Spring and Hope Greet the Garden

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
~ A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

Tulip_DSC_1710

Spring has greeted the garden.

Garden_DSC_1704
Bird_DSC_1622
Garden_DSC_1706

The rains last week produced blossoms on the apple tree, and set the Wisteria, Iris and Tulips to blooming.

Apple-Blossom_DSC_1716
Wisteria_DSC_9044Iris_DSC_9041
Tulips_DSC_1664

Maria has been working on a new stone base and platform for the St. Francis statue that graces the garden. A mysterious message: “finish me” – appeared to urge her on.

Finish_DSC_1739

Between stones and mortar, she planted sunflower seeds in the Iris and annuals bed.

Iris-Bed_DSC_9040
Annuals_DSC_0340

Rows of sunflowers will hopefully frame a colorful center of annuals and grace us long after the Iris have faded away. I focused on replacing the Little John plants that we lost to frost last winter in the entry beds. Ina strictly forbade me to go to the nursery in springtime. She must have known that would only encourage me. A mix of drought tolerant Lavender, Ceanothus, and Artemesia will provide near year-round interest – and their performance is proven through two seasons in the garden.

Entry-Bed_DSC_1695

“Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.” ~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Garden_DSC_1707

The ten dogs that arrived nearly two weeks ago are gradually coming out of their shells.

Joshua_DSC_1692

Tails are less tucked and smiles quietly cross their faces.

Reservoir-Dogs_DSC_0333

They are gaining weight and regaining their strength.

Abagail_DSC_1724

We call them “The Reservoir Dogs” and you can read their rescue story by following this link.

Dakota is one of our latest arrivals.

Dakota_DSC_9141

He needed emergency surgery to remove one of his eyes – a choke-related injury. We are hopeful that the other eye has been saved; it appears better each day.

Dakota_DSC_9094

You’ll notice an unusual twist to his paw as well. While he does not let it slow him down, he will be having surgery soon to repair and restore his beautiful gait.

Dakota_DSC_9064

These dogs have endured some long hard days – like the garden has weathered winter. But it is spring again – and hope is everywhere.

Lilac_DSC_1670

From Darkness to Light

“Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined.” ~ F.T. McKinstry

Garden_3_14_DSC_0316

Our Homeward Bound Memorial Garden was gifted with light, bright sunshine on Saturday…

Garden_Dog_3_14

And dark, grey skies on Sunday.

Garden_3_14_DSC_0309

A blessing that means much-needed rain again tonight. Last week’s storms produced a profusion of blooms…

Tulips_3_14

Daffodils_3_14

Spring-Color_3_14

and delivered a huge undertaking for our rescue – one that we gladly take on. Two van loads; ten dogs; twelve hundred miles to bring them to safety. I’ll be able to share their full story with you soon (as soon as I finish writing it!) Gorgeous all…and all in need of significant care –

Jordan_3_14_DSC_0934

for untreated medical issues –

Buddy_3_14_DSC_1214

and human socialization.

Michael_3_14_DSC_1056

Joseph_DSC_1165

From darkness to light. Like the spring unfolding around them –

Iceland-Poppies_3_14

Lavendar_3_14

Garden_3_14_DSC_0315

the best is yet to be.

Jordan_3_14_DSC_1142

Through the Lens

Iceland-Poppy2_DSC9116

“It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional.” ~ Robert Brault

Iris2_DSC8952

I have enjoyed taking amateur pictures of our garden – watching it progress through the seasons and develop over time. But lately, the amateur quality of the photos has been a sense of growing frustration and disappointment instead of joy. So, with appreciation to our Presidents for the three-day weekend, I rented a camera that takes a couple of leaps from my current gear.

Brilliant-Gree_DSC9294
When I started studying painting many moons ago, my student tools were inexpensive gessoed muslin canvas, cheap brushes and acrylic paints. I will never forget the first time I put fine sable brushes and a light oil wash to a linen canvas primed with rabbit skin glue (sorry bunny). The paint had a completely different feel, a brilliance and transparency. It did as I commanded – effortlessly gliding into place. That has been my experience behind the lens this weekend. Not just photographing our budding spring…

White-Iris_DSC9289

Blossoms_DSC9305

Bee_DSC9295

or happy birds…

M.Doves_2_14jpg

M.Dove2_2_14

but the beauty of the dogs –

BoBo_DSC9085

Abagail_DSC9089

Y.Volunteer_2_14

and the delight in the faces of our volunteers and families.

