It’s Good to be Planting Again

When my orange Asiatic lilies stopped blooming, even quit putting out green shoots (I was ever hopeful), I knew I had just the pot for a hydrangea. Unfortunately, my attempts at growing a plant from stem cuttings didn’t work—at all, so I determined that I would have to buy one. As I searched the garden centers this spring, I found huge, expensive ones—even topiaries. I don’t need all that, nor do I want to pay for all that. Then I saw a good deal on this small-potted one in the mid-range of colors—a mix of pink and blue and knew I couldn’t pass it up.


While its clay pot is too big for it now, it will quickly grow into it (Lord willing). Meanwhile I’ve added a Cherry Super Bells plant to keep it company. The pink petunia-like flowers (it turns out that they only resemble petunias) with yellow stars are new in our garden centers this year. It will add some pizzazz.

Though my current tastes in color and garden style are more tropical, I still have a fondness for English garden plants but I do have to make an effort to keep my combinations from being too “sweet”. There’s nothing at all wrong with soft colors; I just have to have bright color! I’ll be adding a bit of Creeping Jenny in a bit later and maybe something tall and spiky.

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Starting Small

A mockingbird came to visit my outdoor garden this morning then joined a flock flying around the small trees in the natural area. I heard again the bird call that sounded like the screeching of a swing as it rides its bar; circumstantial evidence would attach the sound to the mockingbirds but I couldn’t be sure. Are any of you birders? What bird makes that sound?

The prayer plant baby has more leaves and one more has spots! Another has the slightest shadow of the spots to come.

The prayer plant gets its name from its habit of folding its leaves upward at night—like praying hands. I don’t mean to force this comparison but it came to mind naturally as I watered this morning; just as these baby prayer plant leaves will become larger and stronger, prayers to God can start small and as you pray more, they’ll likely get stronger and larger as you stay with it and get to know him. You can start where you are*.

*Simple heart-felt prayers such as, “Help me Jesus!” and “Thank you Jesus!” carry a lot of weight in heaven.

The Little Things

So often the little blessings of life, like my Penta flowers, get overlooked in the wake of the hurryings, the crises, the spectacular, and the major purchases. These tiny deep pink Penta flowers—little stars no bigger than my smallest fingernail tend to fade into the forest of greenery surrounding them but I’m taking time today to realize how blessed I am to have flowers blooming indoors in the winter. They’re a bonus really; when I bought them I had no idea that I’d attempt to overwinter them indoors and I surely didn’t expect non-stop blooming! It’s good to take time to enjoy the blessings of life and be thankful (even when it’s not Thanksgiving)—no matter how small. As I’ve learned from my earliest years—she who appreciates gets more. As I read scripture I see a strong indication that the Lord applies the same principle.

100th Post!

I began this blog last July as a fun summer project to share my balcony garden with you. One hundred posts later (didn’t know I could!), it’s become much more. It has helped discipline me in my writing and I’ve taken hundred’s of photos of many aspects of my garden. I’ve been happily stretched.

One friend is amazed that I can have such diversity in such a small garden. Plants change as they grow—that’s part of what I like about gardening. Several—even non-gardeners, have said that they find refreshment and stress-relief as they read my posts each day. I’m pleased. That's why I share my garden.

As I’ve shared my successes and not-so-successful gardening experiments with you, people from many parts of the world have looked in. Gardening is, for the most part, universal. Like it or not, small gardens will likely become the norm as cities and populations throughout the world grow out—and up. One doesn’t have to own acreage to grow a beautiful garden.


I’ve been amazed at the variety of natural kingdom visitors making their way to my “tree house” garden, some enjoyable like this tiny frog, and others such as the leaf-chomping giant grasshoppers, dreaded.

While I’ve dedicated this blog to God, the original Artist and Gardener,Creator of everything, I wasn’t interested in making it into a “daily devotional”. If I saw a parable then good, I’d share it with you but didn’t contrive everything to fit a devotional template. I have however, ended up sharing some of the deep things the Lord is working in me, along with the joys of his creation.

http://leafyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/same-song-second-verse.html
http://leafyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/garden-watered-by-god.html
http://leafyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-bloom-again.html


I’ve also shared some nuts and bolts of gardening how-to’s from my years of gardening experience, working in flower/plant shops and reading garden books—my first book club purchases as a child.


