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Tuesday View 7.25.17 – Cully

Jul25

Returning to the Memorial Garden, singing farewell songs and remembering Cully.  He educated thousands of of people about our God-given right to cannabis and the benefits of the hemp plant.  When folks were divided about this or that in the Maine cannabis community, Cully kept going, doing the work that needed to be done. Teaching.  

With the powerful wail of the bagpipes setting his earth spirt free, I recommitted mySelf in his honor and memory to never back down from doing my part to speak truth to power.  There are so many acts of “resistance of the heart against business as usual” to be done.  I think that when we do what we can individually, the collective impact creates the world we want to live in.


We just don’t get to know how anything will turn out.  What we get to do is the work to make it possible. So we go in faith, hope and love.  But we must surely keep going. Keep the faith. Walk in beauty. Seek joy. Turn on your love light and let it shine. 


In the beginning, I did not know what this plant would bring to the Memorial Garden.  I still don’t know anything but the magnificent fragrance and bouncy cheerful color I can see from my kitchen window. And I remember Cully’s mischievous grin. His vibrant twinkle. The sticky sweet green bud he shared so freely and with such pleasure. 


The work of liberation and resistance doesn’t end. Harry say that rights are not given, they are won and taken.  The garden needs weeding, so the fullness of color has space to emerge.  Weeds of indecision, past regrets, discouragement, fear, weariness–rip them out and make way for an explosion of color revolution.


Cully was one of the political forces that created The Hill. To the cause of cannabis liberation, he did indeed commit his life, his fortune and his sacred honor.  In honoring his work, we can do no less. 

Tuesday View 6.20.16

Jun20

I must say that participating in Cathy’s Words and Herbs Tuesday View blog was the motivation for getting the Memorial Garden ready on Tuesday of fest week.  

The Hill is buzzing with pollinators in the flowers and artists in full creative frenzy this week. Roland has been creating amazing field sculptures. 

The work on preparing the fields is nonstop. Mowing with every cutting implement we have available and can get running is the order of the week, followed by raking and moving the cuttings.  

My Memorial Garden mulch comes from our own tree limbs getting chipped up in a shredder. I think it looks super!

The memorial stone to Tex is placed between his yellow rose bush and the cannabis.  Fitting.

“You can stay as long as you like….“

Tuesday View 6.13.2017

Jun13

The Memorial Garden is ready to add annual, decorations and mulch. There is an unexpected patch of sunflowers coming up.  I made flower bouquets for my daughter’s wedding in 2013. There have been self seeded sunflowers all through the garden ever since.

Beulah’s giant yellow flowers are spurting up up up. They will take over this whole area if I don’t vigilantly keep them in place. Beulah is gone now and I miss her often.  She was 35 years older than me and we talked deeply together.  The little church where we worshipped and prayed with each other is closed now, but her voice and wisdom comes to me often. I sing In The Garden to her. 

Lilac time is over until next year. Now it’s time to prune them back.  I will greet you again next year, my sweet friends.

The flowering quince has leaves but did not flower. I am hoping next year it will be more established.  It was brought to the hill by blues man extraordinaire, Patrick and his magic daughter Erin.  

Zula is keeping an eye on the activity. She thinks the petunias and Sweet William area will look fabulous in a few weeks.  I agree, Zula doggy!

The Tuesday View is hosted by Cathy on her Words and Herbs blog.  I look forward to watching gardens from all over the world as the grow through the season.  I feel part of a garden community and it brings great joy to me.  Thanks to my garden comrades!

Tuesday View 5.16.17

May17

Not a lot but of new action this week.  We had days and days of rainy cold weather. I planted petunias and transplanted some sweet William and they made it through the chilly damp just fine. 

The petunias should cascade down the bank. I still need to haul the roots up to the top of the hill.  I’d like to put them along the boarder line up there.

Tex’s yellow rose has strong growth shoots this week.

The lupine is very happy and did grow some this week.

You wouldn’t guess to look at it, but this little shoot will get 7-12 feet high and produce copious amounts of yellow sunflower-like bloom. I’ve been digging them out hard but I know they will come up all over.

Cathy at Garden Dream at Chatillon suggested this might be helenium. It is certainly healthy! 

The lilac buds are a little bigger too!  Have to look close but there is a little bit of change this week

That’s it for the Tuesday View this week.  Thank you Cathy at Words and Herbs blog for hosting this project.  I’m looking forward to going looking at the other garden views!

Tuesday View 5.9.17

May10

It’s been a cold rainy week in The Hill. The fields and trees are taking a cool deep drink of water. It was a chilly 40 degrees F this morning, but blue sky and sunlight called me down to the Memorial Garden for my Tuesday View.

There is not a lot of dramatic change this week. I worked on landscaping, shaping and extracting rhizomial grasses.  The garden is heart shaped with two smaller interior hearts. It’s a whole lotta love…


Let’s “dig, dig, dig a little deeper” and see what is new this week. If you look close the heart shape becomes apparent. Tex’s rose and my unknown vibrant green clump look great!  I’ve used coco coir as an amendment.  


There are three lilac bushes. I cut this whole one back severely to bring out the strong new branches. 


This lilac bush was pruned more moderately.  I left most of the bottom growth alone. 


I’ve left this bush alone to see what it will do. It’s really scraggly but majestic in its own way though.


The lupine is vibrant and looks very happy.  I planted Majestic Giant pansies around it. 

Digging around through the sod filled areas I found this perennial plant.  I’m not sure what it is, I suspect echinacea.  Time will tell. 


Any ideas about this plant? It will be easier to identify once it sets flowers.  Curiouser and curiouser…


The real work of the week in the Memorial Garden.  Hours of digging, sifting and teasing out these roots.  If I don’t do the work now, it will be near impossible as the soil settles in.  I know I didn’t get them all, but I did slow them down some.


My roots go down, down to the Earth.

The Tuesday View is a weekly snapshot of the same place in the garden.  Garden bloggers from all over share their “meme” at the Words and Herbs blog. It’s a place for “all who appreciate the beauty of words, flowers and homecooking.” 

Tuesday View 5.2.17

May2

I’ve selected the Memorial Garden to be my Tuesday View to share with folks on Cathy’s Words and Herbs garden blog.  

And away we go with the bare earth beginning. The outside border is heart shaped to surround those who are gone with love. The Memorial Garden is dedicated to the memory of those who rallied, danced, gathered and labored on The Hill. 


The weekly view.  Lots to do this spring.  Pacing the labor is key. Pulling, digging, tugging recalcitrant rhizomial grasses. Digging and dividing spring roots can seem unending. 

Let’s meet the plants. First, the lupines in memory of our hopeful dreamers.


Spring growth on our yellow rose for Tex. He taught that we need to defend our rights as free people. 


 I don’t know what this plant is yet.  But it is strong and healthy.  It was planted by Miss Sally and Friends of The Hill. 

I added this flowering quince brought to us by Erin and Patrick.


The lilac bushes from the top of The Hill. Pat Daigle transplanted them last year with his super large digging machine. He is an artist and moved them with care and expertise.  Baby lilac buds are setting.


A giant unpruned lilac bush from the hilltop.


I call the flowers that come from these roots Beulah’s giant yellow flowers.  They are in memory of Kenos Henry.  I pulled out a wheelbarrow full of roots that had spread.  The wild tall flowers will still be a strong feature of the Memorial Garden.  

I remember you.