Y-Volunteers_Cassidy_Erin_Victoria

Chester-Going-Home_2_15_14

“If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn’t need to lug around a camera” ~ Lewis Hine

Tuesday, I return the camera and turn back into a pumpkin. But something tells me there is a purchase in my future. So when words are inadequate, I can (happily) share our joy in photographs with you.

Susan-Puppy_DSC9242

Rain Glorious Rain

Maple2_Rain_DSC_0653

Rain. Glorious Rain.

Garden3_Rain_2-8_14

A Pacific storm – an atmospheric “river” we refer to as the “pineapple express” – dumped a more than generous amount of rain in Northern California setting a record in Sacramento for most rainfall in a 24 hour period. It helped our nearby Folsom lake to rise nearly 3 feet in a single weekend, and the Sierras above us were topped with more than four feet of snow. While we are all soggy and practically swimming in it – we are rejoicing.

Homeward Bound might well be renamed “On Golden Pond.” Our banks have overflown…

Pond_rain_2_14

And our parched Memorial Garden is a bit under water.

Garden4_Rain_2_14

But what a glorious sight it is.

Garden2-Rain-2_8_14

Iris-Rain-2_8_14

Cottage_Rain_2_14

All the dogs got out despite the weather…

Crash_2_8_14

and Rocky, Lisa, Zoe and Eleanor managed to get adopted by devoted families that made their way to us despite the downpour.

Rocky_2_8_14

Lisa-2_8_14

Eleanor

The trees are practically bursting with joy.

Flowering-Plum-2_14

“Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.” ~ John Updike

These Pacific storms – which have been absent all winter – typically deliver about a third of our annual rainfall. While this one only puts a dent in our deficit, it is a welcome gift and a hopeful sign of good things to come.

Daffodils-2_8_14

Rose_Rain_DSC_0657

So many have shared a prayer and a rain dance for our golden state. Thank you.

Iceland-Poppy-2_14_DSC_0104

Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.”

Where Hope Grows

River-2_1_14

I took a trip to the river on Saturday. We sit at the confluence of the Sacramento and American Rivers.

River-Tracks2-2_1_14

At this time of year, the banks are usually under water. Now, there is just dried grass and thistle.

Dry-Riverside-2_1_14

One of my blogging friends said that nature has a way of protecting her garden. This week, she did. We had two days of actual water falling from the sky. When hope gives way, you rely on faith. When faith is not enough, even those with questions turn to prayer. However briefly, they were answered this week.

Narcissus-Rain-2_1_14

You could almost feel the budding trees and early spring risers saying “thank you.”

Iceland-Poppy_2_1_14

Crocus-2_2_14

The groundhog saw his shadow and declared six more weeks of winter. We felt its shiver today, and will gladly welcome it if it brings some more wet weather. We may yet see some rain ahead, but not enough, unfortunately, for our ranchers and growers who have been told there will be no release of water this year. We forget that California was once desert.

Our garden is planted with many drought tolerant perennials. Their hardiness will be well-tested. In a supreme act of faith, Ina pruned the plums today.

Plum-Pruning-2_14

Filled with fruiting buds – we all said another little prayer.

On the subject of prayer, could you say a little one for Ballou? This shy, scared boy has returned to us because his human mom passed away. It has been several weeks, and I have yet to see him smile. He needs a special someone who understands his worried heart and just wants to hold him close.

Balou_2_2_14

And raise a cheer for Ginger. Smiles all around for this gorgeous girl and her new forever home.

Ginger3_DSC_0376_2_14

“Where hope grows, miracles blossom.” ~ Elna Rae

That Special Feeling

Given time and the opportunity, a garden will tell you what it needs. It’s part experience and part observation. You learn not to rush to conclusions – even when all hope appears to be lost. Given a chance, most plants will make a comeback from even the harshest mistreatment.

Garden-1_14
Garden-3_6_13

Look for the signs, and they will tell you what they need to thrive. Wait long enough for a space to speak to you, and it will blossom right before your eyes. So it is with rescue.

Jody, our rescue’s co-founder and leader, dreams of being a garden whisperer. If she had more time to devote to it, she could get there. At present, her insight into plants is more hope than reality. When it comes to the hearts of dogs and people, however, she is rarely wrong. With years of experience, she has made countless matches by watching, waiting and listening. So when Selim began volunteering at Homeward Bound and was in the thick of that “I want every dog” phase – she kept telling him, “No, no. Not yet.”

