For a die-hard gardener, travel can bring with it unexpected adventures into the world of all things ‘plant’.  On our way East to Michigan this summer, we wandered through a flannel-thick fog in Wyoming into a magic kingdom of wildflowers in extravagant bloom. The landscape itself was desolate under that gray shroud. Not a car, farm or ranch house was in sight anywhere, mile after mile. And then suddenly the roadsides became first sprinkled, then blanketed with blossoms I had never seen before, anywhere.

Thank goodness for WiFi. It was spotty, but just enough to turn my smart-phone into a makeshift wildflower guide. Thank goodness also that online sites permit searching by color. The names, in some cases, seemed as exotic as the flowers themselves.  I cannot even imagine what the early pioneers in their covered wagons felt as they made their way over these delicate carpets of blue and yellow and white.  Droplets glistened on the petals like precious gem stones scattered by some unseen hand across the landscape.

If proof ever was needed that beauty is where we find it, our backroads trek through Wyoming gave it to us in abundance. Unforgettable.

Blue Prairie Flax

Evening Primrose

Wild Jungle Dragon Iris

Narrowleaf Stoneseed

Sego Lily

For a die-hard gardener, travel can bring with it unexpected adventures into the world of all things ‘plant’.  On our way East to Michigan this summer, we wandered through a flannel-thick fog in Wyoming into a magic kingdom of wildflowers in extravagant bloom. The landscape itself was desolate under that gray shroud. Not a car, farm or ranch house was in sight anywhere, mile after mile. And then suddenly the roadsides became first sprinkled, then blanketed with blossoms I had never seen before, anywhere.

Thank goodness for WiFi. It was spotty, but just enough to turn my smart-phone into a makeshift wildflower guide. Thank goodness also that online sites permit searching by color. The names, in some cases, seemed as exotic as the flowers themselves.  I cannot even imagine what the early pioneers in their covered wagons felt as they made their way over these delicate carpets of blue and yellow and white.  Droplets glistened on the petals like precious gem stones scattered by some unseen hand across the landscape.

If proof ever was needed that beauty is where we find it, our backroads trek through Wyoming gave it to us in abundance

Blue Prairie Flax

Evening Primrose

Wild Jungle Dragon Iris

Narrow leaf Stoneseed

Sego Lily

For a die-hard gardener, travel can bring with it unexpected adventures into the world of all things ‘plant’.  On our way East to Michigan this summer, we wandered through a flannel-thick fog in Wyoming into a magic kingdom of wildflowers in extravagant bloom. The landscape itself was desolate under that gray shroud. Not a car, farm or ranch house was in sight anywhere, mile after mile. And then suddenly the roadsides became first sprinkled, then blanketed with blossoms I had never seen before, anywhere.

Thank goodness for WiFi. It was spotty, but just enough to turn my smart-phone into a makeshift wildflower guide. Thank goodness also that online sites permit searching by color. The names, in some cases, seemed as exotic as the flowers themselves.  I cannot even imagine what the early pioneers in their covered wagons felt as they made their way over these delicate carpets of blue and yellow and white.  Droplets glistened on the petals like precious gem stones scattered by some unseen hand across the landscape.

If proof ever was needed that beauty is where we find it, our backroads trek through Wyoming gave it to us in abundance. 

Blue Prairie Flax

Evening Primrose

Wild Jungle Dragon Iris

Narrowleaf Stoneseed

Segolily

I'm b-a-a-a-ck. After a two-year hiatus in which my husband and I joint-authored "Bay View: Images of America" for Arcadia Publishers and I slogged away toward completion of my third in the Life in the Garden series of novels, "From the Tender Stem", I am feeling the bizarre urge to blog again.

Life in the interim acquired the urgency of a gardener transplanting astilbe. We sold our home of 20 years in NY and moved to Tempe, AZ. We put our Bay View cottage on the market and moved to a restored house overlooking the Bear River nature preserve in downtown Petoskey. We helped a daughter move and then my 97-year-old mother.  Dig in and cut back the distractions. Water and fertilize. Then wait for life to stabilize again.

The plus in all that was finishing the Images of America book on time.  "From the Tender Stem" should be available by year-end.  Less dramatic but very exciting, our new Petoskey location actually has enough sun to perennial garden again.  New beginnings are never easy. While waiting for approval on the landscape design, I have begun wildly digging-in donated plants from any and all sources.  An unusually cold summer has left plant sellers clearing out stock at bargain basement prices and dumping "distressed plants" left and right. 

All that means another "move" next summer, this time for the new plant companions biding their time in the flower bed next to the house.  And on we grow.