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.
Unusual To Some
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!
A Sign That Spring Is Here
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.
Contrasting Weather
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?
Thoughts
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.
March Into Spring
“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 …
Missouri Wines
Missouri wines are a local treat, we are just minutes away from the closest winery. Pictured are bottles of local wines served at Dean & I’s Hermann, Missouri wedding dinner. Indulge before, during, and after …
The end of May Deanna Greens and Garden Art will be housed just down the road from the elegant Chandler Hill Vineyards in Defiance. We will be a vendor at their Sunday afternoon Farmers’ Market this growing season. Come indulge!
Down The Row
Working down the field row of freshly planted garlic bulbs, I cover each bulb with the organic soil using a hoe at the historic Mueller Farm in Ferguson, Missouri. Those bulbs will sprout greens very soon, as we have had a mild winter. Garlic greens add so much flavor to stir frys, salads, and mashed potatoes.
Gazing down a greenhouse row of beautiful houseplants and perennials, asking myself, “what did we get ourselves into”? So many plants to care for in this 1300 square foot greenhouse. Memorial Day weekend Deanna Greens and Garden Art will move this greenhouse to Boone Hollow Farm in Defiance, Missouri. We will have a moving sale on houseplants not sold before the big move. We will convert to total organics, and grow more edibles, lots of vegetables and herbs.
Pen & Paper
The written word seems foreign now. Particularily I am talking about the old-fashion long-hand letter writing and journaling. You know … what we did before Word docs, Word Press, LinkedIn, Facebook, and Twitter. Some of our famous poems and quotes were birthed in these letters and journals. Authors such as Thoreau, Twain, and Whitman are American classics. “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart,” writes William Wordsworth. So I regret I have put aside my pen and paper. A letter or two to my estranged aunt, uncle, and cousin while wrongful imprisoned would be good for them as well as me. And I regret that I do not journal each day as I once did. In was my sanity through the most difficult days in my 1st marriage. Garden journaling would be so therapeutic, like gardening is.
I have found a writer’s colony in the Ozarks. My new husband and I will visit there this weekend. We have in mind to write a historical novel based on real characters we have known in our lives. These characters are full of whit, adventure, and stature. We are in the autumn years of our lives. And we have much to say as the winter years come quicker than we like to think …










