tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60320115462061929702024-02-19T03:36:01.293-08:00Musings of a would be Renaissance man.Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-88573808584948587612013-05-02T20:40:00.003-07:002013-05-02T20:55:57.869-07:00the long awaited return?Okay, I know it has been forever. Well over a year. But here is a promise. This summer will bring many more posts, updating on lots of new things that will be taking place in my life. But here is a short (?) recap of what has happened since last we met.<br />
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Dec 2011: My mother succumbed to her fight with emphysema. I am still not quite over it as of yet.<br />
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February 2012: My father passed from brain cancer.<br />
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May 2012: Began a two month jaunt to Europe, which, along with the above mentioned will be a series of posts for the future.<br />
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August 2012: Began my architectural thesis, entitled The Material at Hand: Constructs of Memory and Identity, regarding fashion, architecture, landscape and the body.<br />
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Dec 2012: Lost my Father-in-law, also to brain cancer.<br />
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May 2 2013: I am now complete in my Masters of Architecture. Tonight my thesis won two prestigious awards. The thesis award for outstanding work in a terminal project, and the King medal for architectural student research. At long last, I feel as though my hard work has paid off.<br />
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So now you are up to date. I promise to fill in all of the details in a couple weeks. I am returning to Europe next week and will have lots to talk about when I get back (plus pictures).<br />
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So much to fill you guys in on. My fingers are already cramping from the typing they will have to do. But it feels good to be back.<br />
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Love,<br />
KenKenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-88356826333981618482011-10-08T22:09:00.000-07:002011-10-08T22:09:33.900-07:00Losses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Upon reading Connie's blog over at <a href="http://hartwoodroses.blogspot.com/">Hartwood Roses</a> I realized that I have not posted a blog in a very long time. I feel compelled to tonight because of the same reason as Connie's most current post, the loss of a special friend in the household. Cinnamon came to our house with her "brother" Mikey two years nearly three years ago. Her mom and dad had been Dachshund breeders (not puppy mill type) and had moved to Florida three weeks earlier from Alabama. Within a week, the husband had died suddenly of a heart attack, and the wife could no longer care for the two pups to the standard she would have liked. So with a tearful goodbye, these two sad pups joined our other Dachshund, Beau, at the (then) new house. We realized very quickly that the two boys did not get along, and partitioned the walk through kitchen to keep them separate. While Mikey is a great dog, and I love him dearly, Cinnamon was my prize. She reminded me of the Dachshund I grew up with at my family home (our family has had Dachshunds since the 1930's) and immediately took to me with abundant kisses and attention. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last Friday Cinnamon left the corporeal world to cross her own Rainbow Bridge. She left this world with the tears of myself and my partner streaking her soft red fur, and I know she felt the love that went with her in our embrace. It was the most heartbreaking decision I believe I have ever had to make, to end a beautiful life that brought so much joy to our lives. However, the vet reassured us that we had made the right choice for Cinnamon, and she let us take her home (though that is technically illegal) so that she could have a final resting place in the garden she so loved to explore. And so, a little piece of my heart lies beneath the wisteria arbor now, and somewhere in heaven, there is the sweetest little girl getting belly rubs from the angels.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptEQfac_xZiviCvuHrEIsPNIe7xfRZHJKjmrbunbqqySJhFTi_VA5l2rNDaFLlUfOE326_R8tXETCKvfjY8UbpiTl2oKrMnxN5awNnHz4ICTbUsbAf7tcv3SIex2UOuiNNaTK2j2sJcDV/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptEQfac_xZiviCvuHrEIsPNIe7xfRZHJKjmrbunbqqySJhFTi_VA5l2rNDaFLlUfOE326_R8tXETCKvfjY8UbpiTl2oKrMnxN5awNnHz4ICTbUsbAf7tcv3SIex2UOuiNNaTK2j2sJcDV/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mikey and Cinnamon the day they came home with us, she is the sad looking one on the right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Ken</div>Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-89478943013745123122011-08-12T10:38:00.000-07:002011-08-13T09:28:03.109-07:00A little help?I need the help of all you rose experts for a couple of items. First, I have two identifications for you. 1) There is a rose planted at my mothers home which was given to her some years ago, without a name. It is a remontant type, blooming even as we speak, with clusters of small blooms in the slightly double form with exposed centers, ranging in color from a medium pink at bud to a barely there pink at full bloom. The shrub itself is upright, probably around 6' tall (in zone9a North Florida) with a spread of around 3-4'. Fairly twiggy growth, but it is in partial shade, so I not sure if that is how it would normally grow. No discernable scent, but my nose is a bit wonky.<br />
