Showing posts with label seeds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seeds. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2026

“February’s Forecast”



No more hard freezes for us this month! As yesterday’s temperature reached the upper sixties mark, I headed outside to pull back the frost covers to assess the damage from last week’s bitter cold. My fear that I’d spend the next few weeks tossing dead plants into a makeshift compost pile reigned in quickly. My limp Aloe Vera still hid firm, green leaves in a few spots while some of the smaller pots survived intact. My spider plants, drooping and defeated, always come back by early spring. The oldest bushes out back, Asparagus Ferns, hold a gilded top layer. They’ll bounce back soon. The newly planted Foxtail Ferns survived without a blemish. Out front, an unexpected surprise of a couple of blossoms poured hope into my spirit. 

February’s forecast means new goals for my gardens this spring. Top on the list? Bag after bag of top soil distributed throughout both yards. With my 2025 Wildflower Reference Guide and Seed Catalog from WildSeed Farms, I’ll plot out new choices for me and my gardens. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even get some Japanese morning glory to grace the fairy weathervane this year!





Copyright 2026 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman


Love this quirky instrumental by JCMG MUSIC! I know I'm definitely turning a page for my gardens!




  

   

Wednesday, May 29, 2024

“Sunflowers”

 

 

Travel with me over the last few years and watch my sunflowers grow.




 

































Copyright 2024 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

 


Sunday, April 19, 2015

"A Field of Flowers"




The seed   
planted deep into the warm womb   
protected by shell and earth     
softens under ground   
as skies weep and weep   
it feeds upon itself   
drawing upon stored energy   
until a fragile spout forms   
roots, like fairy hair, seek purchase   
security   
they hold tightly to the nurturing mother   
confident of her care   
the shoot breaks into sunshine   
unfolds tender leaves   
trusting in the gentleness of spring   
when killing frosts   
die   
sheltered from whips of wind   
buds bloom  
into the glorious promise of life   
sprinkled with morning dew   
blossoming with hope   
for a field of flowers   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman