Here it is the end of our growing season. Everything is shutting down in our gardens. The beautiful leaves have fallen to the ground. The migrating birds are gone. The winter birds have arrived. The squirrels are gathering in our yards and the bunnies are huddled under the blue spruce. I have talked about the birdhouse on the post outside of our breakfast nook. The sparrows lived in the house, when I moved here.After I moved in we had a surprise. It seems that the wrens had followed me from my former town, because they were never here before me. They busied themselves taking all the debris out and putting it back in. Now the house was theirs. Yesterday, I noticed a nuthatch doing the same thing. He was also trying to make the hole a little larger. He could fit in the hole, but it took some doing. He worked for most of the day on his project. This morning the sparrows are looking at his work. It seems that life is a circle for the birds too.
I got a call from the library yesterday. I had requested a book a long time ago and they had finally found it. Barbee from http://barbeeslog.blogspot.com/ asked me if I had read An Island Garden by Celia Thaxter. She and I share a love for Gladys Taber books and the book she asked me about is written like a garden journal also. I asked for it at the library, and today I picked it up. It is the sweetest book...written in 1894. It has a cloth like cover, moss green, with gold stamped flowers and lettering. The beautiful old fashioned illustrations are by Childe Hassam. I started reading it as soon as I came in the house. It's a small book...only 126 pages. The book is the life of Celia Thaxter and her garden. She lived on land during the cold weather, but when the seasons changed she leaves for Appledore Island in the Isles of Shoals. Here is just an excerpt of her writing.
She lives in the old town of Portsmouth, New Hampshire she says:
...Whither I repair in the autumn from the Isles of Shoals, remaining through the cold weather and returning to the islands on the first of April. My upper windows all winter are filled with young Wallflowers, Stocks, single Dahlias, Hollyhocks, Poppies and many other garden plants, which are watched and tended with the most faithful care till the time comes for transporting them over the seas to Appledore. A small steam tug, The Pinafore, carries me and my household belongings over to the islands, and a pretty sight is the little vessel when she starts out from the old brown wharves and steams away down the beautiful Piscataqua River, with her hurricane deck awave with green leaves and flowers, blossuming houseplants go also and there are Palms and Ferns and many other lovely things that make the small boat gay indeed.
Can you just imagine seeing this boat full of plants waving in the wind and their caretaker watching them on deck?
I don't know if the above is of interest to anyone, but to me...it is a precious writing. I am going to do my best to find an old copy...so that I can have my own. Thankyou Barbee....I am going to enjoy it. This little treasure would make a nice Christmas gift for a gardener.