Tag Archives: spring
I don’t know if the cold kitchen has shocked it into producing but our little orange tree has flowers and oranges on it at the same time. Smells lovely and reminds me spring will come again.
Naked and cold she shivers in the November wind hoping to shed the last tenacious leaves and finally go dormant until Spring. ©2019 Sharron R. McMillan
Creeping Blackberry Rubus ursinus We call them bramble berries. They are wild and grow throughout our yard on stumps and on the ground. Berries ripen earlier, are smaller and have more flavour than Himalayan. Nice in salads. Means: Lowliness, … Continue reading
Daisy (English) Bellis perennis Small Perennial. Leafless stems to 1 to 6” tall. Flowers in the spring, to 1” across, pinkish or white. A friend from England gave us a few roots in 2000. We planted them in one spot … Continue reading
Rhododendron macrophyllum This large bush is a survivor. We planted three rhodoes in the 70’s. One was driven over by a camper van, one had a tree dropped on it. This one survived and though the deer seem to stomp … Continue reading
Columbine Aquilegia Canadensis Blooms May to July. Aquila means eagle, the claw-like spur on each flower looks like an eagle claw. Started from seeds in the greenhouse in 1986. Now they are everywhere. We have blue, pink, purple, pale … Continue reading
Golden Buprestid Beetle Buprestis aurulenta
Oregon Grape Mahonia Nervosa A good year for wild Oregon grapes. I must remember to pick the berries and make jam this year. Looks like there will be lots. Use: Good for jelly combined with salal berries. Flower buds, … Continue reading
Woodland or Dwarf Rose Rosa gymnocarpa BC’s smallest and most delicate wild rose. Shrub to 4’ tall. Many weak prickles. Pale pink, dainty flower. Hip a small orange pear shaped. Eaten by the natives to sustain life in times of … Continue reading
Allium Atropurpureum (Ornamental Garlic) Symbolizes good fortune and prosperity, unity, humility and patience.
I was a seed searching for a place to root. Carried by turbulent winds to desolate soil I could have withered and dried. Transported by flighty fowl of feelings to distant shores, I may have drowned in oceans of … Continue reading
The scent of lilacs always takes me back to the days I walked to school and passed a hedge of lilacs. That perfume lifted my spirits and still does.