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December 18, 2006
A Tale of Two Xmas Trees
When we did our house remodel a few years ago, we gained a bank of windows in our great room that just begged for a big Christmas tree.
This nine-foot artificial tree is pre-lit and covered with family mementoes and keepsakes from our travels including an ornament from our honeymoon at Glacier National Park, a metal building from Brian’s visit to Brussels and a Russian birch heart.
There are also plant and garden-related ornaments, some purchased at a garden store outside of London during our last visit. Blown glass carrots, peaches, hummingbirds and cardinals mingle with tiny pitchforks and spades. It may be winter but the garden is never far from my mind! Click here for a videocast of my favorite Xmas ornaments.
This tree is beautiful but Christmas just wouldn’t be Christmas without the scents of a real tree. So each year we purchase a tree just for Graham’s ornaments. These range from 101 Dalmatians and Bob the Builder to Scooby Doo and the Flash, a chronicle of his childhood toy progression. This year’s cool ornaments are a Star Wars storm trooper and R2D2 & C3PO. Not to mention this cool rocket ship which screams "we have a boy":
His tree is the one we gather around on Christmas even to open presents, which makes it even more special.
Merry Christmas to you all!
Winter Wonderland
Our recent snowfalls have lent a holiday spirit to the gardens.
Christmas Cookies
It is a well-known fact in my household that while I can do many things, baking cookies is just not one of them.
I never seem to trust the amount of time that the directions tell me to leave the cookies in the oven, so my cookies are always well done. Okay, over done.
When I told Brian that I wanted to bake Christmas cookies with Graham this weekend, he just laughed.
I want Graham to have “typical” childhood memories of baking home made Christmas cookies. So I cheat a little. I buy a tube of pre-made sugar cookie dough, roll it out and call it home made. Graham doesn’t know the difference. He just likes to spread LOTS of flour onto the granite island and cut out his favorite shapes.
His cookie cutters of choice do not have Christmas motifs. He likes to use an old, old set with the images of cartoon characters such as Tom and Jerry, Droopy dog and a duck. They must be from when my brother and sister were kids.
We may or may not get around decorating the cookies. It doesn’t matter. The point is that we did a traditional Christmas activity together. And I’ve got pictures to prove it.
Afterwards, when Brian asked Graham how the cookies tasted, he said, “Crunchy.”
Some Christmas traditions never change.
Feeding my Inner Geek
Readers who love arcane information should look no further than the Dorling Kindersley Eyewitness Books series. With more than 130 titles on everything from “Africa” and “Amphibians” to “Weather” and “World War II,” these books provide a comprehensive, in-depth look at a single topic. The books are quality products, made with gorgeous photographs and high production values.
Graham and I both enjoy them. Between the two of us, we had a huge stack of them checked out from the library last week.
Sometimes a novel or autobiography just won’t fit my mood because I want to learn something new. The other night I finished “Watercolor” and on my bedside still await “Rocks and Minerals”, “Medieval Life” and “Crystal and Gem” for when that mood strikes again.
For younger readers, there’s a spin-off series called Eye Wonder – same great photos and production values – just a simpler focus.
And they’ve even made a few of the titles into videos and DVDs. As I type, Graham is watching “Oceans”. His other favorites are “Shark” and “Planet.” He’s even going to give “Shark” the book to his school buddy for Christmas.
Check them out at www.dk.com.
What I’m Reading
In the middle of: “What do You Do All Day?” by Amy Scheibe, a childhood friend. It’s a funny and frank story of a stay home mom in Manhattan. Run out and buy a copy now! (Okay, so that was a shameless plug!)
Also: “Chewing the Cud” by Dick King-Smith, the autobiography of the author of “Babe: The Gallant Pig”which was made into the classic film by the same name.
Listening to: “The Blue Last” by Martha Grimes. Only about 10 minutes left!
Graham’s current favorite: “Captain Underpants and the Wrath of the Wicked Wedgie Woman" by Dav Pilkey. I couldn’t have made that up myself if I had tried.
Remaining Garden Chores
Clean out my gardening tote. It’s filled with old plant tags, clods of dirt and other detritus.
Pack the canna, four o’clock and sweet potato tubers in sawdust for the winter and store them someplace in the house that won’t be too hot or too cold.
Today’s Grahamism
“What if the chickadee only said, ‘Dee-dee-dee-dee?’ Could it keep its old name?”
“I want an easy job when I grow up. I’m going to take pictures of dinosaurs in museums.”
“I don’t need to write a letter to Santa. The elves have already made want I want.” How do you know that? “Oh, Mom, it’s a long story.”
When Graham and I came home from running errands one evening, we discovered that Glynis had eaten the remaining 10 squares in Graham’s chocolate calendar. I told him that dogs that eat chocolate can get really sick and even die. He walked over to where Glynis was lying on the couch, gave her a pat and a kiss and said, “Good bye, Glynis.” And then walked away.
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April 23, 2006
Mother Love
Each night before I turn in for bed, I check in on Graham, pulling covers up over his out sprawled arms and legs, smoothing back a lock of hair and allowing the caress of a tender cheek to wipe away the day’s frustrations and cares – both his and mine.
Graham sleeping. (Click image for larger)
As I lean in to give him a good night kiss, I sniff deeply of that heady aroma of sleeping child – sweat and sunshine, shampoo and joy. And I know in the very marrow of my bones that This Child is Mine.
I’ve read that smell is the most potent of the senses, attaching itself to events so powerfully that even a faint whiff of a scent can bring back long-forgotten memories.
It also acts as a recognition device, a reinforcement of maternal process. Even the day after Graham was born, I could have chosen him from an array of other babies, just from his individual scent.
I think it’s an ancient response for women, going back to when we were simple primates. Have you ever noticed that when a baby is presented to a gaggle of women, almost the first thing each one of them will do when handed the child is to hold the baby close and take a deep sniff? We all laugh that we “just love the smell of new baby” but what we’re really doing is testing for recognition. We sniff and think, “Yep, this smells good but it’s not mine.”
That imprint of aroma is like olfactory DNA, something so unique and singular that it cannot be replicated. Every animal mother can tell her child from the all others in a herd, even when there are hundreds of them.
So at night, when mothers everywhere tuck their little ones in to bed, we can sleep in peace, too, because we know This Child is Mine.
A mother’s nose knows, and it’s never wrong.
Deep Purple
With all the chartreuse leaves popping out on trees and cheery yellow daffodils in bloom, a garden’s deeper purple flowers and foliage can make a welcome change.
This spring my gardens contain wild prairie crocus...
Wild prairie crocus. (Click image for larger)
...snake’s head fritillary...
Snake’s head fritillary. (Click image for larger)
...and grape hyacinth.
Grape hyacinth. (Click image for larger)
From emerging hosta shoots...
Hosta shoots. (Click image for larger)
...to the ruffled edges of “Plum Pudding” heuchera...
“Plum Pudding” heuchera. (Click image for larger)
...and the stalks of “Husker Red” pensetemon,
“Husker Red” pensetemon. (Click image for larger)
...purplish leaves also add color and form.
And don’t forget the punch provided by the bright fuschia of Turkish tulips...
Turkish tulips. (Click image for larger)
...and waxy-leaved bergenia.
Bergenia. (Click image for larger)
What I’m Reading
Browsing through: “Foliage: Dramatic and Subtle Leaves for the Garden” by David Joyce.
Listening to: “Dragonfly in Amber – Part 1” by Diana Gabaldon. Continuing the tale of romantic Scottish time travel.
Graham’s current favorite: “Owen & Mzee: the True Story of a Remarkable Friendship” by Isabella Hatkoff and “What Do Illustrators Do?” by Eileen Christelow.
Today’s Grahamisms
Graham and I were out running errands one night last week when it began to rain quite hard. We rushed from a store to the van, trying not to get wet. As I buckled him into his booster seat, most of my body still outside the van, Graham said, “Oh, the water makes everything sparkle, even your butt.”
While walking down to Big Park on Medicine Lake, Graham said, “I think the Seven Wonders of the World is wrong. Howler monkeys should be on that list because when they howl it can be heard for seven miles.” Then he demonstrated by hooting at the top of his lungs, startling a nearby walker.
Graham’s class has been studying art for the past two weeks, and every day he brings home artwork that he has done in the style of Claude Monet, Mary Cassatt and others. One day, he announced, “My favorite artist today is Andy Warthog.”
