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Small, small garden

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Arthritis means my days of the big garden are over. But I can still enjoy digging in the earth, planting seeds, pulling weeds and harvesting, just on a smaller scale.

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On our deck are two Veg Trugs (Lee Valley Tools used to sell them) and one bag of soil, slit open and supported on a metal frame. In the ‘gardens’ I have two snow pea plants, three yellow wax bean plants, three parsley plants and one cucumber plant.

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Each day for the last month, I sit on the deck and nibble on my ‘harvest for the day.’ Sometimes it’s one bean pod and a snow pea pod, sometimes two beans, sometimes a cucumber sandwich. Seems small, but I think I enjoy these little sessions more than the buckets of produce I once harvested from my garden.

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Written by jane tims

August 30, 2019 at 7:00 am

Tea berries

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Teaberry

Gaultheria procumbens

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leaves shiny, thick

capsules waxy, red

aromatic oil

methyl salicylate

mint and wintergreen

tea soothing, blood thinning

creeping wintergreen

spice berry, drunkards

staggering over

the forest floor

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 28, 2019 at 7:00 am

Raspberries

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It’s a great year for berries. Our blueberry bushes are loaded with the biggest, sweetest berries I have ever tasted. The raspberries are full and sweet. The blackberries are still mostly unripe but the canes are heavy with future berries.

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raspberry ramble

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every berry

a sweet cup

detached

from its cosy seat

deep in brambles

juice pressed

between teeth

seeds and briars

handfuls of sun

rain clouds

warm winds

gravel soil

eager fingers

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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All my best

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 25, 2019 at 8:11 pm

blackberries

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R. 'blackberries' October 29 2018 Jane TimsScan_20181029

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blackberries

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floricanes bend

with August weight

shape an archway

show the path

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through brambles

to lake

pergola unfastens

gate, entices

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pickers

into wicked thorns

sweet indigo

temptation

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primocanes snag

hems of gloves

ankles of socks

handles of baskets

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angry scratch

for every berry

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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Hope you are enjoying this blackberry summer.

All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 21, 2019 at 7:00 am

Pearly everlasting

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H. 'Pearly everlasting' October 27 2018 Jane Tims

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Pearly Everlasting

Anaphalis margaritacea L.

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Pearly Everlasting

sign of summer’s passing

yet – immortelle

picked by the road

by the armload

hung from rafters

children’s laughter

runs beneath

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downy leaf, woolly stem

white diadem

perfectly matched flowers

thatched in gold

dry and old

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Linnaeus named

for Marguarite

memory sweet

paper petals keep

pale perfume

summer grace

in a winter room

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Published as:  ‘Pearly Everlasting’, The Antingonish Review 92, 1993 and at niche poetry and prose, August 20, 2012 here

Copyright   Jane Tims   2012

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 14, 2019 at 7:00 am

haws and sharps

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As we trim our roads at our cabin, we sometimes get into arguments over what shrubs should stay and what should go. Most decisions are easy: mountain birch and willow are numerous on the property and will grow back; oak and maple are always kept because of their beauty and relative scarcity; alders disappear without the slightest consideration. However, whether to keep the hawthorn (Cretaegus) or let it grow, always takes some wrangling.

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The Hawthorn is a woody shrub or bush with sharp thorns, growing in thickets and along rivers, lakes and coastal areas.  Hawthorn is also called Red Haw. The red, fleshy fruit is used to make tea, jelly or jam.

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I think the shrub should be kept just for its beauty. Who could resist those bright red haws?

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My husband wants it gone. The thorns are long and sharp enough to pierce an ATV tire or scratch a truck.

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Who wins the argument? Beauty always prevails. Even those thorns have their own, terrible, loveliness.

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Hawthorn (Cretaegus spp.)

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each fall, the hawthorn bleeds

with berries, impales

with thorns

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berries are difficult to gather

easier to flood, with red

imagination

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to strip the bush of every drop

Cretaegus draws

so choose –

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ignore the feast, or risk

a bleed to pick a berry

collude with birds

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see how waxwings hover

twig to twig, manoeuvre

in the thorns

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haws, of course, not wasted –

what red the thrushes leave

will rot

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nourish another season

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poem from within easy reach (Chapel Street Editions, 2016) –

one poem of many to celebrate the edible wild …

to order a copy of the book, contact Chapel Street Editions

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

October 1, 2018 at 11:26 am

have grape vines, will not prune

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I have planted grape vines in quite a few places on our properties over the years.

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At our cabin, one vine survives, climbing an inch or two each year on an arbor we built. The cabin lot was supposed to be great for growing grapes — a sunny slope, the temperature-modifying lake and breezes to discourage insects.

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However, the vines have not been thriving. This year for the first time, I have a scrawny bunch of grapes.

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The vines at home in our garden do thrive, although the light is scarce. Each year I have a few small bunches of grapes.

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my grapes, wandering about in the birch tree

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The vine at the back of the house is amazing. Without pruning, it has climbed high into the maple and fir trees. But an unpruned apple tree keeps the light low. Pruning, that must be the key!

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Competition

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Grape vines climb

high into maple.

Feign kudzu.

Burden the balsam,

bend branches.

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Grape leaves flare,

arrange themselves, nip

every ray.

Mosses and bracken

starved for light.

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But apple

demands its revenge.

Sends shadows

to starve chlorophyll.

Bullies grape.

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Teases leaves

with flecks of half-light.

Grapevine sets

no fruit this season.

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Not a single grape.

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All my best!

Jane

 

 

 

 

Written by jane tims

September 17, 2018 at 7:00 am

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