Of course, as an artist, color is a really big deal for me and
always influences my garden as well as my posts.



I hope you’ll "visit" with me in my garden for many more “sunrises.” I’d love to get your feedback in comments or e-mails (leafyjournal@yahoo.com). There’s even a place at the end of each post to click on “reactions” to the post and a place to click for sharing the post on facebook, twitter or through e-mail—bring your friends, the more the merrier. Thanks for stopping by!

Good Things Come in Small Packages

Last week my friend when my friend L. came to visit she wanted to see the garden since she had enjoyed reading this blog. She wondered if my readers knew just how small my garden is. So in case you are a new reader—welcome, and didn’t see my earlier posts, my outdoor garden is on an apartment balcony that is slightly over eleven feet long and four and a half feet deep. It’s a bit smaller than the last place we lived but it’s amazing how much of God’s plant and “animal” creation can fit into it.

My main reason for blogging about my garden is the pleasure of sharing it with you. In addition to being a gardener, I’m a visual artist, writer and budding photographer. This blog makes a great place to put my various skills together. However, I can’t help but championing container gardens, even “tree house” (2nd story) gardens like mine. A garden doesn’t have to be large to be a great enjoyment. The photo is from a previous autumn. I’m amazed to see how much bigger certain varieties have grown this year—must be the fertilizer.

Living in a small space—especially if it’s rented, is so much against the way most Americans think. Though one third of all housing units are rentals, most think that unless you “own your own home”, you’re pretty much a failure. The thing is, it’s impossible to buy a home—homes are made. The idea of buying a home or being a “homeowner” is simply a realty marketing ploy; we get their ads in the mail all the time promising a “real home” for less than rent. (They don’t mention the taxes, the homeowners’ association assessments, the upkeep and repairs.) No, how you pay for a living space is not what makes it a home but a sense of welcome and refuge, a degree of comfort, good smells and sounds are some of the ingredients in making a home. These are priceless.

An Automatic Choice

I always look for Victoria Blue Salvia for my garden. Some years I don’t have to buy it since it is a biennial and returns the next season. Its small spiked purple flowers consistently bloom once it gets started. Though it’s called “blue”, there are very few truly blue flowers in nature.

This year, I planted the Victoria Blue’s in several pots—I got stuck once again with buying a whole pack (of 6) that I didn’t need. (The two big home improvement stores sold only 9-packs and large single pots. I don’t want or need that many. I’d rather buy one or two smaller plants that will grow into their places. With the return to downtown/center city living and the increase in multi-family communities, small gardens are the “in thing”—garden centers take note.) Location mattered. The ones in my long Italian terra cotta pots languish while the ones in the larger, deeper pot are flourishing to the point of overcoming their neighbors.


While the salvias’ arching lean is artistic, they were mashing and shading the heliotrope next to them. This heliotrope (the first one I bought) had enough trouble getting started, having severely dehydrated while riding home from the farmer’s market in the heat of the back window. Over the weekend I got a green plastic-coated heavy wire stake with a partial ring to prop up the Victoria Blue. (You can barely see it in the lower left of the picture) Though it now has an unnatural lean away from the sun, it will straighten its course when the sun returns.

Whenever that will be… We’re forecast to have heavy rain all week from Tropical Storm/Depression Lee. The humidity is bathtub high; the plants love humidity and they’ve got it. I’m not as big a fan though the birds don’t seem to mind. I could barely see the brown birds down the electric line loudly chirping their “call and response” but they looked like thrashers. A distant response answered their call.

Calling Card

Even small gardens can hold special discoveries such as this “calling card” from a flying visitor.

I see the hummingbird much more often these days since I’ve learned to look out at the garden as I raise the blinds in the morning. He or she is an earlier bird than I.