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April 16, 2006
Spring Ephemerals
There is something rather bittersweet about the spring ephemerals. You wait all year for them and are delighted when they appear, knowing full well that they won’t last long.
I’m sure there are very specific guidelines on categorizing plants as ephemerals but I’m using my own loose interpretations here.
I would start out with the crocus, a cheerful spring bulb guaranteed to bring a smile to anyone’s face. They come in a variety of colors....
Purple crocus. (Click image for larger)
....and build dense clusters as they multiply.
Siberian squill also form cheerful clumps, creating a wash of blue color like a river or stream.
Siberian squill. (Click image for larger)
The woods are the perfect place to look for native spring ephemerals. The other day I took the dogs for a walk in nearby French Park. On our way back from the woods, I glanced into the brush edging the walking path and was astonished to see not one, but two clusters of bloodroot in bloom.
Bloodroot. (Click image for larger)
I must have been truly distracted on my way to the woods because I completely missed them, which was a pretty incredible feat considering how white the flowers are and how evident they are against their surroundings.
Bloodroot remind me of strange alien life forms whose bat-like wings surround them when it’s cold and open up with the warmth of the sun. Very cool.
Budding Bloodroot. (Click image for larger)
My astonishment continued the next morning when I stood with Graham in our driveway, waiting for the school bus. I glanced up into our woodland/dry streambed garden, and there was a single bloodroot in bloom.
I don’t remember planting it, even though I know I’ve wanted to add bloodroot to that bed for years. Obviously I did so last year!
I would even add trees to my list of spring ephemerals, in this case the magnolia species.
I’ve too much Dakota prairie in me to ever want to transform myself into a Southern belle, but if it would mean being able to enjoy the sights and scents of magnolia trees for more than just a few days, I would certainly consider it.
Our “Merrill” magnolia trees are seven years old now and have truly come into their own. Last week’s unseasonably early warm weather made the buds pop, and every day I came home from work to be greeted by even more blossoms.
The two magnolia. (Click image for larger)
The threat of rain concerned me because a hard rainfall can wipe out an entire tree’s blooms in an instant. But luckily, the rain never arrived, and we’ve been graced with glorious blooms for almost a week.
And the fragrance! Just step out of the house onto the deck, and you are instantly enveloped in a cloud of sweet smells, which travel all the way to the front yard. Working in the yard is certainly enhanced by this kind of aromatherapy.
The trees are uplit with landscape lights and are eerily beautiful at night, their delicate white blossoms glowing in the dark.
All these spring flowers are lovely but don’t last long, so you really have to stop to enjoy them while you can.
More Spring Photos
The hellebores continue to please me with their greenish, waxy-looking flowers. I planted three more last year.
Hellebores. (Click image for larger)
Since they are in Pont’s main flight path through the garden, it remains to be seen if they’ve survived.
Last fall I planted 96 “Czar Peter” tulips in the middle bed of the back gardens. They are coming up nicely, with an unusual purple stripe along their leaves.
Czar Peter leaf. (Click image for larger)
Taking Care of Business
In spring, my list of things to do grows longer by the minute, and Brian has to talk me down when I start to get that frantic look in my eyes. I could be outside every spare minute and still not get it all done. That really puts me in a panic when I let it get to me.
I’m still clearing out perennial beds, but I’m almost finished with that chore. I was able to cut back most of the clematis this weekend and got a start on pruning the shrub roses. But when I look around, I see the prairie garden to be weeded, the early vegetables to get planted, the wisteria to be pruned and on and on. Yikes!
Sometimes I feel smug that I’ve gotten so much done already, and it’s only mid-April. (Is it just me or did Spring come early this year?) And at other times, I’m just overwhelmed.
Today, I had to tell myself just to give it up and stay indoors to tend to mundane household chores (Lord, do I hate ironing). I could feel my internal gardening pressure rising as the sun came out. It was supposed to rain, dang it! When it’s pouring out, I can work indoors without any guilt.
There should be gardening therapy for people like me. Not a therapy where sick people do gardening to feel better. I’m talking about therapy for “people who garden too much” or wish they could garden more, something to help them feel better when they can’t.
Maybe I’ll add that to my list of things to do.
What I’m Reading
Browsing through: “Architectural Plants: What to grow and how to grow it” by Christine Shaw. Too bad most of the plants won’t survive in Zone 4.
Still listening to: “Outlander – Part 2” by Diana Gabaldon. Continuing the tale of romantic Scottish time travel. Two disks left!
Graham’s current favorite: “The Borrowers” by Mary Norton. Another children’s classic. And “Don’t Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late” by Mo Willems.
Today’s Grahamisms
While watching a silly cartoon in which Baby Bugs Bunny and Baby Daffy were building a “huge” castle, Graham said, “That's not the biggest castle I've ever seen. Actually I've never seen one but I know I will some day.” Too right, boyo.
“City Gardener,” Mom’s current favorite BBC gardening show was on. Graham watched for a while and then said, “You know, to make everything look really great, we need to paint the house green and add bricks all around the gardens. So get going.” Just what I need, a six-year-old design critic.
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April 10, 2006
Happy Birthday, Graham!
Monday, April 10, our son Graham Kiloran turned six. He was born on a Monday, and it’s hard to believe that enough years have passed for that same day to come around again.
And it’s hard to believe that our tiny baby....
Graham at one day old. (Click image for larger)
....has grown into a big boy of six.
Graham with his BD cakes. (Click image for larger)
We held a small party this weekend for a mixture of old friends and new. The theme was superheroes and the eight boys (and one little sister) made their own capes, wrist bands and goggles. (Many thanks to my friend Wendy who shared her professional ideas and supplies.)
Flash greets everyone in the entry. (Click image for larger)
Making super hero wristbands. (Click image for larger)
Making super hero capes. (Click image for larger)
Games included Bad Guy Bowling and a race to save Superman’s life by gathering all the kryptonite that had fallen into our yard the night before when a meteorite whizzed overhead.
Super heroes hunt down kryptonite. (Click image for larger)
Our heroes located all the kryptonite. (Click image for larger)
Then there was a piñata, Spiderman cakes and opening presents – all in two hours. Whew!
At the Batman piñata. (Click image for larger)
Piñata opened! (Click image for larger)
Even time for gifts! (Click image for larger)
Dad & Graham play some chess. (Click image for larger)
And soon another year will zoom by and we’ll find ourselves at party number seven, wondering where the time went.
So here’s to you, my sweet babaloo. Happy, happy birthday.
We’re Back in the Garden, Baby!
The Maas family spent some time doing garden clean up this week, lifting leaves from the front perennial beds so the bulbs could come through.
Graham was my helper guy, gently pulling the matted leaves back to reveal yellow daffodil and crocus shoots. Each time he found one, he would shout, “Mom! Look! More garden treasure!” He was especially enamored with the tulip shoots declaring that they looked like candy with stripes of white, yellow and red.
At one point he told me, “We make a good team. You know how to garden and I know how to have fun.” Indeed. I thought they were one and the same.
Today Brian removed the bags of leaves that protected tender plants during the winter, and Graham helped with box elder bug extermination, his trusty squirt gun filled with soapy water. Any time he saw a box elder bug, he would shout, “Do you want to go to heaven?”
He was quite proud of his efforts saying, “We are saving the gardens. Dad and me are shooting the box elders and you can get the slugs.”
More Signs of Spring
The goldfinches have ditched their drab gray winter coats for shades of yellow –from the softest cream to bright lemon.
The dogs no longer need their coats when we go for walks.
A bunch of asparagus was only 98 cents at Cub this week. As I was cooking it, Graham said, “I smell something stinky.”
I made my first chive omelet of the season.
Brian uncovered the willow furniture under the pergola.
What I’m Reading
Still reading: “John William Waterhouse” by Aubrey Noakes. A look at the Pre-Raphaelite painter and his work.
Listening to: “Outlander – Part 2” by Diana Gabaldon. Continuing the tale of romantic Scottish time travel.
Graham’s current favorite: “The Borrowers” by Mary Norton. Another children’s classic.
Today’s Grahamisms
"When Pont dies and is a dog angel, will he still be in the house but we just can’t see him? What if I walk through the house and trip over him?"
"When superheroes crash their cars, they get zero dollars back."
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March 26, 2006
Are You Worthy?
