Flowers – Gardens For Goldens

If I had a single flower…

“If I had a single flower for every time I think of you…

I could walk forever in my garden.” ~ Claudia Adrienne Grandi

Happy Valentine’s Day ❤

Second winds

After weeks of scorching hot and dusty dry – we caught a weather break and had unseasonably mild temperatures for a bit. The garden got its second wind, and sent blooms skyward again.

Spectacular Sunflowers…

Dazzling Dahlias…

Daylilies…

A second round of Delphinium…

And the long-awaited appearance of those elusive Naked Ladies.

Then – on Sunday – something truly amazing: clouds and a very light rain. You don’t realize how much you miss those drops until you live in California through three years of drought. It was short-lived, but spread a hush of gray over the garden.

From riot to quiet.

“When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.” ~ Benjamin Franklin (Lucky agrees!)

Even the dragonflies were smiling.

Wordless Wednesday: Daylily- Fleeting Beauties

Wordless Wednesday: WPA Garden in Spring

Rain Falling on Sunshine

There is a saying that God made rainy days so gardeners could get housework done. To heck with that.

We had two storms move through this week. While they didn’t put a significant dent in our drought situation, the rain did bring welcome relief to our thirsty trees and gardens.

Paired with warm temperatures, the flowers, leaves – and weeds – are exploding.

So, a showery – sometimes rainy – day was not going to deter us from enjoying the early spring celebration, or getting a jump on weeding. Maria and I arrived early to find the daffodils, tulips and rosemary blooming, the willow tree leafing, and the lawn freshly mowed for the first time this year (thank you, Rob).

The rainy day also brought a welcome guest. Tigger went home a month ago as a foster. We do that when a dog is being medically treated to carry the cost of care for the family, and to ensure that all will be well before an adoption is finalized.

When Tigger went home, he was suffering from still uncontrolled diarrhea. For that transgression, he had been surrendered to a shelter where his fate would be clear. The team brought him to Homeward Bound.

While he improved with medications, he needed to be in a stable, home environment. After a month with his amazing new family, his health is back on track, and his weight is up by six pounds.

Clearly surrounded by love, he is a totally different – and completely doted upon – dog. His adoption was finalized.

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…”It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.” ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Wordless Wednesday: Petal Party

Almost Wordless Wednesday: Rob’s Work

Rob and his camera keep an eye on the memorial garden when we cannot. View more of his beautiful work here.

Healing hearts

“The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it’s been broken into a million pieces.” ― Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County

There is no right or wrong way to heal from loss.
Some people need time and retreat. Others find comfort among others.
Sometimes, the best thing for heartache is to open your heart to another.

Human loss and canine loss may not be the same thing, but canines have a way of healing a human heart. And when the canine is also in need of healing – the bond is more special still.

Fancy came to Homeward Bound from another rescue because the cancer inside her was malignant and they knew we could and would help at Homeward Bound. It was removed, but it will return. When? We don’t know. And to Chuck, it doesn’t matter.

Some flowers are perennial –

they come back season after season.

Others, have but one season –

and some – just one day.

Their beauty fills us equally – maybe even more so when we know our time with them is short.

A flower no more knows how long it has to bloom that we do. Ignorance is bliss. But humans who purposefully open their hearts to animals knowing their seasons are short have a special place on this earth and beyond.

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” ~ Thomas Campbell

Chuck says that Fancy will be treated like a queen. A queen doing an angel’s work here on earth.

Welcome Relief

9:09 PM. 94-degrees.

Today is supposed to mark the end of a seven-day stretch of 100+ temperatures in the Sacramento Valley. By some miracle, we are supposed to get to a high of only 95 tomorrow. Someone, please grab my parka!

The flowers in the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden are more than ready for some relief.

Pups too. This is Bailey. She’s hot.

This lucky dog has found his relief; not just a shady spot, but a long-awaited home.

Tom came all the way from Taiwan and has been with us awhile. He’s another dog with sight impairments,

but he has no problem following his ball, does he?

He is going home with Kevin next week. A former adopter, a veteran, a man with an obvious passion for this well-deserving dog.

Kevin says he knew the minute he saw Tom that he was the one. He has visited with him constantly while waiting for a family commitment to conclude before Tom can go home.

They both obviously look forward to that day. We look forward to a breeze,

and a much-needed break from this sweltering heat!

Here’s hoping for our promised 95-degrees and a 12 mph breeze. Wind chill of 92 anyone? We’ll take it!

A June Night

At 9:42 pm, the thermometer reads 89-degrees.

I made a quick check-up on the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden tonight – when the thermometer still read 106.

I discovered Rob mowing despite his promise not to if it was too hot. He lied. Out of respect, I will not share a photo of him dripping sweat. The fresh cut looks lovely though.

It is too hot for man, woman, beast, or bunny.

“Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.” ~ Russel Baker

The plants and flowers surprised me; they have held up amazingly well.

In their second season, they are taller providing shade for their roots which are better mulched this year as well.

The dogs are tucked in. The only sounds are those of nature’s creatures scurrying to feed and drink before night blankets the garden.

“If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” ~ Bern Williams

Tomorrow’s forecast: 108. Sigh. I think it will be a good day to spend hosing down doggies.

Bee-trayal

Until this weekend, the bees and I had an understanding.

I deadhead the flowers, which produces more for them to enjoy.

I leave them alone; they leave me alone.

Someone didn’t get the message.

A honeybee stung me, stuck in me and wouldn’t let go. I read later that honeybees sting only once, leaving their stinger and venon sac in the victim. This results in their own premature death. Bumblebees, yellow jackets and wasps on the other hand can sting multiple times. That’s just wrong.

The justice of a strike for a life seems fair.

Like the knats that have invaded the garden this year, the spiders have their revenge.

With temperatures already approaching the century mark, the bees, butterflies, dogs and dog walkers were moving slow – easy prey for my camera.

Even the killdeer is too hot to sit on her babies – so she shades them instead.

The pups took their walkers to their favorite shady spots. Lily has this down.

Jack too.

And Bobo.

Lucky pups. Not so lucky walkers and gardeners. Jody worked on sprinklers in the west yard, Maria fixed the drip in the Willow garden, and Rob mowed. I think I got the better end of the deal this weekend, except for the stinging bee.