I bet you thought this post was going to be about garden bloggers didn't you? Nah, it's not that simple. Although I'm having a great time seeing all of my garden blogger friends both old and new, I want to show you my other peeps, the prairie meadow plants of the Lurie Garden. Yesterday, we boarded the train to the Chicago Botanic Garden, and it was big and burly, reminding me of the men (I refuse to think of the women as either) who helped turn Chicago into a bustling commercial enterprise in the late 1800s. There was so much to see.  I walked much of it although I did miss the train garden.  Darn it.  So much to see and so little time. After riding the train back into the middle of the city, we hoofed it from the Ogilivie train station to Millennium Park. After all of that...

This is what I get to see every morning when I drive the Red Dirt kids to school. The road to and from my log house is a gray oil and chip ribbon running north and south. It was once gravel which was more asthetically pleasing, but my throat, tongue and eyes were always coated with red dust and now appreciate the asphalt. Alongside the road grow numerous flowers which change throughout the seasons. We're in late spring, and the spiderwort is blooming heavily now, with the most intense blue I've ever seen. I know it's called common, but it doesn't seem very common to me.  While coming home from church, even HH stopped the car to look. Later, I sweet talked him into taking me in the jeep on a photog safari. If a few of the photos look a little blurred, it's because he narrated my picture taking...

Carol from May Dreams Gardens (Zone 5), Mary Ann from Idaho Gardener (Zone 6) and I decided, this year, to exchange letters from our vegetable gardens.  We hope to give everyone  an idea of how gardens grow in three different USDA hardiness zones.  I garden in Zone 7a, where it has finally warmed up. Dear Carol and Mary Ann, Greetings from sunny north central Oklahoma!  Week 12.  Can you believe it?  I really can't, but I'm so glad we decided to write these letters. It's made me think more about and take better care of the vegetable garden than I have in years past. Week twelve is one of harvests.  The weather is beginning to be too warm for lettuces, so I'll be harvesting the remaining 'Black Seeded Simpson' and the others before they bolt or become bitter.  When the lettuces start to get long necks, they are bolting.  Also,...

The past two weeks were devoted to end of school mothering activities including ASW's eighth grade graduation.   My head is full of many things including the fact that my boy will be attending high school next year, and I'll be driving only Bear to school every morning.  As everyone says, time has flown, and not so very long ago, he was just my little boy.  Now, his voice is deep and he's becoming a man. Yesterday, on her last day of school, Bear had a field trip with her "little chum" to the bowling alley.  I'm a chaperone, which sounds funny if you ponder it.  He's six, and she's ten.  I think, with over 100 children, I was just there for crowd control. This morning, with all school activities fini, I'll be in the garden mulching everything before our trip to Chicago and the Garden Bloggers' Spring Fling.  I can't...