I recently completed a long-overdue project: transferring all the names from my address book into a new one. The one old was papered with a mosaic of yellow Post-it notes – new names to add but there was no room and updates on current place holders. I couldn’t open it without a little paper fluttering out like a wounded butterfly.
I started at the very beginning and made my way from A to Z, meticulously copying names, addresses and telephone numbers. Technology crept in with the addition cell phone numbers and email addresses, when available.
I noted all the changes that had happened to my friends and family through the years. There were a lot of physical shifts as people moved up and on from apartment dwellers to homeowners. I must have worn an eraser clear through with some of the more transient folks who have moved from state to state. Some people’s addresses I transferred even though I knew they will have another new one in the next couple of months.
The life changes were more bittersweet with the inevitable deaths. I’ve lost several aunts and uncles in the past few years, and it was sad to have to eliminate an entire couple from my permanent record. Even though my grandfather has been dead since 1985 or 86, I kept his address. For some reason it’s important to me to remember the street number in the tiny town where he lived.
There were heartbreaking divorces to note, proud transitions from children to young adults with addresses of their own, and lots of joyful additions as friend added babies to their families.
My biggest concern was that, with all the Post-it note updates, I wouldn’t have enough room in the new address book. I somehow have lots of friends with last names beginning with M and N and who had to spill over into P in the old book.
So I tried to be ruthless. If someone wasn’t on my Christmas mailing list or I hadn’t been in contact in at least five years, he or she was gone. It was surprisingly easy. It made my mindful of the old Seinfeld episode when Elaine only had a small supply of contraceptive sponges, and each new man she met was judged “sponge-worthy” or not.
Was the woman I knew from community summer theatre back when I was a teenager address-book worthy? No. Was the acquaintance with whom I had lunch once or twice eight years ago worthy? No. And so on and so on.
When I was finished, my address book held only the names of the people with whom I want to remain in touch. It may not be frequently but if I want to call or drop a note, I can.
So if you receive my 2006 Christmas card or I call you out of the blue in a few weeks, consider yourself worthy.
I do.
More Signs of Spring
The redwing blackbirds are calling in the marshy places.
Pussy willows have appeared again along the path by the stream where I walk the dogs.
So has the goose poop. Bleh!
Easy Appetizers
I attended a gardening lunch this weekend – a great idea by the way and thanks for the invite, Rebecca – to which I brought the easiest of appetizers. The recipe came from the Desperation Dinners section of the Strib:
Just microwave 4 oz of cream cheese for 7 to 10 seconds and then stir in something to give it some taste. Serve with crackers or French bread slices. For savory spreads use two tablespoons of pesto, salsa, artichoke hearts, roasted red peppers or blue cheese. For a sweet spread for fruit or graham crackers, add ¼ cup crushed pineapple, fruit preserves or whole cranberry sauce. I used pesto and dried tomato pesto for two savory spreads and chutney for a sweet spread.
They tasted great and were incredibly easy to mix up. Give them a try. I recommend using whipped cream cheese over the brick, if possible.
What I’m Reading
In the middle of: “John William Waterhouse” by Aubrey Noakes. A look at the Pre-Raphaelite painter and his work.
Listening to: “Outlander – Part 2” by Diana Gabaldon. Continuing the tale of romantic Scottish current favorite: “The Box Car Children” by Gertrude Chandler Warner. A children’s classic.
Today’s Grahamisms
“Mom, you need hearing lessons. I never have to tell Dad something."
“I know how you hate slugs, Mom. When summer comes, you should spray them with soapy water. Dad and me, we hate boxelder bugs. They always come in the house. So this spring and fall, we’re going to spray them with soapy water and kill them. That’ll teach them a lesson.”
“Today we had a real weatherman from Channel 4 talk to us about weather and tornados. He said that we should think about being a weatherman some day but I’m going to be just like my father.”
“I know what to do when there’s a tornado. You go into the basement or the bathroom and you always stay away from the windows. The best place to go is the bathroom because there are pipes under the bathtubs that go way underground so if a tornado comes your house could blow away but the bathroom will stay.”
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March 18, 2006
Winter Wonderland? Enough Already!
Such are the vagaries of gardening in the Upper Midwest: last Sunday morning, March 12, I spent a delightful time in the early spring garden.
I counted the blooming snowdrops under the front maple. They had arrived a week earlier than usual.
I lifted bags of leaves from the hellebores and took a peak. Imagine my surprise to find so many blossoms here as well. I keep forgetting that in warmer climes they bloom in December.
And I took a quick inventory of all the other bulbs that were starting to poke their way through the soil, including these early crocus and daffodils.
That was about 10 a.m. By 4:30 p.m. when I could finally get back in the garden and do some work, in this case cutting back some shaggy-looking grasses, the first little snowflakes appeared. And then there were more snowflakes and more snowflakes and more and more.
Monday morning brought our first and only true winter storm of the season. Then we had another big dump on Thursday. All my pretty little blooms and bulbs are now covered by two feet of snow.
The good news is that these early emergers are tough, and the snow will keep them well-insulated. Actually, the snow is starting to melt already.
We may receive more snow in March than in any other month, but at least you know that it won’t last. Soon these same plants will be uncovered again and they’ll be here to stay.
At last!
What I’m Reading
In the middle of: “Succession Planting for Year-Round Pleasure” by Christopher Lloyd. Just started: “Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell” by Susanna Clarke, at Brian’s recommendation. And “Julie and Julia : 365 days, 524 recipes, 1 tiny apartment kitchen : how one girl risked her marriage, her job and her sanity to master the art of living” by Julie Powell. It’s a hoot!
Listening to: “The Secret History of the Pink Carnation” by Lauren Willig. The tales of a female spy in the vein of the Scarlet Pimpernell.
Graham’s current favorite: “No Flying in the House” by Betty Brock.
Today’s Grahamisms
After his St. Patrick’s Day Irish dance performance, Graham said, “When I was dancing, I felt like I had to scratch my hair but I knew I couldn’t do it on stage so I just kept on dancing.”
“I miss Sister Olivia (our dear, departed Dalamatian). I wonder where she is in heaven. Maybe if we threw water up in the air, we could see her.”
“Maybe I can get married when I’m 17.” (Mom says, Maybe not!)
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March 15, 2006
All Irish Dance, All the Time
There is an amazing feeling when you watch your child perform on stage in front of hundreds of people, with apparently no fear in his or her body, just the joy of movement to music.
You look at that child and think, “Where did you get that poise, that comfort in your own self?” and hope that it will last through the inevitable gawky and uncomfortable years ahead.
We’ve had that pleasure twice in the past week and will have it a third time when Graham performs again with Rince na Chroi, his Irish dance school, as part of St. Patrick’s Day activities in St. Paul.
This is Graham’s second year of Irish dance, and he has performed in two major recitals and an Irish Fair. He has improved tremendously in the past year at this school. The teaching staff is excellent, and he is surrounded by young women who watch out for him during performances.
And these girls also know how to have fun.
He hasn’t quite figured out that he is only one of two boys in the entire school, and I hope he never does. On Sunday a boy of about 10 or 12 years performed with another school, and he was fantastic.
Together we watched the boy dance, and I told Graham that he could dance that well some day if he stuck with it. I think he was just relieved that he didn’t have to wear a kilt like a boy from a third school.
On Sunday, several of the girls from Graham’s school were honored for having spent more than 10 years in Irish dance class. Dance doesn’t have a specific season like soccer or basketball. These girls are committed every week, practicing and performing year-round.
I hope Graham will continue to enjoy Irish dance so he can be that committed 10 years down the road.
Audio and Video Recaps of Recent Performances
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Daffodil Addendum
When I wrote about daffodils last week, I forgot to mention that you should keep daffodils separate in bouquets, not mixing them with any other kind of bloom, unless you give them special treatment.
Daffodils are toxic to deer, rabbits and squirrels. But they are also toxic to other cut flowers without special treatment. Place your cut daffodils in a separate water container for several hours or overnight. Recut their stems and add to your mixed floral vase using clean water.
I didn’t know about this special treatment until I took a gander at the website of the Daffodil Society of Minnesota. Check it out.
The Little Pumpkin that Could
Somehow Graham’s little pumpkin plant that he potted up last Halloween is still hanging in, even setting blooms. Who knew?
