" Right now, more than anything, my garden gives me hope,
gives me purpose and provides a sense of connection
to something bigger than myself. "
HOLLIE NIBLETT, Kansas City
Here is the follow-up to Friday's post regarding our nomination in the Strathcona in Bloom Front Yard Recognition Program for 2020. I am excited to let you know that, although we did not place in the Top Five, our front garden received an Honourable Mention, and for that we are over the moon delighted. In the letter we received, the chairperson/front yard coordinator wrote:
"Your yard is outstanding and has caught the eye of our community judges and social media supporters. They have determined the outcome and I can testify the vote was very close. Strathcona in Bloom has experienced an unprecedented season this year, with over 600 nominations of beautiful front yards . . . . Please accept this gift card from Home Hardware and our sincere thanks for helping making our community a beautiful place to live."
I would guess that the increased number of nominations is due to Covid-19. Lots of people in isolation during the stay-at-home orders used the opportunity to focus on their homes and gardens. I can't think of a better way to spend this time, for in the words of Audrey Hepburn, "To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow." And we all need that hope for better days ahead.
I want to share a comment someone named Wally left on social media about our front garden: "A sweet English garden with lots of care and hard work. Makes a blissful piece of heaven." To receive such a lovely compliment makes all the work worth it for me.
On that note, I'm off to fertilize my flowers and tell them well done. By the way, I am remiss if I do not acknowledge that my Rick is the true gardener around here. I potter, but he does all the hard work of our yard—for that dear man I am most grateful. He makes my life beautiful.
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Wishing you a pleasant day.
I forgot something I wanted to tell you. A happy garden moment. The other day I was plucking off a handful of spent Hansa roses. Fingers wrapped around a shriveling rose, I felt this buzzing against my fingertips. Oh my, a bumblebee was still busy inside the fading bloom. I left him to it, plenty of time to trim off later.