There is a beauty salon in town that is advertising back to school haircuts. It was these ads that made me decide to perform a few haircuts in my back yard. Namely, my two weeping cherry trees and my Rose of Sharon bushes. They had simply gotten out of control. They were too tall and too bushy. I decided since all of them had done their thing for the season, now was as good as time as any to give them a little makeover. The picture above is the final result. Two trees that fit better into their small garden spot and Rose of Sharon bushes in between the trees that are more orderly and compact. I also used this time to trim down my hydrangea plants, which had gotten too big over the last few years as well.
My haircutting team started with reducing the heighth of each tree. This meant literally cutting the top four feet off of any branch that grew straight up towards the sun. Each tree had about 8 – 10 vertical branches that needed cutting. After taking care of the height problem, each tree looked much shorter and fit better into their small garden spot in the back yard. Liking what I saw, I then applied the same cutting plan to the Rose of Sharon bushes and made them much shorter as well.
Making the trees appear less bushy was a matter of finding the ends of the branches that hung out the furthest and snipping them off close to where they connected to the main trunk. My guess is that snipping branch by branch took about 2 feet out of the width of the trees. The Rose of Sharon didn’t need much pruning to reduce their width. In this cluster of bushes, only about three or four branches were trimmed. The last step with the trees was to make sure all of the hanging (weeping) branches were cut so they had a proper distance between them and the ground. After making sure each branch was hanging at the same level as all of the rest of the branches, it was time to tidy up the hydrangea.
With the hydrangea, it was important for me to make sure none of the branches were laying on the ground or, as some of the branches had done, were hanging over the stone wall. I also wanted to make sure there was ample room between them and the hosta plant that grows between my two clusters of hydrangea. Based on my research, these mophead hydrangea (H. macrophylla) need to be trimmed and cut after they have bloomed, but before they have set their buds for next year in the tips of year-old wood. I felt that now was the perfect trimming time and I made sure to be a little aggressive and really clean them up.
I may have gone a little overboard in trimming up my mopheads, but I was so happy to see my giant leaf hosta take center stage between both clusters of hydrangea. I had forgotten how beautiful the hosta was because the vast majority of it has been hidden behind hydrangea stems for quite a few years. After I was done trimming the hydrangea, I was quite happy with the results. I think I trimmed them at the right time, there were no stems or leaves on the ground or over the side of the stone wall and there was adequate space between them and other plants. All in all, mission accomplished. I gave what I think were some pretty good haircuts and I didn’t even need to go to beauty school.
It’s always exciting for us here at Glen Road to see our first acorns of the season. It reminds us that Fall is on its way, as well as reminds us about how our blog got its name “Acorns On Glen”. You see, behind our house on Glen Road, there are a number of oak trees that grow acorns during the Spring and Summer. At a certain point, the oaks, after getting permission from Mother Nature, decide to remind us about the upcoming Fall season by dropping hundreds of acorns on top of our roof for at least two to three weeks. Sometimes so many fall at one time that it sounds like bullets spraying the top of our house from some imaginary gun in the back yard. It has become a yearly ritual in our home and we laugh every time we hear the noise or have someone new in the house who asks us, “What was that?”. The falling acorns also signal a period of increased barking from our Yorkie, JoJo. She is always on the lookout for intruders (i.e., squirrels, chipmunks or the UPS delivery man) and hearing the acorns falling on the roof always brings about several barking episodes a day. Yes, it does get a little annoying with her continual barking, but we realize she is just trying to keep us safe and sound.
When we started “Acorns On Glen” about a year and a half ago, I wrote that I wanted it to be about new beginnings and being able to better realize what was real and good in my life. At the time I started writing my first blog post, I was pretty down about life and was only seeing and thinking about what’s wrong in it versus what was right. The blog was a new beginning to me and I hoped it would become a vessel where I could document gratitude for all of the great things that were happening in my life. I wanted the blog to be a chronicle about a great life….my great life. I’m glad to say that it has truly worked and seeing the first acorns of the season reminds me of new beginnings and of just how far I’ve come in appreciating this journey called life!
I don’t really think about what I’m wearing when I’m in my garden. I want to be in clothes that are comfortable, but other than that, I don’t really care what I look like nor do I have any other requirements. My clothes don’t need to match (and usually they don’t), they don’t need to be designer (I mean, I’m rolling around in dirt) and the more holes in the cloth, the better (I think of the holes as added air conditioning). There are a few things I always wear or have with me–my plastic gardening clogs, my wide-brim hat with its SPF of 50, light-weight gardening gloves and I always have my foam cushion handy for my knees when I’m down on all fours digging or planting.
Yesterday was no exception. I had on my wide-brim hat, a purple t-shirt, my blue gardening gloves, charcoal sweat pant cutoffs (to accentuate my pale white legs), dress socks and my gardening clogs. What was different was that I had a friend stop by who walked into the back yard and surprised me. He looked at me with a horrified, yet amused, look on his face and told me that I was some gardener. I said thank you as I took off my hat and ran my hand through my thick and sweaty hair that was sticking four inches up into the air. You know the look….the one that looked like you curled your hair with dynamite sticks. This was not one of my more handsomer days.
After my friend left, I got to thinking that most gardening blogs that I read never really show the actual gardener in all of his or her glory, unless the picture is a staged one taken by a photographer. You don’t really see what the gardener looks like or what the gardener is wearing in the many posts that are out there from our vast gardening community. Do we not show ourselves very much because, like me, we tend to look a little on the crazy side? Or perhaps, unlike me, most gardeners look great and wear nice polo shirts, jeans and comb their hair before spending the day out in the garden? So my fellow gardeners, it is time to confess…..what do you look like when you have a long day of gardening ahead of you?
Since my garden has taken on a second life, I have been keeping the Havahart trap armed and ready for action. I’ve come a long way since catching that first woodchuck. I no longer scream when I discover a critter inside the trap. I have a process down that when I see that I’ve trapped something, I call this man who comes over and removes the critter to a place far, far away. I still am too scared to release the critter by myself. I also have the perfect recipe down to put inside the trap–two chunks of cantaloupe, two chunks of apple, a carrot, a stalk of celery and two cabbage leaves by the entrance to entice the critter to enter the trap versus the garden. It seems to be working although recently I’ve mixed into racoons versus woodchucks. I know what kind of destruction a woodchuck can create in a garden. What about the racoons? Does anyone have garden issues caused by racoons? I can’t say I’ve ever heard of garden woes caused by racoons, but I’m sure there are stories. At best, the racoons have gotten into our garbage can and made a mess, but I have never seen them among the rows of vegetables out in my backyard.
There is a part of me though that is still sad every time the man takes the animals away. It’s sort of a feeling that I’m putting the balance of nature in my backyard out of whack. That I’m disrupting some sort of backyard ecological balance. Isn’t nature all about survival of the fittest? I’ve read stories on other blogs of people battling nature in order to grow a garden, so I know I’m not alone. I guess it’s just another one of the tough and crazy decisions you have to make when you start a garden.
Guess what? It is time for another edition of Friday Dance Party on Acorns On Glen. It’s the time where we give thanks for making it through another week and for being alive and present here on Earth. How do we celebrate another week of living? We dance. So, are you alive this Friday? Are you and your family safe and sound? Take a few seconds now to be in the moment and realize what a great life you truly have. Did you give thanks for that?
Good, now let’s dance.
I really can’t say that I watch much television. Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against TV or those that watch hours and hours of it each week. It’s just that when I start watching TV, I start thinking of a thousand other things I should be doing and that just ruins it for me. That all changed when the London Summer Olympics came on every night for a little over two weeks. I felt that I was literally glued to the TV. I was into TV once again. I liked sports. I could talk to my friends about sports and know who they were talking about. Who knew the Olympics could do this to me? Each night there was new television filled with moments of nail-biting suspense, stories about incredible athletes who worked so hard and were so dedicated, times you felt so proud to be an American and times where you couldn’t hold back your emotions. There were many times when my eyes filled up with tears watching moments like Gabby Douglas win her gold in women’s gymnastics, Clarissa Shields amazing story about her journey that culminated in her winning the gold in the first-ever women’s boxing event and to watch Michael Phelps make Olympic history by winning the most medals of any athlete in Olympic history. My list can go on and on. This is what I call “must see TV”. Then, in a flash, it was all over. No more evenings spent watching great competition. No more emotional moments listening to the Star Spangled Banner. Yes, it was over and I miss it. I’m lonely. I feel a little empty the last few evenings. Here’s to Brazil in 2016. It can’t come soon enough.
During the closing ceremonies, a singer by the name of Ed Sheeran sang. He was the singer who sang Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here”. There was something in his voice that moved me. I jotted his name down to do some research on him and listen to some of his own music. I’m glad I did. He has a great voice and writes some remarkable lyrics…..almost haunting in a way. While not the sunniest of tunes, here is his current hit “The A Team”. It’s our song to dance to this week. Take a listen and move to the music. We’ve made it through another week. Let’s give thanks for that. I think we all deserve a gold medal for winning in the game of life!