What I’m Reading
In the middle of: “Success Planting for Year-Round Pleasure” by Christopher Lloyd. Just started: “Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell” by Susanna Clarke, at Brian’s recommendation. And “Julie and Julia : 365 days, 524 recipes, 1 tiny apartment kitchen : how one girl risked her marriage, her job and her sanity to master the art of living” by Julie Powell. It’s a hoot!
Listening to: “The Secret History of the Pink Carnation” by Lauren Willig. The tales of a female spy in the vein of the Scarlet Pimpernell.
Graham’s current favorite: “No Flying in the House” by Betty Brock.
Today’s Grahamisms
Brian and Graham had a snow day on Monday, courtesy of this season’s only blizzard. By the afternoon the weather had settled down enough for them to run errands. They stopped at Caribou Coffee for refreshments. While Graham was sipping his hot chocolate, he said, “This is what I call a relaxing day.” Indeed.
Graham is learning about the rainforest in school. “There are two kinds of snakes: stricting ones and poisonous ones. The stricting ones squeeze you ‘til you’re dead.”
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February 15, 2006
Going for Gold
I read this morning that the USA received its first gold medal at the Winter Olympics. Gardeners don’t have such opportunities to win medals, but there are opportunities for competition.
We have done all our major landscaping projects with Dundee nursery, working with landscape architect Jay Siedschlaw. Last year Jay’s photos of our gardens were used as Dundees’ ads in Mpls.St.Paul magazine, which was rather fun to see.
At the end of the season last year, Jay asked if we would work with him to enter our gardens in the Minnesota Nursery and Landscape Association’s annual Landscape Design competition.
Frankly, we didn’t feel our gardens were ready at that time, but this year we will gather photos and write text so we can enter. Any awards given go to the landscape firm which did the design, but we would feel like winners, too.
Check out this site to see which gardens/designers have won in previously years.
You make the call. Will we take home the gold?
A Royal Double-Take
I’m reading a book which features photos of the British royal family taken through the years by photographer Cecil Beaton.
One photograph from 1942, which shows the King, Queen and Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret with First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, made me look twice.
In the lower right-hand corner of the photo, seated on the edge of an armchair is a sixteen-year Princess Elizabeth. Is it just me or could she be my sister? I even showed the photo to Graham and asked, “Who does this lady look like?” and he said, “You, Mom!”
I’ve often thought the now-Queen Elizabeth looks like my aunt LaVerna. It must be the German ancestry that we share with the Queen.
Good genes and true breeding always tell!
A Second Flush
I always try to keep something blooming in the house during the dreary winter months. This year I’ve had tremendous success with a simple primrose I purchased from Cub Foods in January.
It has produced gorgeous coral flowers like the Eveready Bunny – it just keeps going and going and going. It bloomed solidly for almost a month, took a breather and has produced another set of flowers.
I bought two pots of primroses for $4.00. The other plant, which had yellow flowers, petered out pretty quickly, but this little plant has proved to be a great value for the money.
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February 11, 2006
Let the Garden Games Begin!
Reading about all the extreme sports in the Olympics reminded me of a piece I wrote for the Minneapolis Star Tribune a few years ago.
Gardeners may not have luge or skeleton or snowboarding but we still have some serious fun.
So for your enjoyment, a Musings column from April 12, 2001…
Garden This!The recent appearance of the XFL, the latest entrant in the X-treme sports arena, gave me an idea for the Home and Garden channel: X-treme gardening shows.
For me, gardening is a blood sport. A weeding session is not complete unless I’m bleeding from some cut or gash incurred in a tussle with an errant shrub or vine. The measure of a truly successful day is the number of Band-Aids I display at the end of it.
It took only a little imagination to dream up a perfect lineup for an evening’s viewing.
Starting at 7 p.m. with “Run for the Roses.” Two teams of lean, mean gardening machines compete in a series of physical challenges. In one event, team members would run an obstacle-course relay. Contestants carry a bag of cow manure up a steep slope, dodging small children and hurdling clay pots of different sizes on the way. As each competitor completed a leg, he or she would pass the 40-pound bovine baton to the next competitor. The winner would be the first team to cross the finish line.
Another event would be a test of speed, skill and manual dexterity. As the competitors race to be the first to plant 1,000 daffodil bulbs, viewers would grimace sympathetically as the repetitive-stress injuries accumulate. In the final event, a prune-off, two competitors wrestle a wild apple tree back into fine bearing form – using only a left-handed shears and a dull pruning saw! See the suckers fly as they hack, saw and snip the tree into submission! The winning team would receive an all-expenses-paid trip to the Chelsea Garden Show.
The 8 p.m. offering would feature gladiator-style hand-to-hand combat in a show called “Garden This!” At the bell, two warriors would enter a garden center from opposite ends with identical shopping lists of planting materials. They would dash around furiously to fill their carts and fend off their opponent. (Each, of course, wearing protective kneeling guards, wide-brimmed hats and thick leather gloves.)
Just imagine the commentary: “Here comes Diane from aisle seven. She’s closing in on Lucinda like a heat-seeking missile. There’s a hip check, a cart-ram, and yes! Diane has the Verbena bonarienses and she’s moving on. But look, Chet, Lucinda has drawn her Good Grips trowel and is lunging at Diane. Watch as Diane fends off that blow with her dibble. What pluck! Oooh, that had to smart. She should have just handed over the Purple Wave petunias quietly.”
This stylized Battle at Bachman’s would be prime-time pleasure for sure, but it wouldn’t be for the squeamish.
The final show would be the reality-based “Survivor: The Back Yard.” A motley crew would be thrown together to design and plant gorgeous perennial borders in that most hostile of environments: a Zone 4 suburban back yard with deep shade and clay soil. As passions and tempers fester among the hosta and heuchera, members of the Plumbago tribe would be voted off the island bed until only one survivor remained. The winner would get either $1 million or Smith & Hawken deck furniture, whichever is cheaper.
OK, OK, maybe this is a little extreme. But with such a short growing season, we scarred and battle-eager X-treme gardeners will do just about anything to get our fix.
What I’m Reading
In the middle of: “Cecil Beaton: The Royal Portraits” by Sir Roy Strong. Photos of the British royal family from the 1930s on.
Listening to: “Jewels of the Sun” by Nora Roberts. It’s fluff but I get to listen to Irish accents while driving to and from work.
Graham’s current favorite: He has moved on another series of chapter books – the “Horrible Harry” series by Suzy Kline.
Remaining Garden Chores
Start reading through those garden catalogs that are piling up and make some decisions!
Clean out my gardening tote. It’s filled with old plant tags, clods of dirt and other detritus.
Pack the canna, four o’clock and sweet potato tubers in sawdust for the winter and store them someplace in the house that won’t be too hot or too cold.
Today’s Grahamism
While watching a commercial that ran during the Super Bowl in which a man walked obliviously down the street while NASCAR racers whizzed by, a baseball was hit toward the screen, and other sports activities occurred, Graham said, “Well, you sure don’t see that every day.”
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February 08, 2006
Clothing Size Does Matter
The other day I read in the Star Tribune that “The French fashion industry found that the average French woman today is just over 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighs 137.6 pounds. In comparison, the average American woman is 5 feet 4 and weights 164.3 pounds.”
I seem to recall reading a long time ago that at the end of the 19th century, the average American woman was 5 feet 4 and weighed 136 pounds.
So what happened, ladies?
We are not a large family but certainly close to average. I stand at 5 foot 4, Brian at 5 foot 8 and Graham has yet to reach four feet at nearly six years of age. My weight falls below the French average and Graham has consistently been at the 40th percentile all his life. When Brian was training for triathlons, his weight was comparable to mine.
He and I have observed some disturbing trends when we shop for clothes. During certain trips to menswear stores filled with sizes reaching proportions of XXXXL, Brian has not been able to find a single item in the size “Small.” None. Nada. Zilch.
This winter, he was in the market for a new wool topcoat and found one he liked at Jos. A Banks. Of the nearly 300-stores nationwide, only two of the topcoats were in the size 38 that Brian required. Luckily, one of the coats was tracked down and shipped to Brian.
Women’s clothing designers have taken a different tack. To boost the egos of the women purchasing their clothes, the designer have shifted the sizing scale so that previously larger sizes are now marked as smaller. So a size 10 five years ago is now an 8.
While quality designers have always been generous with clothing sizes, is it really necessary to have a size 0? Is the woman wearing it actually two dimensional, like a piece of paper? Maybe when she turns away from you, she disappears.
