Overgrown Path


Since I damaged my arm setting scaffolding up and down every day, the garden has been a bit overgrown. It’s actually quite beautiful now. Perhaps there is something in our culture that makes us work too hard. Letting things be has made the garden very happy. It’s a lesson I hope to apply to the rest of life.

Summer Harvest


Ah, the first garden food! I was at the market today and saw that a small bunch of garlic scapes- at most five or six in a bundle – were selling for $3.50. I immediately went home and picked my own from the back yard. Then a neighbour suggested we pick up some of his rhubarb; we now have a huge pot of rhubarb/strawberry jam simmering on the stove. Nothing in life gets better than this.


I simply added garlic scapes to a curried lentil soup recipe but this looks like a great variation on vichyssoise

Pink Martagon Lilies


Ever since I discovered that the spindly little weeds growing along our fence were in fact spectacular 4′ tall martagon lilies I have been on the hunt for more hidden treasures. Well, I haven’t found any new varieties, but I did continue on transplanting the weedy things into sunny locations. Now the garden is filled with bright salmon pinks of these martagons. I am so curious how long they have had to wait for their place in the sun.

The Month of Lilies


Two years ago there were no lilies at all in my garden. I thought that they looked too much like plastic flowers you would buy at Zellers. But I have become a big time convert. ¬† ¬†These incredibly hardy, disease free flowers bloom in late July when there is hardly any colour at all in Edmonton gardens. And my goodness, do they add flourescent colour! Since they have no competition for insects at this time of the year, it’s hard to know what it is that they are trying to attract with these spectacular blooms. I have never seen an insect come near them.

Joel’s Lilies


These martagon lilies were planted a few years ago but every time I look at them I recall that Joel dug them out for me. Joel is a friend’s son and he was a teenager at the time. It’s hard to believe that at that age he would be digging out flowers for his mother’s friend. I am to this day grateful to him.



Whenever people bring me potted flowers I plant them in the garden. In our climate there is not much chance that they will grow but it’s feels right to give them a chance. I tossed this vibrantly exotic lily in a dry and bare spot in the garden thinking that it could not possibly survive. Well, two years later here it is. It’s the brightest spot in the garden and seems more like Hawaii than our sepia toned prairies. I guess everything and everyone needs a second chance.