2) Is not a rose, but a shrub that I saw recently in sarasota and would like to use in my yard as a hedge.<br />
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Finally, I need advice on what may be wrong with a rose in my yard. It is a modern rose, Floribunda Our Lady of Guadalupe. In the last week, it has gone from glossy dark green foliage to entirely yellow and defoliating. It was planted last spring and had been doing so well in the garden. All the roses around it seem to be just fine, no sign of any problems. I am baffled.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Poor Our Lady of Guadalupe.</div><br />
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Any help you could offer would be of great assistance.<br />
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OLOG has left the building, and as my post on GW can attest, I am still baffled as to the sudden failure, especially since the roots seem to be okay. <a href="http://forums2.gardenweb.com/forums/load/rosesant/msg0813413931122.html?13">http://forums2.gardenweb.com/forums/load/rosesant/msg0813413931122.html?13</a><br />
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Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-54920141817351433782011-07-08T11:01:00.000-07:002011-07-08T11:01:12.485-07:00In case you were wondering....In case anyone who actually reads this rambling blog wonders why there haven't been any posts as of late, the reasons are twofold. 1) Architecture school keeps me extremely busy, and I will be sharing pictures of some of my work further down. 2) Until the last couple of weeks, it has been so ungodly hot and dry here that the roses and other plants have given me the proverbial finger, not performed well, and therefore were not worth taking pictures to share. That does not mean that absolutely nothing has happened in my garden, just nothing beautiful. I have significant new growth on some of my roses, especially Autumn Damask and Variegata di Bologna. The recently ordered roses have still not been planted, I hate to plant in such heat with so little rain...the less stress the better, so they have been residing in my pot ghetto, aka, my back deck. They look so happy though. Great new growth, strong foliage growth, and even a couple of bloom bracts from Duchess de Gramont. Now that the rains have set in (finally) I will be trying to put them in their new homes.<br />
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As far as the architecture goes, my first project (of two) for the summer semester was very well received. Great critiques all around, and general happiness with the final deliverables. Here are some pics:<br />
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</div>Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-63980062740464528052011-05-20T12:26:00.000-07:002011-05-20T12:26:16.854-07:00New Additions, and a review.Recently, due to a gift certificate for my birthday, and a little extra in the garden budget, I was able to acquire a few new roses. As any rose addict knows, this is a happy time in the garden. Fresh starts, new growth, the anticipation of when the package will arrive, where to put the plants, how they will grow and fill out. It is like a dose of rose-crack, straight into the veins. So with my gift certificate to ARE (antique rose emporium) I picked up two new roses, CL Cecile Brunner, a certified house eater from all accounts I have gathered, which I am still not sure as to its planting location yet. Also purchased was Duchesse de Gramont, a smaller, more in-bounds climber, which will serve as a "footer" to another, larger climbing rose on one of the four pergolas in the back rose circle. Then, I got the greater joy of purchasing 4 roses from a nursery I have been aching to order from for some time. Hartwood Roses, whose blog is on my favorites list (go visit) is run by one of the nicest people, and a great rose knowledge base, Connie. Though we have never met in person, I count her in my favorite people column, and I couldn't wait to order roses from her small nursery based outside of Fredricksburg VA. So order I did. I purchased a Reve d'Or, a beautiful climbing rose with a color like a golden sunrise, Garisenda, a barely pink rambler, the apparently unstoppable Peggy Martin, who gave the middle finger to Hurricane Katrina and kept right on growing, and The Bishop (apparently their are many roses called the bishop, but I think this one is also called Velours Episcopal, of which I have seen many pictures and loved every one)<br />
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I have ordered before from ARE, and had mostly success, and a couple of definitive failures. Overall, the roses are healthy, 2 gallon plants, with decent cane structures, and usually apparent signs of burgeoning new growth. The failures I speak of are the loss of 3 roses from them (out of the number I ordered, it isn't that bad overall) one of which was Souvenir de la Malmaison, a rose I adore and STILL don't have in my garden, due to it croaking. Of course, my laziness and inability to be confrontational kept me from calling and getting a free rose..but nevertheless. The two new roses arrived late last week, beautifully packaged as always, and ready to take over the world. Duchesse de Gramont has bloomed three times this week, still in its pot in a shady location (The pot ghetto begins again) and Cecile has new growth popping out all over. So that order was a success.<br />