And how does this affect our kids?
The alarm has already been called to the spread of obesity in our nation’s children. One of my student volunteers told me that in his “food tech” class (our old home ec?), the students watched the documentary “Super Size Me.” When I was in high school, we watched scary sex ed films about herpes, not Big Macs.
Kids need to learn that you are what you eat. If you fill your body with junk food, what comes out will be junk – decreased energy, increased sickness and lack of respect for yourself. But if you eat a reasonable amount of a variety “growing foods” such as fruits, vegetables, multi-grained cereal products and meat and dairy, your body will thrive.
How do we combat this growing trend toward an ever-larger citizenry? The solution is pretty simple: eat less, move more. A person doesn’t have to go on a starvation diet or live at gym to make progress. Eat well and sensibly. If you have a big meal at lunch, eat a smaller one at dinner. If your work building has many floors, skip the elevator and take the stairs. Take a quick walk around the building twice a day to clear your head and get your heart pumping.
These are simple choices to make but they can help build a healthier lifestyle.
Maybe some day the new average can return to the old one.
Shamless Plug
For those dog lovers that want to keep tabs on our two whippets, head over our Dog Blog (The Dogs of Our Lives) as Brian has begun posting a photo almost every day. Sort of like a doggie picture of the day.
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February 01, 2006
Weather Thou Goest…
The day after Christmas, I started my first gardening book of the winter reading season. I’ll discuss my epiphanies from Sir Roy Strong’s The Laskett at another time but from that book on, my waking thoughts have been filled with the garden – what worked last year, what didn’t; what should I be starting from seed this year; what new things should I try; and on and on.
This urge to get back outdoors and start plunging my hands into the dirt came to a screaming crescendo this week when the Minneapolis area experienced record-breaking temperatures. And I mean warm ones, not the typical 60 degrees below freezing stuff we usually get this time of year
On Friday, I went for a walk over lunch and it was 46 degrees out. In the positive. On January 27! What the heck!
It was so warm and wonderful out that I could smell the ground thawing. I swear my neighbor’s lawn is growing and soon he will have to mow. My bergenia are standing to attention, and I’ve seen several green plants in the garden beds.
Apparently we’re not the only ones experiencing unseasonable weather. Or maybe it’s going to become the “new” seasonable weather.
In the February 2006 issue of the BBC Gardeners’ World Magazine, British gardening guru Alan Titchmarsh addresses the fact that in England, gardeners are now growing more and more tropical plants – and leaving them outdoors without any need for winter protection. The Brits are experiencing wetter winters and longer, hotter, drier summers. He wrote:
Our gardens aren't what they were 25-years ago, and that's a fact. Don't worry, I'm not about to moan about falling standards and offer dire predictions about global warming, but there's no denying the seasons have shifted over the years, and gardeners have to adjust their cultivations to match them.
Now, I'm not one of those who believes Armageddon is on the way. It may be something to do with my innate optimism, but I don't think I have my head in the sand. Of course, we must do our bit to reduce carbon dioxide emissions and control the number of gases we pump out into the atmosphere, but our planet has warmed up before. There were warm tropical periods between the Earth's many ice ages and mini-ice ages, and they happened quite quickly. This is due, in part, to the fact that the earth wobbles on its axis, and when it wobbles nearer the sun we get warmer, when it wobbles away we get cooler. In short, climate change is natural. The real news would be if our climatic conditions remained static, but that wouldn't sell newspapers.
While I’m not about to start planting tropical plants as perennials, Brian and I have begun discussing pushing our zones. Which Zone 5 plants have we always wanted to plant but haven’t because they weren’t hardy here?
Maybe this is the year to include more hellebores and other borderline Zone 4 beauties. Whether (or weather) they survive or not, time will tell.
Garden Clean Up of a Different Sort
For Christmas this year, my wish list was very short: a teapot to replace a favorite one I had broken and a facial.
How does this relate to gardening? Considering that I garden from April to November in all kinds of sun and weather and dirt and grit, I know that by the time the gardening season is over, my face is a mess. It needs a tune up and a proper cleaning.
Brian presented me with a gift card for the “Ultimate Facial” at the Sanctuary SalonSpa in Eden Prairie, and I experienced the full luxurious treatment this weekend. From my head (scalp massage) to the tips of my toes (foot massage) and areas in between - a seaweed exfoliant on my back and shoulders (great for repairing the summer’s sun damage) and multiple facial masks and treatments, I felt pampered and prepared for the next gardening season.
If you live in the metro area, check out this spa. It’s a lovely way to treat yourself right. Go to Sanctuary Spa. Ask for Korynn for your treatments. She was very good.
Shameless Plug
I'm eagerly awaiting the release of a new CD by Edinburgh-born chanteuse/guitarist KT Tunstall. Her debut album Eye To The Telescope will released on February 7, 2006. The first simgle, Black Horse and the Cherry Tree, has been getting a lot of air play in the Twin Cities. Give her a listen!
Another Shameless Plug
After my spa morning, Brian, Graham and I met our friends Hadi Anbar, his wife Soodi and their daughter Jaanon for lunch at Kabobi, the latest in Hadi’s stable of great restaurants. His other restaurants include Mission (the former Aquavit) and Atlas, both in downtown Minneapolis.
Kabobi serves food from their native Persia in a fast food setting but with real silverware and cloth napkins, an elegant touch. The food – kebabs and pita sandwiches – is very flavorful and a great value. It’s even kid-friendly, our biggest litmus test.
If you are ever in the Eden Prairie area, check it out.
Virtual Shopping Maas-Style
Brian and I have mastered a new kind of virtual shopping. When he is out and about with his cell phone, he will snap a picture of an item with the camera function and email it me.
For example, this fall I wanted to purchase a new camel hair winter coat. Brian went to the mall over his lunch hour, tracked down a couple of models and sent photos of them to me to choose from. We then had a brief phone conversation, and he purchased the one I wanted. Bada-bing, shopping over.
On Friday, Graham had a school release day. Brian stayed home with him, and they spent some time at a book store. Brian sent me an email message to me at work, asking if there were any books I wanted. I replied that I would love anything by Sir Roy Strong.
He sent me the following image for my approval, and it was waiting for me when I got home from work.
Technology can be very, very good. And very, very efficient.
What I’m Reading
Just finished: The Laskett by Sir Roy Strong, an account of the efforts that he and his wife took to create the first new large formal garden in England since 1945. And A Dog Year: Twelve Months, Four Dogs, and Me by Jon Katz, a loving tribute to the author’s two Labradors and the Welsh Border Collies that he adopted.
In the middle of: Cooking for Mr. Latte: A Food Lover’s Courtship, with Recipes by Amanda Hesser, a charming account of a food writer’s courtship of her future husband.
Listening to: Just finished The Grave Maurice by Martha Grimes. Now on Heart of the Sea by Nora Roberts. It’s fluff but I get to listen to Irish accents while driving to and from work. Very nice.
Graham’s current favorite: Together, we are reading The Littles by John Peterson, one of my childhood favorites. Independently, he is burning through the Magic Treehouse series by Mary Pope Osborne. At his school, students are in a month-long reading challenge. Kindergarteners are to read 240 minutes over the next four weeks. Graham has already racked up more than 300 minutes in the first week. That’s my boy!
There has also been some recognition for Graham at his school recently. He also got this award of merit this past week.
Remaining Garden Chores
Start reading through those garden catalogs that are piling up and make some decisions!
Clean out my gardening tote. It’s filled with old plant tags, clods of dirt and other detritus.
Pack the canna, four o’clock and sweet potato tubers in sawdust for the winter and store them someplace in the house that won’t be too hot or too cold.
Today’s Grahamism
“I know what you call people who can’t see and people who can’t hear. But what do you call people who can’t smell?”
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January 29, 2006
On to St. Petersburg
Continuing on our Russian journey in 1995, after four days in Moscow we traveled overnight by the famous Red Arrow to St. Petersburg.
We each had a personal berth on the very comfortable train. To protect us on our journey since there had reports of robberies on the train, our group had its own bodyguard, a young named Yevgeny (Eugene) who spoke good English. I’m not sure how much a slightly built 20-year old boy who slept in the hallway could offer but who knew what really was inside that battered briefcase he carried?
