed if I had bagged her up given her size?!  No, she wasn't to be found til later in the day when I went to sweep up and there she sat smack in the middle of one of the many now cleared beds.  I had inadvertently made her a very nice spot to sun herself-cleared of hydrangea branches and weeds she was sitting pretty, her fuzzy face speckled with weeds and garden twigs turned toward the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine. My gardens, which now were ready to take on the season, provided her a spot to enjoy her day and whether I invited her not she made herself to home.  She had no intention of budging no matter how many times I asked politely and not so politely for her to "scat", so  I resigned myself to the fact that my gardens now had a house guest-now if I could just get her to do some weeding.


"All my hurts my garden spade can heal."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

24 June 2012

Weeding Life

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them-
 A. A. Milne, Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh

Bella Foster for Kate Spade
But make no mistake: the weeds will win: nature bats last.- Robert M. Pyle

The Gardens at Camp MoneyPit did not exist 6 years ago. There was literally nothing to salvage, nothing to "grow" from or keep. For a small caretaker's cottage that took over 18 months to breath life into you cannot imagine the panic that set in every time I started contemplating the landscape. Camp MP has no less than 7 different areas surrounding it , each with its own challenges...I of course chose to take them on all at once! making me long at times for my old lovely rooftop garden filled with overflowing containers and window boxes.  My flaw as a gardener, as in my life, is that I want to make everything right, make it better, make it beautiful and make it into what it can and should be...I do that with people too-they don't always respond as well as the hydrangeas!


So it should be no surprise that my need to control and keep everything blooming beautifully does not really leave a lot of tolerance for weeds! Gardening for me has become the corner of my life that insists on teaching me...my gardens have a stubborn student! The gardens are determined to show me that I may hold the trowel, I may dig and amend, and plant and water, and nurture and hover, and... but I am not in charge, nor do I determine the success. I am just a "player" in this ever changing "landscape". 

Every gardener will tell you that patience is perhaps the gardener's best tool. I am not the most patient...I want the "result", I want my vision realized-NOW, please! Taking on the gardens of CMP has shown me that there are small yet great victories if you wait and watch and let it happen-a Clematis, given up for lost, coming into spring with strength and showers of blooms is one reward for a lesson learned, as is a climbing hydrangea that slept then crept and now has leaped to grace the stone of the house.


It was a surprise to discover that the soil at Camp MP is good in most spots, unless you hit one of the old stone walls buried beneath. Most of the "new" residents seem happy to be here, but so do the weeds...the weeds absolutely adore it here, and they are determined to take up permanent residence-I should have them chip in for the mortgage payments!


Most days I actually do not mind weeding. True, one of life's most thankless tasks..or is it? Yanking, tugging, pulling unwelcome intruders out of the ground can actually work wonders after a long week. The weeds at Camp MP,however, are on a mission. They are determined to win, to take over, to pop up at will from the weed cloth and mulch. They arrive and start crawling about as if they were in charge...not so fast fellas, remember I am the Controlling Gardener!  Come Visit Down the Garden Path and Dealing Old Maid.

Gems from the Wild Garden (1888), postcard from the Rawson Company catalog. via

09 April 2011

Put on a Pansy Face

Since the beginning of February I have been staring out the windows of Camp MP watching and waiting for the piles of snow and ice to disappear-counting the days for the simplest signs of spring.  In New England, however, if you look for spring and blink you will miss it. For baseball fans the new season is all about Opening Day. This week,however, was not the week any of us were celebrating-in fact we were watching the first pitch at Fenway with our hands over our eyes...just peeking through when the crowd cheered. For the moment all is well at the jewel box on Yawkey Way, but much like the team April in New England is a roller coaster ride. The Boston Marathon has been run in cold, rain, sleet, snow and temperatures in the 90s..so we know to grab spring where we can.  For me there is only one answer to a week when not only spring but my team couldn't seem to get growing...put on a Pansy face!  My Grandmother would make the same comment each year at this time as we put out pansies on her balcony..."they just smile at me everyday"  Even though I was bundled up as I roamed the aisles of the nursery loading my cart with trays of color just having the happy faces smiling up at me made a forgettable April week better!

