Thursday, April 14, 2011

From Whence I Came

A couple of entries back I introduced myself as a transplant to the Dallas area. To add a little to the story, I suppose I should share from whence I came. As a girl my roots were first planted in the hills of North Arkansas (which we'll visit sometime as well). After marriage, schooling, work and so forth, I settled in Central Arkansas just outside of Little Rock in a charming cottage I lovingly dubbed Lil' Haven.

With many reservations and concerns about caring for the place on my own, I bought the house after a divorce. Having no idea what to expect initially, it turned out that within a couple of years I transformed the place into a lovely little retreat.

The area is just outside of farming country, river bottoms is what they called it. A nearby farm provided a fall harvest that remains unsurpassed by any I've ever seen. Schaefer's Farm provided a spectacular fare of pumpkins, straw bales, corn stalks and a plethora of exotic gourds and squash for autumn decorating.

But after years of solitude and bliss, that restless desire to move on, to begin a new adventure, took hold. Lil' Haven and I parted ways and I headed west into the sunset.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Spring Came Quickly

Spring came as quickly as the last snowfall melted in Dallas, Texas. From spindly, feeble branches, and winter ravaged foliage, plumes of fuchsia and pink covered nearly every trace of the haggard Azalea. Spent leaves, pockmarked and yellow from shards of sleet and bitter cold, fall to the ground beneath her.

Carolina jasmine crept over the north fence to bathe in a pool of golden sunlight. Warmth was scarce on the north side where her roots lay. Brilliant and buttery she fell just short of glowing as cascades of yellow trailed down the weathered gray fence.

Heavy, blue poms overtake the small frame of a newly planted hydrangea. Struggling to stay upright she sways and dips as a gust of spring wind whips round the red brick corner of the north facing wall.

And last of all, crisp white blossoms surround the delicate pout of crimson centered hearts. Masculine, woody stems and oak like leaves provide an unexpected backdrop for the delicate flower of the bleeding heart. In full bloom, there's no longer a trace of the unmistakable heart-shaped flower that first appeared.

.....see you in the garden.

Friday, April 8, 2011


Good Afternoon,

I'm a transplant in the Dallas, Texas area. Almost three years ago I moved here with my new husband. Since then my now 22 year old daughter, who was in Florida working for Walt Disney, has moved back in then moved out again and we've added two dogs to the family. The dogs are Toby, a yorkie, and Phoebe, a silky terrier. I'll mention them a lot--the dogs, not the daughter or husband.

Although there is much more to learn, I've learned a few things about the climate in this area:

1. It's hot!
2. It's dry!
3. There's very little dirt and lots of clay.

There isn't much else a person needs to know until those three obstacles are overcome. So far I've learned how to shade garden. I have a nice little collection going on the north side of the house. Other than that I've done very little or what I have done isn't worth mentioning. I want to change that.

Other than doing a little gardening, I'm a full-time student working on my master's degree in Library Science. I work part-time at a corporate library. I love HGTV and when/if I have any free time, I spend it trying to learn how to tear out and replace the back-splash in the kitchen and the tile surround on the fireplace. My motivation isn't completely about earning the degree. It isn't so much about turning a part-time job into a full-time job, nor to buy a car, or the money, or anything like that. It is to have enough time to tear down some really ugly tile and put up something that's pleasing to my chi.

There's always a project to look forward to. I never finish one project before I have several new possibilities in the back of my mind.