One of the retired seniors in our tour group recounted the time he had traveled the same route in the 1950's. At that time, the window shutters were locked during certain parts of the route to St. Petersburg so no one was allowed to look out.
After a restful trip, we arrived in St. Petersburg the next morning ready to begin exploring Russia's “window on Europe.” One of the first places we visited was the famed Peterhof palace on the Gulf of Finland. Founded in the very beginning of the eighteenth century by Emperor Peter the Great, not far from his new northern capital St Petersburg, Peterhof was intended to become the most splendid official royal summer residence. It has over 170 fountains, the most famous of which is the Great Cascade:
We arrived on a perfect autumn day with a cobalt blue sky and vivid autumn leaves on the trees. I highly recommend traveling in September! Our bus was met by a performing band, dressed in vintage military costumes, which played some American tunes for our entertainment, including “Blue Moon.”
Our tour of Peterhof included its numerous gilded statues of ancient gods and heroes, remarkable collections of sculpture, painting and works of the minor arts.
The palace interiors were spectacular as well, but the weather was just too nice to spend a great deal of time indoors...
especially when we discovered the outdoor gardens. We did a thorough study of the gardens and brought back ideas for our own, including building a pergola similar to this one.
On our way back from Peterhof, we stopped at several WWII memorials placed just a short distance away from the city of St. Petersburg. We learned these were memorials to show how far the German army had advanced in the war. Brian wrote down the story of one of the memorials:
The Germans reached the outskirts of what was then Leningrad but they weren't able to conquer it, beginning a siege that lasted for 900 days, from September 8, 1941 till January 27, 1944. The city (whose population then totaled nearly three million people) was completely cut off from the rest of the country, and it was Hitler’s intention to literally starve the city into submission.
Food and fuel stocks were very limited (1-2 months only). All the public transport stopped. By the winter of 1941-42 there was no heating, no water supply, almost no electricity and very little food. In January 1942, in the depths of an unusually cold winter, the lowest food rations in the city were only 125 grams (about 1/4 of a pound) of bread per day. In just two months, January and February, 1942, 200 thousand people died in Leningrad of cold and starvation. But some of the war industry still worked and the city did not surrender.
Harrison Salisbury, in his book 900 Days: The Siege of Leningrad, wrote:
This was the greatest and longest siege ever endured by a modern city, a time of trial, suffering and heroism that reached the peaks of tragedy and bravery almost beyond our power to comprehend...Hitler’s attempt to wipe Leningrad off the map resulted in an almost unequaled example of courage, strength and determination from the city’s populace.
In the midst of this misery, Dmitri Shostakovich was composing the Seventh "Leningrad" Symphony, a work of music that bore the stamp of genius, from a man who himself had suffered Stalin’s scorn.
When he finally finished the symphony, there were only 16 members still alive of the Leningrad Symphony Orchestra, which had previously numbered over 100. And the symphony was scored for a large orchestra. Signs were put up all over Leningrad, asking any musicians who were still alive and could play an instrument, and could get to the symphony hall to assemble. Word got around and musicians came from all over the city and from combat units, and assembled to rehearse this Seventh Symphony. For an entire week this ragged group of tired, sick, emancipated but incredibly dedicated musicians rehearsed the symphony.
On the day of the performance, the commander-in-chief of the city’s armed forces ordered his heavy artillery to knock out as many German guns as possible so that there would be no interruptions in the performance. As the bombardment subsided the first note of the symphony sounded. The performance was not only the most emotion-laden presentation of the work imaginable, but was surely one of the most electrifying concerts ever given. Whatever the technical shortcomings the performance might have had counted for nothing; the impact on the audience was truly extraordinary.
In January 1943 the Siege was broken and a year later, on January 27, 1944, it was fully lifted. At least 641 thousand people had died in Leningrad during the Siege (some estimates put this figure at 800 thousand). Leningrad still remains a symbol of Nazi brutality and aggression on the Eastern Front.
Stories of such bravery and oppression stay with you for a long time.
Back in St. Petersburg, we also visited the Church of Our Savior on the Spilled Blood. This marvelous Russian-style church was built on the spot where Emperor Alexander II was assassinated in March 1881. Alexander II was assassinated in 1881 by a group of revolutionaries who threw a bomb at his royal carriage. As you can see, it is magnificent.
I could write pages on the wonders held in the Hermitage. I could go on and on about the malcachite and lapis lazuli walls of the beautiful St Isaac's Cathedral (as seen here at dawn) from our hotel window, just across the street. But you can look Google these places on your own.
One palace that we fell in love with was Tsarskoe Seloe, also known the Catherine Palace. Catherine the Great transformed St. Petersburg into a truly European city of Imperial pretension. She patronized the arts, music and education and purchased the paintings that became the Hermitage collection. No other Russian monarch appreciated beauty as much as Catherine; she set the stage for the emergence of a national Russian culture that would emerge as something unique and wonderful in the 19th century.
The facade and interior of the Catherine Palace is very European, typical of what you’d expect to find in Vienna or at Versailles. The only Russian addition is the gilded domes.
Again, the weather on the day that we visited was exceptional. We strolled in the outdoor gardens and wandered the palace rooms, the highlight of which was the Grand Ballroom.
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January 27, 2006
More on Russia
Last week I had written about visiting the local Museum of Russian Art. It reminded me of when Brian and I visited Moscow and St. Petersburg in 1995.
The art we viewed at the Museum of Russian Art brought back memories of purchasing art from street artists, which was very good.
While walking the streets of Moscow, we had to pet every dog we saw since we missed our dogs back in Minnesota. For some reason, I was surprised that people even had pet dogs in Russia.
In the evenings our tour group was entertained by folk dancers, visits to the ballet or performances at the Moscow Circus.
The Moscow Circus with its live animal acts and tremendous talent, such as this little girl, was a highlight.
Another amazing experience was getting inside the walls of the Kremlin. Guards were stationed all around.
But inside the walls was a rich history of the Russian people, including their military history as well.
The day we spent inside the Kremlin walls was picture postcard perfect with a deep blue sky. The sun glistened off the onion shaped domes of the various buildings and churches.
On our last day in Moscow, our hotel waiter informed us that he had something "very special" to help us celebrate.
We wondered if we would receive some fabulous caviar or perhaps some vintage champagne. The waiter returned a short time later with a covered silver tray. With a proud look in his eye he removed the cover and we found ourselves looking at.....hot dogs. "Oscar Meyer for you," announced the waiter. "Very difficult to obtain."
How very kind he was.
Next, St. Petersburg.
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January 21, 2006
Без перевода
Weekend Outing: Recommendations for the Locals
This weekend, we threw all our compulsory chores aside and had some enjoyable family time. On Saturday, we started out by having breakfast at a new Minneapolis diner that Brian had read about in the STrib. Of course because of the great review this meant that we had to wait 30-minutes to be seated.
It was worth it. Hot Plate is a diner like the kind you imagined you visited as a kid, kitschy 70s decorations and all. The staff was harried but attentive, the food was wonderful and the prices very affordable. It felt like an NYC diner but with a Minnesota flare.
I had pumpkin-buckwheat waffles and Brian opted for the lower carb breakfast burrito. Graham had a banana-pecan muffin and silver dollar pancakes. The parents both ended up skipping lunch that day, to be sure! If you live in the metro area, you should definitely check this diner out.
I suppose you are wondering about the title of this entry. It is Russian for "good morning" and I’ve included it because after breakfast, we went to the Museum of Russian Art. We were all very impressed. Even Graham found many interesting things to search for in the paintings. And I was pleased because I’ve wanted to see this new museum for quite some time.
Stunning in its re-use design, this former church is now a museum that offers many styles of 20th Century Russian painting, including classical realism, Russian impressionism, socialist realism, the severe style and modernism, among others. The collection on view is impressive with works by such important Russian artists as Aleksandr Mikhailovich Gerasimov.
Gerasimov was one of leading Realist artists from 1925-1932. As the first president of the USSR Academy of Arts, he presided from 1947-57, until compelled to resign by Nikita Khrushchev. Gerasimov was awarded Stalin Prizes in 1941, 1943, 1945 and 1948. He is the artist most closely associated with the Party line in Soviet art of the Stalin period. In 1958 he received a Gold Medal at the World Exhibition in Brussels. His works hang in many Russian museums, and he exhibited in Paris, Tokyo, Cologne, Pittsburgh, Damascus, Moscow and at the World Exhibition in New York in 1947. Two of his paintings are on display, one of which is Trees In Bloom which is shown below:
The other is Still Life with Flowers from 1935. You'll have to visit the museum and see that one for yourself. If you are looking for different art experience in the Twin Cities, head to the Museum of Russian Art. You’ll be very pleasantly surprised.