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Today, I heard the knock of the package delivery guy, and was greeted at the door with a shallow rectangular package from Hartwood Roses. I nearly killed myself getting through the house to the back deck so I could unpack my new pretties. The roses were meticulously packed, secured to the box in such a way as to not have any breakage in transit. Each rose pot was wrapped to avoid drying out and there on the top was my handwritten bill of sale. Remember now, this is a 1-2 person operation, so the level of care shown here reflects not on workers paid to do a single job, but of a nursery owner who wants to do the best job she can at making her customers happy. The roses themselves are beautiful; healthy canes, great foliage, and even a bloom on one. So an overwhelming recommendation goes out to order from Connie at Hartwood. I know this all sounds very biased, but just so you know, there is no compensation or discount given here for this review. Just a very happy rose addict who would be pleased to see a small rose nursery run by a good person succeed. Order away readers....you won't be dissapointed.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy gardening,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ken</div>Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-19594255499747095142011-05-05T08:31:00.000-07:002011-05-05T08:31:01.995-07:00It has been too long...Apologies to anyone who actually reads this spaced out rambling of a blog, I know I have been lacking in posts for a while now. The final weeks of any final project in an Architecture program are hectic, filled with 18-20 hour days, and sometimes strings of days without sleep. (I think the personal record for this semester goes to a good friend of mine who worked the full last week on her project with 6 hours sleep, across 4 days) Drawings must be spectacular, models well crafted, and this is no easy feat. In the studio, we deal with tempers and egos flaring to an alarming level, meltdowns of every shape and size, our cigarette addictions doubling in size, trash building up like small foul-smelling mountains, lack of home-cooked (or sometimes cooked at all) meals. All this leads to pinning our completed work up on a wall, dressing as neatly as possible, shaving the weeks of stubble from our faces, applying a thick coat of foundation under our eyes so as not to look like a raccoon, and presenting. An architecture jury goes like this: 1. You present your project, hoping against hope you remember why you made and drew everything up on the wall and all the while wondering where the semi-articulate speech uttering from your lips is actually coming from, as your brain is probably the consistency of tapioca after the last week. 2. Upon completing the presentation portion of the jury, a panel of distinguished visitors, who have never seen your work before, tell you why you are a complete waste of space, or how awesome you are, but most likely a blend of 60% bad, 40% good. 3. You sit down, and try to remain awake (this hardly ever happens) for your fellow classmates turn. 4-9 hours later, you pin down your work, almost literally throw it on your desk, and leave. Now here is the strange part...even though you haven't slept in a month, the fact that it is over and done with creates a new gust of lucidity, and nearly everyone in the class is chattering about which local dive bar to invade, drinking and talking long into the night about how awful or great the semester was. I know this whole systems seems horrid, but it actually is quite invigorating. It takes a passion for what you are doing to cope with this, especially considering that the average salary for an architect is somewhere around 40,000 after 5-7 years in the field, and entry level is a mere 25-30,000. I love my classmates, and enjoy each semester of learning....but sometimes I really just want to dig in the dirt..<br />
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So herein lies the point of this post. I have had lots of pretties blooming and growing, and when I have the chance in the mornings, or whenever I happen to be home, I snap a couple pictures, meaning to post them on here. Now I get my chance. This is a load of pictures, some roses, some daylilies, and various other things. These range back over the past month, and some back to February, as I finally found my iris pictures. So enjoy, and let me know what you think:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So now that the Spring semester is over, I have 1.5 weeks to devote to the garden. Boy have I missed it, and it shows. Apparently the camphor trees in my yard are trying to kill me, as every seed they produced has been viable, and I now have to spend the next two days ripping those damn little trees out of every bed, crack in the sidewalk, and anywhere else they fell. Here I thought oak trees were bad. HA! Absolutely no contest. The upside is, I got a gift certificate for ARE on my 30th that I still need to use, and I now get to put my spring/summer rose order together. There are upsides to everything.