SK On Elderberry

Something From Nothing

I don't know about you, but I am impatiently waiting for that first garden tomato to show itself…In my opinion it can't come soon enough.

So to keep my artistic mind from becoming atrophied, I began to open my mind to creative re-purposing.. So I hit a dead spot creatively. Is this the same as writers block? I think the feelings could be similar. Frustration.

I’m walking the summer garden, while looking over the hill I spy two broken and downed trees. These smaller oak trees had been killed by the death grip of ivy. Some of the ivy vines were an inch thick. These poor oaks never had a chance.

As the winter ice had grown heavy on the oak and ivy it could no longer hold it’s own weight and snapped.

“Wow, Ron look at that. Those are so cool. Do you think you HAUL those up on the back yard?” “Really Shirley? Are you kidding?”

We get the trusty old come-a-long and chains and haul them both up to the backyard.

They both are worn, bedraggled and look like they need to be used as firewood. NO WAY! Hey let’s build an arbor…Ron sighed resignedly. He dives in cutting the grass back twelve feet and levels the area. Of course there has to be a step. What were you thinking?

If you know Ron, you know that he is a sweety. He will do just about

The yard is now a mucky mess. But hey, look at it this way, we will have less grass to mow..anything legal and or moral to keep me happy. Poor dear.

We embed four tall steel rods into concrete for strength. Then start to wire the curved trees to steel posts, overlapping the limbs at the center. We then cut stray limbs off to make the arbor more symmetrical.

Looks pretty bad at this point. But in my mind I could see it at the height of summer. Mind you, Ron still can’t see what I am envisioning. He just plugs along.

Now that the arbor is built we need to plant. Oh Wait…We need a bench so people can enjoy the view. Right? Wait, it gets better. To get to the bench we need stepping-stones. Agreed?

At this point Ron just wants it to end.I found an old fence and designed the seat so you could sit facing the valley or sit facing the yard. Simple? You would think so…I never think things through as thoroughly as I should. But Ron always makes it work.

The stepping-stones are formed from concrete. we poured them individually in the studio as it was raining cats and dogs outside. As they dried we took them out and placed them in the muddy dirt.

We have planted several varieties of roses. One is a white climbing vine rose and will eventually cover the arbor. I can’t wait ten years to see the result so I am planting hops which will cover the entire arbor by mid summer. Moss and small steppable ground cover will be planted among the cobbles.We eventually placed the last cobblestone. The pillows came soon after.

Can you envision the end result. Hope we get to see my grand scheme. Poor Ron.

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Get The Water Down To The Bottom Of The Row!

Days Of Summer

As heat waves rise from my patio cobblestones, the pumpkins are sprouting and the ground is getting hard. These sweet weeks of summer bring back many memories of the farm where I was raised.

I miss lying in bed at dawn waiting for my dad to inevitably, come to wake me. I could hear a cicadas raspy calls, the frogs croaking and the occasional song of a whippoorwill. We used to call them road runners.

My dad was a great farmer. His eighth grade education never seemed to be a hindrance to his success. It was my father who taught me; anything could be fixed when you put your mind to it. If he had thought to have a motto, his would have been ; You can fix anything with baling wire, hard work and a good shovel.

My behavior must have been learned at his feet. I have always known I could accomplish anything, if I spent the time to learn, to work hard, to be honest, and civil (which seems to be a lost art.)

Sooo….I get to work and try to make my father proud I was his daughter. I will figured it out dad. I will be honest and ethical and even civil at times. OK. Don’t push me. I will try to be civil most of the time. How’s that?

Times are tough. We are feeling a bit sorry for ourselves with the lousy economy. People are out of work. The rent might be late. Hmmmm. Are we feeling a bit sorry for ourselves?

Dad would just quietly make a point of; “Shirley Kay, the water needs to be changed on unit seven.” We have to make sure the water gets down to the end of the row.”

“The water needs to get down to the end of the row.” What a complex thought, dad. He will never know how this statement has effected my life.

Finish what you start. Make sure you do the best you can. “Get the water to the end of the row." Endure to the end.

OK. So I will stop whining. And start finishing to the best of my ability. Be who I am. Create. Make something useful and beautiful.

The summer brings the memory of my father’s garden and life. His creations. All useful. All beautiful. I will try to do the same.