My interest in Russian art started in 1995 when Brian and I traveled to Moscow and St. Petersburg for eight glorious days. I was working at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts at the time, and I helped lead a members’ tour of 65 senior citizens to see the “Hidden Treasures Revealed” exhibit at the Hermitage. Brian came along as an additional “sheep herder”.
Our group was filled with some truly great people who had incredible stories to tell, including many a tale of World War II heroics and life in America under the Cold War. Hearing the stories while walking Red Square one evening was something I’ll never forget.
Brian was influenced by Lenin’s van Dyke beard on the trip and decided to grow one for himself. Not that he was making a political statement! He just saw the beard on so many faces and in so many museums that he had to try it. He wore that style of beard for about eight years.
I’ll probably post a few more photos from that Russian trip during this week. We visited a ton of places and got behind the sealed doors of the Kremlin. A trip of a lifetime, indeed. And I hope to get back again some day.
Paint by Number for Adults
The décor at Hot Plate included many, many paint by number artworks, which made me think about the 2006 calendar I purchased.
I’ve always wanted to learn to paint with watercolors. I even took a class on how to do it. The most important thing I learned was that you need to know how to draw before you can paint. Oh, well…
This little daily calendar offers me the best of both worlds – individual watercolor paintings that have already been sketched in. I just have to paint them, sort of like paint by number for adults. Could it be any easier? Or more fun?
Next week – the gardening bug has returned. Stay tuned!
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December 18, 2005
A Tale of Two Christmas Trees
When we did our house remodel a few years ago, we gained a bank of windows in our great room that just begged for a big Christmas tree.
This nine-foot artificial tree is pre-lit and covered with family mementoes and keepsakes from our travels including an ornament from our honeymoon at Glacier National Park, a metal building from Brian’s visit to Brussels and a Russian birch heart.
There are also plant and garden-related ornaments, some purchased at a garden store outside of London during our last visit. Blown glass carrots, peaches, hummingbirds and cardinals mingle with tiny pitchforks and spades. It may be winter but the garden is never far from my mind! Click here for a videocast of my favorite Xmas ornaments.
This tree is beautiful but Christmas just wouldn’t be Christmas without the scents of a real tree. So each year we purchase a tree just for Graham’s ornaments. These range from 101 Dalmatians and Bob the Builder to Scooby Doo and the Flash, a chronicle of his childhood toy progression. This year’s cool ornaments are a Star Wars storm trooper and R2D2 & C3PO. Not to mention this cool rocket ship which screams "we have a boy":
His tree is the one we gather around on Christmas even to open presents, which makes it even more special.
Merry Christmas to you all!
Winter Wonderland
Our recent snowfalls have lent a holiday spirit to the gardens.
Christmas Cookies
It is a well-known fact in my household that while I can do many things, baking cookies is just not one of them.
I never seem to trust the amount of time that the directions tell me to leave the cookies in the oven, so my cookies are always well done. Okay, over done.
When I told Brian that I wanted to bake Christmas cookies with Graham this weekend, he just laughed.
I want Graham to have “typical” childhood memories of baking home made Christmas cookies. So I cheat a little. I buy a tube of pre-made sugar cookie dough, roll it out and call it home made. Graham doesn’t know the difference. He just likes to spread LOTS of flour onto the granite island and cut out his favorite shapes.
His cookie cutters of choice do not have Christmas motifs. He likes to use an old, old set with the images of cartoon characters such as Tom and Jerry, Droopy dog and a duck. They must be from when my brother and sister were kids.
We may or may not get around decorating the cookies. It doesn’t matter. The point is that we did a traditional Christmas activity together. And I’ve got pictures to prove it.
Afterwards, when Brian asked Graham how the cookies tasted, he said, “Crunchy.”
Some Christmas traditions never change.
Feeding my Inner Geek
Readers who love arcane information should look no further than the Dorling Kindersley Eyewitness Books series. With more than 130 titles on everything from “Africa” and “Amphibians” to “Weather” and “World War II,” these books provide a comprehensive, in-depth look at a single topic. The books are quality products, made with gorgeous photographs and high production values.
Graham and I both enjoy them. Between the two of us, we had a huge stack of them checked out from the library last week.
Sometimes a novel or autobiography just won’t fit my mood because I want to learn something new. The other night I finished “Watercolor” and on my bedside still await “Rocks and Minerals”, “Medieval Life” and “Crystal and Gem” for when that mood strikes again.
For younger readers, there’s a spin-off series called Eye Wonder – same great photos and production values – just a simpler focus.
And they’ve even made a few of the titles into videos and DVDs. As I type, Graham is watching “Oceans”. His other favorites are “Shark” and “Planet.” He’s even going to give “Shark” the book to his school buddy for Christmas.
Check them out at www.dk.com.
What I’m Reading
In the middle of: “What do You Do All Day?” by Amy Scheibe, a childhood friend. It’s a funny and frank story of a stay home mom in Manhattan. Run out and buy a copy now! (Okay, so that was a shameless plug!)
Also: “Chewing the Cud” by Dick King-Smith, the autobiography of the author of “Babe: The Gallant Pig”which was made into the classic film by the same name.
Listening to: “The Blue Last” by Martha Grimes. Only about 10 minutes left!
Graham’s current favorite: “Captain Underpants and the Wrath of the Wicked Wedgie Woman" by Dav Pilkey. I couldn’t have made that up myself if I had tried.
Remaining Garden Chores
Clean out my gardening tote. It’s filled with old plant tags, clods of dirt and other detritus.
Pack the canna, four o’clock and sweet potato tubers in sawdust for the winter and store them someplace in the house that won’t be too hot or too cold.
Today’s Grahamism
“What if the chickadee only said, ‘Dee-dee-dee-dee?’ Could it keep its old name?”
“I want an easy job when I grow up. I’m going to take pictures of dinosaurs in museums.”
“I don’t need to write a letter to Santa. The elves have already made want I want.” How do you know that? “Oh, Mom, it’s a long story.”
When Graham and I came home from running errands one evening, we discovered that Glynis had eaten the remaining 10 squares in Graham’s chocolate calendar. I told him that dogs that eat chocolate can get really sick and even die. He walked over to where Glynis was lying on the couch, gave her a pat and a kiss and said, “Good bye, Glynis.” And then walked away.
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December 10, 2005
Countdown to Christmas
In a household with a five-year-old, counting the days down to Christmas takes on the meaning of ritual.
When I was a kid, we used the Advent calendar that my Aunt Betty gave us. It was kind of like a flannel board - a green Christmas tree appliquéd onto a red background. Everyday from Dec. 1 to 25, we would pin a tiny ornament onto the tree with the big yellow star saved until Christmas day.
A few years ago, my sister Juanita made copies of this cherished holiday keepsake and gave them to my brother and me. Juanita updated it by putting little pieces of Velcro on the ornaments.
This year it hangs in Graham’s room, and when he wakes up in the morning, he begins his daily calendar countdown.
After the flannel calendar, he moves to the paper Advent calendar with a wildlife scene. Each day, he opens a little flap to reveal a tiny bird or woodland animal.
Then he goes to the traditional green and red paper chain that he made at the beginning of the month to tear off a link.
Finally, in the evening after dinner, he can eat the chocolate treat in the last calendar.
What a sweet way to count down to Christmas!
Xmas Trees
In addition to counting down to Christmas, we celebrate with two, count 'em two, Christmas trees. I'll talk more about the trees and special ornaments in my next blog entry.
The Seed Doesn't Fall Far From the Vine
During Graham's harvest party at school, he painted a jack o'lantern garden pot. A few weeks ago, he brought it home, planted with three pumpkin seeds. They have grown quickly, and he and Daddy measure them daily to chart their growth in an Excel spreadsheet.
Finished!
This weekend with the temperatures in the mid-30s, I finally finished my outdoor gardening chores. I put 55 bags of leaves down on clematis vines, hellebores and hybrid tea roses.