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-38899150461518448692011-04-12T23:15:00.000-07:002011-04-12T23:17:07.128-07:00Garden UpdateWith the semester winding down, architecture projects have been keeping me out of the garden and up late, and as always, sets my periodic insomnia into high gear.I mostly see the garden at night, when I return home,except for the early morning walk through that I have made a routine while letting the dogs run around. This much enjoyed morning walk give me the chance to commune with the roses, stop and cut a few blooms if I wish, curse at thrips, and see which seeds I randomly scattered have decided to come up....in the wrong places. I check on my slowly dying Mme Isaac Pereire and still limping Archduke Charles, and stick my whole face into huge blooming candelabras of Abraham Darby hoping to imprint that heavenly fruity scent directly into my brain. The success stories of this week, other than the aforementioned Abraham (who really is splendid this year after a murderous pruning from 6 ft to 2.5 ft in height in January) is Baronne Prevost. I bought her in September from ARE, and I have my first bloom today! Light in scent, but a very pretty rose. Bushier, and putting out a huge bud for a plant just as young as the Baronne is my Paul Neyron, a rose that I can't seem to find a picture of that does not make me swoon. I am looking forward to this bloom more than any other in the garden, especially after RdV kicked the bucket. Clotilde Soupert has two candelabras of buds, and I just can't get enough of those sweet blush pink blooms, and three buds and a bloom on a very tiny Capitane Dyell de Granville. My gladiolus are showing promise this year, both the normal and the antique Byzantine type that I yanked out of the Georgia clay by the shovelful. Those glads carried a racist slang name in the low hills of South Georgia, where they were most often found around the tenant houses of African American families, but my Grandmother loved them and just called them "those old wild glads." Now they grow in my yard, and they look pretty happy. I am hoping after the next couple of weeks, after the big push for finals is over, I can spend a few days working diligently on correcting the flaws in my garden and putting in the finishing touches. And sleeping. Lots of sleeping.Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-43598914648721787252011-03-27T08:43:00.000-07:002011-03-27T08:43:39.807-07:00Casualties of WarIn my life, I have really moved. I have moved from North to Central Florida, from one side of town to another ( like 5 times), moved into a home from an apartment, moved rooms around inside said home (don't get DH started on <u>that</u> one!), moved furniture and plants from my family homestead in Georgia into said home, and moved flower beds and flowers around my yard more times than I care to remember. (My daylilies seem like migrant birds, following my every garden whim and foible to a new temporary home.) In moving there is always a casualty. A glass pitcher that gets broken, an azalea that just wont take to its being relocated. Sometimes there is a heartbreak and a few tears that come with the loss, if it be a prized piece, but overall I try not to let it get to me. The move to the new garden scheme was alas, not without its loss, but this time, multiple losses. A 3 year old Iceberg, which I apparently damaged a main root, was DOA in mere hours. That loss I can cope, it isn't my favorite rose, and I have two other white roses, one being another Iceberg. The loss that baffled and saddened me was actually a new rose, one which I planted in September. Reine des Violettes was about 18" tall, had decent top growth coming out of the dormant season, so I figured she was healthy. I dug wide and deep around her, trying not to make the same mistake as Iceberg. What I came up with was a root system that was smaller than a tennis ball. Strange, I thought, for such a teensy root system to be on what seemed otherwise to be a happy plant. I transferred her, watered in, mulched, top-watered the mulch, and thought, "Okay this will be good"...wrong. Dead in a day. This scared me since I had other roses still to move. Now I have moved roses a few times, and never had a problem. The Iceberg was my fault, and I take full blame on that, but I have moved a 6' bush across the yard before, and had little more than a bit of wilt and loss of some new growth. But a baby plant? I am still baffled. Sadly I don't have the time to ponder it, because apparently I have more roses in trouble, stress, danger, or something. Three of the other moved shrubs (out of the 9 total I moved) are yellowing and shedding leaves at an alarming rate. When I researched "yellowing leaves on roses" it gives me a wild range of reasons why: water stress, heat stress, salt stress, the roses do not approve of your outfit for that day, etc. I am just riding this one out, and seeing what happens next. If I have to replace more roses, well, so be it. But I really don't want to lose these three. One is Archduke Charles, which I got 2 years ago at the spring rose sale at Goodwood Plantation in Tallahassee (incidentally, you can see the plantation from the hospital in which I was born, maybe roses and old houses my fate from birth) and the other two are newbies from ARE (so was RdV): Mme Issac Pereire and Kronprincessin Viktoria.<br />
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So here is hoping that this a "just a phase", and the roses spring (no pun intended) back into action. Otherwise, my "Rose" line item in the budget is about to get bigger.<br />
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-KenKenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-18283922816836228262011-03-20T09:36:00.000-07:002011-03-27T08:45:19.233-07:00The beginning of a new era....or....How I spent my spring break.Some people spend their spring breaks in Cancun, or some other sandy locale, imbibing mass quantities of anything and everything. But they aren't 30. Being older and happily domesticated, one tends to spend more time on the homefront whenever free time arises. So my spring break was spent killing myself and DH in the back garden. But what a difference a week can make! Refer back a couple of posts for pictures of the "before".<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">From the back steps of the gate. to the left and right of the gravel path are beds of azalea and daylily, and beyond that are new vegetable and herb beds. The fence and pergola will be clothed in climbing roses and clematis. I am thinking "The Generous Gardener" and SDLM CL mixed with Etoile Violette clematis on the pergola. I am up to suggestions on what goes on the fence. I was also contemplating a pillared rose on either side as well. </div><br />
