114: Cabbage Rose

Linda June 29th, 2009

rose

As promised here is a picture of my grandmothers’ cabbage rose.  I don’t know the real name but that is what she always called it.  Is is not a hybrid rose so it is alot easier to maintain.  It gets these big fat blooms on it and they are very fragrant.  I love them, when I see them I always think of my plump danish grandmother.  She had such a green thumb that she could make a stick grow–honest, I saw her do it.  She would stick it in this mucky jar and let it sit for weeks and then “pop” it would have roots!

(Scott loaded these pictures for me..our website has been updated so there is alway a big learning curve–what is your opinion on the bigger pictures???)

A place I call Haven

Linda June 23rd, 2008

 (I just added this for you city folk–I wake up several days a week with deer grazing in my back yard–now some of you might think this is cool but for those of us who garden…well let’s just say, I wish we had a dog to chase them off!!!)

 About 5 years ago Scott built me this garden.  It has an 8 foot fence (to keep the deer out, to stop my beloved kitty from pooping in the beds, and other creatures etc) and raised beds.  It is appprox 30 by 27 feet.  It is “my” garden, haven, and no one is allowed in unless “the mama” says so.  It is my own little spot to myself (I even have to share my studio space, sigh).  The wisteria bloomed this year for the first time.  It is purple and very fragrant.

      These are views from inside it.  I am growing:lettuce, spinach, rainbow swiss chard, 2 kinds of edible peas, cucumbers, zuccini, strawberries, blueberries, herbs, carrots, flowers, pumpkin starts, egg plant starts, basil starts, radishes, and rhubarb.  Whew!!!  It is all very compact.  I don’t use any chemicals except slug death (this is Washington you know)–I find that crop rotation works very well thank you.  And it gets regular doses of compost and chicken/rabbit manure. 

  A view of my raspberry patch. Not many make it inside–most end up inside me!!

  These are my peas–most of these end up inside my kids before they make it into the house.   

    This rose came from my grandmother Alma, and who knows where she got it–it was always in her garden.  It is not a very well behaved rose, but it brings back such fond memories.  It is a “cabbage” rose and give off such a heady scent.

 A view from the garden.  To the left is the garden shed-the one with the red door.  And the building next to that is Mimi’s play house.  Sadly she does not spend that much time in it–she spend most of her time running away from any flying creature because she believes it is a bee/yellow jacket.