In March 2013, Homeward Bound received a call from a valley shelter about a dog they had picked up that was in horrible shape. I don’t have to tell you the fate of most injured animals in shelters if not for rescue organizations. Thankfully, great partnerships exist to save lives. Jody left immediately to retrieve him.

This gentle creature had been attacked by dogs and torn to bits. Bite wounds covered his body; he was emaciated.

Gatsby5
Gatsby3

We’ll never know the true circumstances behind the assault. He had either crawled away or had been dumped to die. His wounds were covered in debris, and his ear was literally hanging by a thread. Our Dr. Codde took him directly to surgery. She sewed his ear back on, treated his injuries and cleaned his wounds. Jody brought him home and took him under her wing to heal. She named him Gatsby.

A few days into his recovery, one of our long-time volunteers, Tatia, took him out to the park to sit quietly and rest. After all he had been through he had every reason to be fearful. Yet he climbed up onto the bench, into her lap, and put his head on her shoulder.

Gatsby2
Gatsby4
Gatsby6

She had a special feeling about his future, so she made sure to request photos of his “before.”

Gatsby1

Jody says, “I knew he would be a special placement. I don’t hurry those; I need to feel it. Selim has a caring nature and a very big heart. I had plans for Selim and Gatsby.”

Gatsby7

It was good that Selim had waited; he fell hard. Before he could get a “yes” however, his wife’s agreement was needed. This would be a big undertaking, requiring that they both be on board. A perfect match is never made out of pity, but out of love and commitment. Vicki had been through a lot herself, including two battles with leukemia. Maybe she saw some of her own journey in Gatsby; a special connection to another in need. She didn’t hesitate. With both women in accord, Selim and Vicki took Gatsby home, where he became “Stanley.”

“He looked like a little boy and his dog when they took him home that day.” ~ Jody

Gatsby8

It took time, care and patience to heal Stanley’s wounds and rebuild his body – but his heart was unscathed thanks to the compassion that surrounded him upon his arrival. Selim’s pictures capture his transformation, which is nothing short of amazing.

Gatsby10
Gatsby11
Gatsby13

Stanley’s canine companions at home are Maggie, a sweet 11-year-old girl, and one of her puppies, Mojo, a youthful 8-year-old boy. Stanley views Maggie as his personal chew toy, but – in all fairness – sometimes Maggie instigates the ruckus. Stanley and Mojo either chase each other like the wind at Folsom Lake or simply snuggle and nap. They’re all good pals, living the lives dogs should lead.

Gatsby16

Mojo also has four biological brothers and sisters from his litter living in the neighborhood. They frequently enjoy the company of Daisy, Daphne, Buddy, Belle and their lovely humans.

Gatsby14

While gardens bounce back, traumatic events like Stanley’s can leave more than physical scars – they often leave emotional ones that can make a dog fearful. Through loving care and kindness, Stanley put his horrible encounter behind him to find joy and comfort in canine companionship again.

Gatsby15

Selim, Vicky and Stanley paid us a visit last week and had a chance to reunite with the team. Tatia was overjoyed to see him again.

Stanley_Gatsby6_1_11_14
Stanley_Gatsby_1_11_14

If not for Homeward Bound, this amazing dog would surely have been lost.

Stanley_Gatsby8_1_11_14

Thanks to Selim and Vicki, he is home – happy and healthy. They gave him some time, watched for the right signs, and had a special feeling about this boy: It’s called “love.”

Stanley_Gatsby5_1_11_14

Selim has graciously shared a link to Stanley’s photo album. You can view it here. Thanks, as well, to photographer Rob Kessel for documenting Stanley’s earliest days with us so we would have this remarkable chronicle of his journey. His album can be found here.

Hopes Planted

The skies teased us this weekend.

grey-skies-1_14_14

Dark clouds moved in, raising our hopes for rain. But a sprinkling was all Mother Nature had in store for us.

grey-skies-3_14_14

Days like these are perfect for curling up and napping, dreaming of the warm months ahead – and that’s exactly what the garden is doing.

Grey-Skies-Garden-1_11_14

If you look very closely, you’ll find the tiniest treasures under the blanket of grey and brown…

Flecks-Color-3-1_15_14

Flecks-Color-4-1_15_14

Flecks-Color-2_11_14

Flecks-Color-1_11_14

including these two sweet faces…

Puppies2-1_15_14

Puppies4-1_15_14

And this wonderful pair of dogs who have been cared for by a generous neighbor in a house left vacant after the owner died.