28 October 2010

What a Treat! Roses for Halloween!

 Today was a gift--as the temperature climbed toward the high 70s the gardens of Camp MP lifted their face to the sun and soaked in what will probably be the last rays of warmth for sometime...and No Trick ---Halloween Roses!   Hands Off Morticia!

06 December 2009

Frosting

Mother Nature has a funny way of moving us forward-ready or not! Thursday the temperature climbed into the 70s and the Gardens at Camp MP were still holding on...pansies and even roses fluttered in probably the last warm breezes... This morning---a whole new World!

Bleary eyed and still in my PJs I walked through the house in the quiet of the morning and peered through the windows-



to see a beautiful blanket of frosting on the rose and hydrangea bushes with dollops of white gracing the blue spruces and fir trees.

The outdoor containers have been turned over to boxwood and juniper with white branches tucked in with the still vibrant kale and the new snow has plopped the perfect accent to my unfinished outdoor decorating.


Yes, Virginia it is Holiday Season...off to dig out the cards, and wrapping and get the Gifting in order. If like me you are JUST getting your head around the date on the calendar-stay tuned for some unique, fun and inspiring ideas for Giving and Celebrating...Where did I put my Mittens???

04 May 2009

Camp MoneyPit Gets Published!




A big Thank You to Hillary Black the Editor of Cottages and Bungalows for selecting Camp MP for a spot in the magazine. So much fun to see my jewel strut her stuff in print. Cottages and Bungalows comes fromt he editors of romantic Homes and is a great resource for anyone who loves cottage style. Be sure to check out Hillary Black's book, Vintage Vavoom: Romantic Decorating with One-of-a-Kind Finds a wonderful look at living with vintage treasures creatively. Camp MP and I are proud to be included in Cottages and Bungalows.

21 January 2009

What's Next? -"Let's Go Change America"

"Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met...
...Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America. "



It was a day unlike any other in memory or history. The world literally stopped, watched, and absorbed the moment. A moment that so many never believed would happen. A moment that will be held tightly as a seed of hope and determination for young lives...kids that did not have a reason to believe before this day now have a real role model to shine the path for them. A moment that so many did not live to share but whose ghosts sat proudly as every step was taken today. The significance of the day seen in the faces and emotion that flooded Washington. There was the grace, the pomp and the tradition of a seamless transition of democracy between two men who could not be more ideologically different, but who worked together to transfer power through ballots not bullets.

FDR was shaped by his time...Barack Obama will transform his.

The expectations are palpable. No mere mortal could meet the historic challenges,the hopes, the expectations. It is important to wake up in this new era and remember that Barack Obama for all his many gifts is not a Super Hero,he is a man...a man who has been handed a world in turmoil and a nation in pain. He cannot, and will not, approach what sits on his desk as any president before him has, and we cannot expect him to achieve,conquer,and change doing business as usual.

"What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. "

He takes this office because he earned this office in a different way than anyone who has ever run for the presidency. He called on Americans to get involved in their own destiny. Now, we must work along side him, this skinny kid with the funny name who holds our hearts and our hopes.

"What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.
This is the price and the promise of citizenship."

If we just sit back and wait, sit back and not respond, sit back and just watch, then our future will be of our own folly...that is not what this time is about. A nation that became lazy,fat and spoiled now must remember history and understand that the lessons of this election, the lessons of the men and women who fought to make this moment possible, can alter the world.

"This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath."

This time is indeed about "Responsibility". It is also about stepping out of the divisive circles and forging a new future. It is scary out there and breaking old habits and beliefs will be difficult for so many,but there is no other way to do it. The old ways failed and failed miserably. If we do not learn from history then we endanger what we were given to safeguard and to build upon.

"Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations."

We hand him our hope and he gives us our chance.

12 May 2008

Blue and White and Read All Over

It is blue-butterfly day here in spring....Robert Frost

Blue and White is everywhere this season and in my design scheme everyday. Come visit A Well Appointed Life and see how Blue and White can change your outlook and your view!

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