Wednesday, January 6, 2010

DREAM AWAY!

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If the weather in your hometown has been anything like the weather in the south, and most likely it has been colder, you are ready to see some greenery! NOT HEAT -- just greenery!

I will be posting on herb gardens and potted plants soon. I also love container gardens, and there are so many options.


I realize that it doesn't seem like that time of year to many, but in 6 weeks we will get started creating this beautiful thing known as a garden!

Feast your eyes on the following photographs from Traditional Home magazine in the Gardening and Outdoors section. These gardens were designed by Gordon Hayward. Photography by Mathew Benson.

ENJOY!













Now... go get that garden magazine, and curl up by the fire and dream green!
Teresa,
xoxo
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THE BROOK ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

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The Brook

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson



My hp is in the shop, FOR THE SECOND TIME, so I am attempting to maneuver on a Mac, which is much nicer, but I will need to spend time learning the differences. I am beginning to think about purchasing a Macbook Pro!

I hope that you enjoy this poem. Tennyson is my favorite poet.

I am hoping the supplies will show up today for the blackboard project, and I am working on a post with instructions for starting an early herb garden. I will begin purchasing soon, so I will keep you posted on what and when to buy, along with a great idea for kitchen herb potting.

I have tomorrows post ALMOST ready, so I will see you here!
Teresa
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