Surrendered-1_11_14

Just four of the 10 dogs – all treasures – who found their way to us in a single day.

Surrendered2-1_11_14

“Hopes are planted in friendship’s garden where dreams blossom into priceless treasures.” ~ Author Unknown.

We’ll do our best to fulfill our treasures’ hopes – and keep very busy until the cold subsides and the rains (hopefully) arrive.

Raining Joy

Between the two-week cold blast and the lack of rain this year, I’m beginning to wonder if we’ll have a garden this summer – of if we’ll just have to plant sage brush!

Basket-Winter-1_14

I know. It’s sunny California and the rest of the country is freezing. But we had our freeze in December, and we have not had any meaningful rain in a year. Actually, we’re on year three of a state-wide drought. It is worrisome.

Lion's-tail-1_4_14

No matter for the moment – because it is raining joy in the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden. Yes…the roses got pruned without the need for a new tetanus shot,

Roses-Pruned-1-14

the grapes are now orderly,

Grapes-Pruned-1_14

and the hummingbirds are loving the winter flowers on the Grevillea.

Hummingbird-Branch-2-1_14
Hummingbird-Grevillia-1_14
Grevillia-1_4_14

But the best things that occurred this weekend had nothing to do with gardening and everything to do with happy-ever-afters. Cindy and George found Daisy and Bear to rescue and heal their hearts – broken by the loss of their beloved pups to age.

Daisy-Bear-1_4_14

Darla and Louie found their people too – people who can appreciate that a snowy face accompanies a golden heart.

Darla-Goes-Home-1_4_14
Louie-Goes-Home-1_4_14

But the very best moment of our weekend was the Going Home of our beloved, blind Brutus.

Brutus_Goes_Home_1_4_14

Brutus’ journey was a long one. From married man to single guy. From sighted to blind. You can read the full story here. Suffice to say, he was one of our favorites, and he found a home that is more than we could have ever wished for.

His new “mom”, DebraLea, rescues and rehabilitates horses. She clearly has a special gift with animals. He spent his first night by her bed. She built a run for him to be safe outside today. His training has already begun. Brutus will thrive in her care. She was definitely worth the wait for our special boy.

Brutus_Goes_Home2-1_4_14

While we wait for showers from the sky, we’ll settle for a shower of happy tears. Joy.

2013 Remembered

“Gardens are a form of autobiography.” ~ Sydney Eddison

This blog being a written and visual account of the life of the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden, the dogs that grace it and my time spent with both, I reflect back on the first day of the new year as we look forward to the second. In backwards order…some of the most memorable moments of the year:

December: Linus and Charlie came too close to being lost, but angels were looking after them. They are happy, healthy, and adopted! Our Christmas miracle.

_charlie-linus_1681_DxO-X2

November: Summer – her cancer treated and forever now in Anna’s loving arms.

Summer-Goes-Home2-11_10_13

October: A wedding. The happiest of memories commemorated in our Memorial Garden.

Wedding

September: The adoption of deaf Ollie, so long overdue – and sweet Mariposa to a family that continues to inspire us.

Ollie-Goes-Home5_9_13
Ollie-Goes-Home8_9_13

August: Dee Dee’s joy. A delightful dog who continues to heal the heart of her new “mom.”

Dee-Dee-13

July: Black Jack. Who knew that the person he had been waiting so patiently for would arrive in the form of a remarkable 10-year old boy?

Jack1

June: The passing of our dear friend, Dick Brothers and the arrival of Moose. Is it possible that their souls crossed paths?

Dick-Brothers-Puppy-Board-Mtg
Moose_Taiwan-6_13

May: Rainier’s rescue. A girl turns out to be a boy and finds a future with the angel who saved his life.

Ranier-21_5_13

April: My sweet Beatrix. A foster joy for too short a time finds a big brother and a family to love her.

Beatrix_Cute

March: Agatha and Anastasia. Taken too soon. We will meet them both again someday at the rainbow bridge.

Agatha
Anastasia_05_3_13

February: Blind Bogey goes home on Valentine’s Day. His angels: two retired eye-doctors. You can’t script this kind of happy ending.

Bogey's-Family

January: My father’s passing. I miss him still.

Flower_on_stone_cemetery

I posted a message from our President along with the faces of more than one hundred dogs we have been blessed to help this year. It’s wonderful to look back on them – still, just a fraction of those who have graced us in 2013. You’ll find it here.

Here’s to 2014. To gardens, friends – and all the dogs we will meet this year on their journey…homeward bound.