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Flower for the Day Globe Amaranth 11-2-27

> > We got our globe amaranth (Gomphrena globosa) from our nephew’s son decades ago. It has multiples names: Devil’s clover, > red globe everlasting, Makhmali, Vadamalli, St. Francis cord, Bachellor’s button and Thousand day red. The common name derives from the Greek amarantos for everlasting. > Who doesn’t love purple balls? > >  > > Its greatest joy is that it lives unmolested by the deer for over three months. >  > > We leave the flowers alone until they dry out and turn brown (Dec.). We then harvest them for the seeds for next years crop. > > Reaper > > As I drove north along a country road > on a gray autumn morning > I caught the look of a man on the roadside > who was carrying an enormous scythe on his shoulder. > > He was not wearing a long black cloak > with a hood to conceal his skull— > rather a torn white tee-shirt > and a pair of loose khaki trousers. > > But still, as I flew past him, > he turned and met my glance > as if I had an appointment in Samarra, > not just the usual lunch at the Raccoon Lodge. > > There was no sign i could give him > in that instant - no casual wave, > or thumbs up, no two-fingered V > that would ease the jolt of fear > > whose voltage ran from my ankles > to my scalp — just a glimpse, > the split-second lock of the pupils > like catching the eye of a stranger on a passing train. > > And there was nothing to do > but keep driving, turn off the radio, > and notice how white the houses were, > how red the barns, and how brown the sloping fields > > Billy Collins > > > >

Flower for the Day Globe Amaranth 11-2-27

We got our globe amaranth (Gomphrena globosa) from our nephew’s son decades ago. It has multiples names: Devil’s clover, red globe everlasting, Makhmali, Vadamalli, St. Francis cord, Bachellor’s button and Thousand day red. The common name derives from the Greek amarantos for everlasting. Who doesn’t love purple balls?  Its greatest joy is that it lives unmolested by the deer for over three months.  We leave the flowers alone until they dry out and turn brown (Dec.). We then harvest them for the seeds for next years crop. Reaper As I drove north along a country road on a gray autumn morning I caught the look of a man on the roadside who was carrying an enormous scythe on his shoulder. He was not wearing a long black cloak with a hood to conceal his skull— rather a torn white tee-shirt and a pair of loose khaki trousers. But still, as I flew past him, he turned and met my glance as if I had an appointment in Samarra, not just the usual lunch at the Raccoon Lodge. There was no sign i could give him in that instant - no casual wave, or thumbs up, no two-fingered V that would ease the jolt of fear whose voltage ran from my ankles to my scalp — just a glimpse, the split-second lock of the pupils like catching the eye of a stranger on a passing train. And there was nothing to do but keep driving, turn off the radio, and notice how white the houses were, how red the barns, and how brown the sloping fields Billy Collins

Flower for the Day Odds and Ends 10-28-27

> > The garden is winding down and so am I. Here are some of what’s still growing currently. > > Butterfly bush (Buddleja davidii) >  > > New England aster (Sumphotrychum novae-anglia) >  > > Sorghum (Sorghum bicolor) - which we call milo (obviously a gift from the birds). >  > > Showy stonecrop (Hylotelephium spectacle) I love these little stars. >  > > The hidden well-spring of your soul must > needs rise and run murmuring to the sea; > and the treasure of your infinite depths > would be revealed to your eyes. > But there are no scales to weigh your > unknown treasure; > And seek not the depths of your knowl- > edge with staff or sounding line. > For self is a sea boundless and measure- > less. > > Say not, “I have found the truth.” but > rather, “I have found a truth.” > Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” > Say rather, “I have met the soul walking > upon my path.” > For the soul walks on all paths. > The soul walks not upon a line, neither > does it grow like a reed. > The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of > countless petals. > > Kahlil Gibron > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >

Flower for the Day Odds and Ends 10-28-27

The garden is winding down and so am I. Here are some of what’s still growing currently. Butterfly bush (Buddleja davidii)  New England aster (Sumphotrychum novae-anglia)  Sorghum (Sorghum bicolor) - which we call milo (obviously a gift from the birds).  Showy stonecrop (Hylotelephium spectacle) I love these little stars.  The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea; and the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. But there are no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; And seek not the depths of your knowl- edge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measure- less. Say not, “I have found the truth.” but rather, “I have found a truth.” Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.” For the soul walks on all paths. The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals. Kahlil Gibron

Flower for the Day Dahlia 10-26-26

> > We are in the Halloween season and the dahlias are reaching their peak. >  > > Years ago I read that the dahlias do better when staked but I thought I knew better so I didn’t. The plants did fine > but never did well as cut flowers. So I began staking them. Then the deer invaded - they love dahlia leaves.So this > year I staked them and covered the stakes with deer netting. It is not without its problems but now the dahlias are maturing beautifully. You do have to cut openings in the netting to allow the blooms to grow tall. >  >  >  > > And they have become amazing cut flowers. >  > > > dive for dreams > or a slogan may topple you > (trees are their roots > and wind is wind) > > trust your heart > if the seas catch fire > (and live by love > though the stars walk backward) > > honor the past > but welcome the future > (and dance your death > away at this wedding) > > never mind a world > with its villains and heroes > (for god likes girls > and tomorrow and the earth) > > ee cummings > >