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</div>Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-91171565747994862822011-03-15T18:58:00.000-07:002011-03-16T07:08:47.157-07:00Excited, and tired.Whew. Everything is going to hurt on me tomorrow. We worked in the yard from 9 to 8 today, and the plan is to be back out in it again for the next couple of days. My re-working of the back yard is taking shape nicely (pics to come soon) and I am STILL excited about it. This is a milestone for me, so this plan must be the right one. Today the two new pergolas went up, the new fences, (this all done by DH) while I excavated and leveled the area for the gravel circle, laid in the brick edging and finally (as it was getting dark) set in gravel. It was a one day revolution for our yard, and it literally looks like a different place. Tomorrow the potager paths get finished, gravel and brick laid, and the beginnings of the new rose bed amendments go in, kitty litter, alfalfa pellets, milorganite, cow poop, and chopped pine bark, plus a dusting of epsom salts and rose-tone for good measure. Then paper, mulch, and wait for orders and shipments of roses. A few will be moved in to place around the new rose circle as well. Then the biggest challenge. The area that will eventually become even more rose beds, at the far left of the yard. This will require serious help and so I am tilling the whole thing under, and solarizing, then amending. Good Lord this is going to be a week! But I am excited to have it done by this weekend for the party (my 30th birthday) and finally my yard will look a bit more ordered, if bare for now, and I can spend more time planting and tending and less time complaining!<br />
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-KenKenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-7743843697572433542011-03-06T09:34:00.000-08:002011-03-07T08:39:12.169-08:00Sometimes first impressions are the best ones.Crisis update: The garden, my friends, has at last gained order. Now I don't mean the actual garden, but the one in my head and on paper. The tangible garden currently has trenches, and stakes and squaring lines running across it. But my plan has started to solidify. I believe this is iteration # 38 of the garden design. But for once, I am really happy with the vision in my head. What is funny about it is the fact that the initial idea came the first day we looked at this property, nearly three years ago. I remember saying, " Oh, this space near the house would make a nice kitchen garden, a potager!" Now, lo these three years later, that is the plan. Funny how things come full circle and first impressions are the best ones. And so , the area right off the back deck (see pictures in previous post) will become a potager, with brick lined beds and gravel walk. Then, to break up the expanse, and create "rooms", the picket fence will bisect the yard, with a rose arch in the center, thus dividing the yard into two main sections; the kitchen garden and the "rose lawn". This more narrow, longer area, now running parallel instead of perpendicular to the back side of the house, will allow for more density in the roses, and shallower beds, for ease of pruning, and the ability to get up close and personal with what is blooming! The fence will also allow for more climbing roses, and the ability to pillar a few as well. I am actually really excited about the new iteration, a feeling that is all together new to me. Instead of the usual second guessing, doubting, redrawing etc. , I am now figuring details and planting arrangements. This is a pretty big step for me.<br />
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</div>Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-28091482191866686002011-02-27T19:31:00.000-08:002011-02-27T19:32:32.299-08:00Pictures of the mess...err..garden As requested, I am posting pictures of the front and back yard. Mind you, these pictures are during a state of flux, there are things sitting around that are not usually cluttering up the area, so imagine them absent.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The back yard, standing at the far end looking back to the house. The beds to either side will hopefully one day be full of roses (The bed on the right already has 16 babies) and companion plantings. I am thinking cranesbill geranium, daylilies, boxwood, and lime green sweet potato ground cover.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the real mess. I just planted the clump of three tea olives seen in the corner of the bed, and a trio of spirea. What I need now is height and fullness, but also a way to bring the landscaping out toward the fence. Ideas?</div><br />
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</div>Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-54639087606181281402011-02-27T08:47:00.000-08:002011-02-27T08:48:30.355-08:00The plight of the creative gardener.I was originally going to title this rant "The plight of the creative person", as the conundrum I am about to explain is present in decisions not only in the garden, but also in most of the creative decisions I make regarding our property, but since the weather is great, and the garden is in flux, I decided to focus on that.<br />
