Grandmother’s Garden
Monday, May 24th, 2010
- allium and bleeding heart
It felt like summer today! It was a perfect day to take pictures of my grandmother’s beautiful flowers. She has been an avid gardener for most of her life, and has a long yard edged with flower beds.

- lilac
While we were out in the garden we saw birds and their nests, butterflies and other insects…

tulips
There’s a rabbit and a fox that are sometimes spotted in her yard

lupin
My grandmother sat watching her garden and her trees and wondered out loud how many places you could sit in the middle of the city and see nothing civilized. We could still hear lots of noises though.

ranunculus--in the buttercup family
The sun was very warm, and after doing a few garden errands, moving some plants up from the basement, and positioning St. Francis by the tree, I introduced her to a refreshing beverage made from her estate mint.

St. Francis is in position
Drink Recipe:
Combine ice, water, lemon juice, honey and mint in a blender.

Blend it until the ice is ground up, and the mint is shredded.

Garnish with a sprig of mint
I first encountered this drink while in Cairo last summer. It brings back good memories. I’m planting mint on my balcony, so I’ll be able to make this drink all summer.

I was talking with my mom, and we agreed that pigeons might be a little like kids. They can grow up and move out, but they can always come back and expect a spot to stay. I don’t mind so much as long as they don’t poop all over my garden.
The weaving was warped with cascade 220 charcoal gray wool, and the weft was a variety of wool that I bought at a thrift shop. This is the first time I’ve tried weaving two layers of fabric at the same time. It’s a pretty neat technique that results in the bottom of the bag being seamless. I sewed the two side seams with a very dense zigzag stitch to attach all the strings together. It seems pretty sturdy. I just need to find something to use as handles now!
They are gone! 24 hours of an empty nest and empty balcony signals my opportunity to clear out all traces of pigeon. The young birds were last seen hopping around in my dishpan flower boxes. They had practiced flying from shelves to the bench to the balcony floor and back again.
This may be the last I see of them. I’ve taken down the balcony screening, and moved the bench inside (after I washed a LOT of pigeon poop off of it). The shelf and flower pots are moved into the wind–we’ll see how hardy these birds are. They were pleasant enough company for the spring, but I don’t think I would like them to stick around all summer too.
It’s so warm out that the pigeons are showing their toes!








