Have you ever tried arugula? I highly encourage partaking in this green, grown organically, of course. It has a peppery flavor and is used as an herb, vegetable, or salad green. Arugula is an excellent source of vitamin A, vitamin C, folic acid, manganese, calcium, and magnesium; a very good source of riboflavin, potassium, copper, and iron; and a good source of zinc. It is an awesome herb, vegetable, and salad green. I planted a flat of seeds, and love the fragance it permeated throughout the greenhouse as it grew this month of March. This leafy green eluded to a fresh salad sometime soon. Well, today I had my first arugula salad for this spring season. Sliced a boiled egg, sprinkled some shredded cheddar, and lightly tossed with a simple buttermilk dressing. Yummy!!! And baby arugula is mighty tasty on a pizza or in pasta. Plans are made already for this weekend’s menu in this culinaire’s kitchen.
Oscar Wilde once said, “It is through art, and through art only, that we can realize our perfection.” Art forms are many, and more is the artist in each of us. The contrast of a black and white landscape captured through the camera, the colored palette made from a weaver’s loom, the Gothic design of an architect’s arched door, a foodie’s crisp salad greens garnished with red nasturtium, artisan apricot beer accompanied with the baker’s cracked wheat bread, the wind sounds slowly dancing from a flute, the flow of a poet’s words; these all are the artist’s perfection. I find journaling and blogging the avenue to keep my artistic mind going. Time is an element for most of us, but I encourage all to take time to at least journal your thoughts. You never know what inspiration will come to you … Relic stepping stones for the garden are my next artist’s project. I cannot wait to mix up some concrete and artistically arrange my “finds” into a one-of-a-kind design.
Below is the gothic doorway of the Carmo Church in Lisbon, Portugal. I found the photo on the internet. It emphasizes the gothic arch. Accompanying it is a photo of my home parish All Saints Church in St. Peters, Missouri, a gothic style church. The parish was founded in 1823.
This spring morning was crisp, you know a hot cup of coffee, mocha, or tea morning! We had not had one of those mornings for a few days as we have been experiencing early summer weather instead of early spring weather. Not that I am complaining! Someone on FB captured an unusal shape in their cup of mocha this morning. “Mocha Love ” I call it … Gratitude and love filled my first thoughts this morning. I am so thankful for a loving husband and family. I spent last evening with my elderly grandfather. He lay on the hospital bed after having his middle right toe removed that morning due to a chronic infection as well as a stint put in his leg to aid with circulation. Yet he talked and laughed hour after hour of childhood memories, my father’s and uncle’s childhood stories, and the present day events. I have missed out on so much, busy about my own life, parenthood, grandparenthood, working, and now the greenhouse adventures. Yet I left late in the evening from the hospital with such a warm heart … “Mocha love”, I call it. It carried to my morning and throughout this day.
Spring is officially here! Though the signs of spring have been around for a few days now! (Take a look at my previous post!) Gorgeous blooms, whipping winds, green grass, and gardens popping with new growth. Farm friends of Dean & I’s are growing hops in their garden. They started their local organic beer crop last year, and it has returned. What may seem unusual to some is this grain comes from a vine that grows very tall. These recycled utility poles will hold twine which the hops vine grows on. Best of everything to the LaBeaume Chateau!
The photo says it all! Deanna Greens and Garden Art is very excited to be at the Lake Saint Louis Farmers’ Market every Saturday morning starting April 14! And if you like to get out to a local winery, you will find us at the Chandler Hill Vineyards in Defiance on most Sunday afternoons selling our beautiful perennials, houseplants, herbs, and starter vegetable plants.
I watch the weather like a farmer. I grew up with this ritual, and continue. Spring seems to bring the storm fronts, but its started early this year. Above normal warm one day, and then comes that front bringing clouds and rain followed by cooler air. This cycle continues. St. Louis’ record high for today is 84 degrees set in 1990, and record low is 1 degree in 1948. The norms are 54 and 35, yet today we are currently at a sunny, clear sky 71 degrees. It is gorgeous! I took a stroll around the block during my lunch break. The crab apple and bradford pear blossoms are busting out today! A walk to the indoor pool after work will be refreshing, though still too cool for an outdoor pool! The next front is due in on Wednesday. This contrasting weather creates a beautiful palette for us to behold. Clouds, storms, rains, sunshine, and rainbows … Is not this a picture of life?
The brain can distort your thoughts if you have an acute infection, fever, tumor, Alzheimer’s, lacking certain vitamins and minerals, or severely dehydrated. Non-prescription and prescription drugs and anesthesia can distort things in the brain as well. I have a colorful picture of the brain I found on Photobucket, a bit of art if you will in hopes for brighter days to come. Yet life is not too colorful these days, a gray palette. My father has a brain tumor, and underwent surgery this past Friday. His thoughts are distorted right now. Words come out wrong or no words at all. Previously, we know his distortion has been caused by the tumor, but now we are not sure if it is post-surgerical swelling that is causing the distortions, or other things now. Prayers are requested for my father’s full recovery, and strength for my mother and family.
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
– Charles Dickens
March has such turbulent weather conditions, storms, tornados, and floods. Yet there is a knowing of what is to come after the ruckus. Baby birds chirping, wild violets showing purple, green grass glowing after the rains, and a rainbow’s promise of that pot of gold. For me the pot of gold is garden growth, showy dogwood blooms, the birth of a new thought, the memories of my child laughing in a swing, capturing a walk in the middle of my day … “No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” – Hal Borland . March into spring …