I had been waiting for the ground to freeze, which took some time considering our warm November. There had been a few inches of snowfall so I might have missed some hellebores. I guess that will just have to be an experiment – did they really need winter cover or not?
Then I loosely wrapped the two dwarf Alberta spruce in lengths of burlap. This will prevent severe winter burn from the reflection of the sun off the snow.
The garden looks a little goofy now, with the burlapped trees and black bags of leaves all over, but I know that the tender stuff is snugly tucked in for the winter.
What I’m Reading
In the middle of: “What do You Do All Day?” by Amy Scheibe, a childhood friend. It’s a funny and frank story of a stay home mom in Manhattan. Run out and buy a copy now! (Okay, so that was a shameless plug!)
Listening to: “The Blue Last” by Martha Grimes. It’s been a while since I’ve either read or listened to one of the Richard Jury detective novels. It’s good to be back.
Graham’s current favorite: “Henry Huggins” by Beverly Cleary. A classic tale of an All-American boy and his dog.
Remaining Garden Chores
Clean out my gardening tote. It’s filled with old plant tags, clods of dirt and other detritus.
Pack the canna, four o’clock and sweet potato tubers in sawdust for the winter and store them someplace in the house that won’t be too hot or too cold.
Today’s Grahamism
When told that his cousin Elise’s picture was in my college alumni magazine, Graham asked, “Why? Is she famous or something?”
“What do you call people who live in Antarctica? Snowmen! I made that joke up by myself.”
Daddy, “I was the fastest kid at dodgeball.” Graham, “But remember, Dad, that was when you were young!”
When Graham noticed that our Christmas stockings were hung along the stair railing, he said, "But that’s not how stockings look in the cartoons.”
On our dog history, “Sister Olivia was Sister Glynis’ mommy so Sister Glynis is Pont’s mommy. And he thinks I’m his daddy.”
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November 26, 2005
Too Much Information
To paraphrase the incomparable Sting and The Police, Ive got too much gardening information running through my brain.
Now that the outdoor gardening season is almost officially over, its time for the indoor one. For me, that means catching up on a backlog of gardening magazines, checking out books from the library and setting down my thoughts and ideas for the next year.
Im envious of gardeners who can gather all this information in a cohesive and efficient manner. I have friends with gardening databases who can produce print outs of all the plants put into a particular bed, where they were purchased and the success of each.
Other friends have gardening journals filled with little sketches and notes detailing changes to their gardens through the years.
Me? I have lovely journals that were given as gifts that only have one or two pages filled. I have stacks of magazines with little sticky notes attached, marking particularly interesting articles or suggestions for my own beds. Nearby are half-filled legal pads with lists of plants to try for 2001 and 2002, drawings of where to place the liatris that need to be divided, names of books to request from the library and on and on.
Last month as we drove to the Wisconsin Dells for our fall vacation, I started a new system for my BBC Gardeners World magazines. When I found an interesting article, I put a tape flag on top of the page and I wrote the page number of the article and a brief description onto a lined post it note which I put on the front inside page of the magazine. I then wrote down that same information on a legal pad which I will eventually type into the computer.
This way, when I pick up the magazine again, I can just look at the post it note to see what I found interesting in it. Well see if this Great Idea works any better than any of the other information gathering systems Ive come up with.
But how to combine all these notes, drawings and lists collected through the years? At this point, my only idea is to start some documents in the computer compiling similar data and then put the print outs in a three-ring binder.
Wait, did I mention my collection of three-ring binders? I have binders containing all my old Master Gardening resources, landscape plans of completed projects, receipts, plant tags organized by year and garden area and articles Ive clipped from newspapers and other sources.
Ive got too much information, running through my brain
Tomato-rific
Okay, not really.
Every year I try to ripen the last tomatoes of the season indoors. I read accounts of people who tear up the entire tomato plant and hang it upside down in the greenhouse or cold cellar. Or wrap each tomato individually in newspaper to enjoy a tasty homegrown tomato in their BLTs months after everyone else has been purchasing the red cardboard versions in the grocery store.
Maybe its my technique. I just picked the last tomatoes which seemed to have a chance of ripening and put them on a plate in a sunny part of the kitchen.
Some of the tomatoes ripened while others have acquired a white fuzzy beard of mold. Others seem to have stalled out and are doing nothing.
But just because the tomato looks red doesnt mean it tastes good. The one red cherry tomato I popped into my mouth today held but a shadow of the rich flavor that occurs in high summer when it feels like you are eating a little piece of the sun.
So Im going to toss the entire plate of tomatoes and cancel my experiment in spite of my limited success.
And start dreaming about next seasons tomatoes rich and juicy and warm from the sun
Snow
After our first real snowfall this week, its beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
At least Pont liked running in it. And the dogs do have winter coats they wear when walked outside. Whippets have little body fat so winter coats are essential in The Tundra. Here is Pont sporting his:
And Glynis with hers. Yes, she also sports booties as her feet do not take the snow well.
And least you think the dogs are wimps, they enjoy running on the frozen lake nearby. One can often see Glynis race the occasional snowmobile. You then see an astonished snowmobiler slow to take a look at what kind of animal can run alongside his sled at 40 mph. Usually looking like a snow shark as the photos below indicate:
Turkey Chili
What to do with all that left-over turkey? This year Im going to adapt my favorite chili recipe by substituting turkey for part of the meat. Give it a try!
Daves Chili (from the StarTribune, Nov. 8, 2001) my version
1 lb bulk hot Italian sausage
lb ground beef (or left over turkey)
lb ground pork (or left over turkey)
2 jalapenos one red, one green seeded and chopped
1-14 oz can dized tomatoes in juice, undrained
1-6 oz can tomato paste
1-3/4 cup water
1 TBS chili powder
1 tsp onion powder
tsp ground coriander
tsp ground white pepper
tsp cayenne pepper
1 -15oz can pinto beans, rinsed and drained
1-1/2 tsp salt
Garnishes such as tortilla chips, diced tomatoes, avocados, onion, cilantro and shredded cheese.
Cook meats in Dutch oven over medium-high heat until browned, about 10 minutes; drain fat. Stir in chiles and cook 3 minutes longer.
Stir in tomatoes and liquid, tomato paste, water and spices. Heat to boiling; reduce heat and simmer, covered 15 minutes. Stir in beans and season to taste with salt. Ladle into bowls and serve with garnishes.
What Im Reading
In the middle of: Sahara by Michael Palin, the former Monty Python member. Its a warm way to get through our recent snowfall.
Listening to: Blue Shoe by Anne LaMott
Grahams current favorite: Bears by Dagmar Fertl, Michelle Reddy & Erik D. Stoops
Remaining Garden Chores
Throw the cordyline in the compost bin.
Cut back the last roses and verbena bonarienses.
When the ground finally freezes, throw bags of leaves onto the tender stuff.
Wrap burlap around the dwarf Alberta Spruce and wisteria trees.
Pack the canna, four oclock and sweet potato tubers in sawdust for the winter and store them someplace in the house that wont be too hot or too cold.
Todays Grahamism
"How you make money is just look on the floor."
At the Thanksgiving table, Graham stated, "Mommy, your job is to serve the pie."
When told that Charlie Brown's Christmas special was 40 years old, just like Mommy, Graham asked, "What is this? The ancient movie of God?"
Click to see Graham in action at a indoor playground.
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November 06, 2005
Keeping a Clean Garden
During the past few weeks, one of my volunteers and I have been emailing back and forth about my gardens he asking if I had all my bulbs in or had cut back my perennials yet and me providing a litany of excuses for why not: we went out of town over MEA weekend, then we were preparing for a Halloween party the weekend after, I got sick, and with daylight savings time, its pitch black by the time I get home from work.and on and on.
I admit that part of my delay tactics has been simple laziness. The weather has been unseasonably gorgeous, and the gardens still look lovely. Why should I mess with success?
And its true the gardens are truly lovely this time of year. The green leaves have changed to a riot of colors.
Some colors have been unexpected, like the hot colors of this creeping sedum.
The bergenia are also providing a vivid edging display.
Even the green maidenhair fern has shown her fall colors.
But the cooler tones mixed with burgundy also look great in fall, especially with a mix of textures.
Finally, the volunteer wrote, Why dont you just forget about cutting everything back and leave it over the winter?
Ahh, there lies the rub. The eternal question of Should I cut everything back in the fall or just leave it until spring?
There are many reasons supporting either pla