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Why is it that the creative minded can never make decisions regarding their own habitat? Give me some obscure project for someone else, and I can usually find the one solution that works best. "Sure, just lay the rose beds out like this" I have said to my older sister, or "The perfect color for this space would be _______ because of the light, and it pulls out that elusive tint in your antique photographs" to another friend. Let me loose in my own house or yard however, and I will sit frustrated for hours on which is the best decision for the overall layout. Countless days of backbreaking work creating this layout and then two weeks later I hate it. Over the last 3 years my daylily beds have moved 6 times. Companion plants for my roses? Forget about it. I have no clues. Which rose needs to go where. I am completely blank. Now this isn't because I don't have any garden education. Trust me, I read everything I can get my hands on. Winter months are spent on the Antique Rose Forum, or blogs of people who love them, perusing back issues of Southern Living for images that spark some inspiration, or drafting new garden plans for my DH and myself to kill ourselves excavating. My greatest wish, were I to make one, would be that another rose gardener would wander into my yard, and point out what to plant, where to plant, and how many to plant. Someone to inspire greatness in my humble 10,000 sq. ft. urban lot. I don't mind the labor...I just need a plan. All of this frustration reared its ugly head when yesterday I decided to attack the front of my house. Fueled by two many morning cappucinos and a couple hours of looking at beautiful cottage front gardens, my barren front palette became my new nemesis. Straight lines, driveways, sidewalks, and an overall odd layout confronts me still. I sat on the sidewalk in front of my house, surely to the curiosity of my neighbors, just staring at the empty front beds, using my pointer finger and imagination to draw in where I needed height, depth, color. Two hours of walking around, putting potted things here and there to judge the layout, staring, scratching my head, muttering curses at the beds, and all I have now in the ground is a grouping of tea olives and a couple transplanted, scraggly spirea. Which roses to go in....not a clue. Companion plants, I think blue salvia (i found a sale and bought 9, and I am going back today for more) daylilies, and underplantings of winter bulbs. But in what layout, not sure. Should I alter the straight lines of it and create a more undulating bed or stick to a more euclidean geometry and let the plants soften the lines? Heck if I know. Three years of working on this yard, this garden. It still looks as if I moved in 6 months ago. Sure, things have radically changed looking at pictures of when we first bought the place. The problem is, they have changed radically more than 12 times. In 3 years. And so on this Sunday morning, I am sending out a prayer for a gardening angel to visit with a piece of graph paper with the perfect garden scheme and some sort of anti-gardening-anxiety medication.Kenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032011546206192970.post-52105254388436900472011-02-23T08:59:00.000-08:002011-02-23T08:59:43.039-08:00First BlushSo I am sitting here, at the kitchen table, watching the Amaryllis glow a fiery perfect red that shouldn't be found in nature, and wondering how to start this blog. I guess it should start with a story; the tale of why my blog is so named. My partner Jason and I often have long conversations about things, usually over a Sunday morning coffee (or 6), or after finishing a great bottle of red. Lots of times we talk about history (not normally my choice of topics, but he has a degree in it and so I end up sucked into it as well) but also what we want out of life, how wants and needs change and reaffirm themselves through years. One such conversation came about a few weeks ago, and the topic of varied interests came into play. Now I have always been a "varied" kinda guy. I have changed majors 5 times in my life. One ended up in a degree (interior design) and now another is gaining me a Masters in Architecture. This conversation led then to a realization. Perhaps it is not that I am just spastic, but a would-be modern day Renaissance man. My interests all seem to be along a certain line: creation of beauty, creative thinking, and the importance of craft. These are all things one is inundated with in architecture school, and it seems to have become a mantra for living.<br />
The next day, I sat down and made a list (I am constantly making lists) of interests, and found that while some were possibly profitable, most were things I just really have a passion for. This began the quest to actually become the Renaissance man I want to be. Therefore, this blog is going to be a spastic rollercoaster ride journalling multi-faceted interests, which I hopefully will be able to organize into groupings based on interest.( once I figure out how to do that )<br />
Covered in this blog will be (but not limited to)<br />
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craft-the making of things by hand<br />
cuisine<br />
travel<br />
garden<br />
architecture<br />
art<br />
design of any kind<br />
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and of course the day to day life which helps to make all of this a bit more personal.<br />
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I am trying to remember that this is an experiment, a lifestyle switch, a new leaf to turn over and ponder. Hopefully you, the reader, will find this entertaining, possibly fun, possibly educational, possibly maddening.<br />
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Cheers!<br />
KenKenneth S Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480438467982629470noreply@blogger.com4