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Tulips a-bloomin’ on Fire Island!

So lovely and gratifying when gardening clients email me joyous notes with photos attached of my work…Planted these tulip bulbs last fall…

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Midtown balcony spring spruce-up

Container gardens on a balcony, terrace or rooftop have their own set of challenges — lots of wind, sun and sometimes lack of the proper amount of water to thrive and survive…

before pic 4/2014

before pic 4/2014

but with a lotta care, planning and planting (and organic fertilizer) this can miraculously occur!

after pic 4/2014

after pic 4/2014

spring!

spring!

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spring is here!

spring is here!

star flowers and pansies popping up in my window box…spring 2014…west village, nyc

Poetry, Gardening and Music (not necesarily in that order)

Thrilled to be celebrating and reading Stanley Kunitz poems with my fellow actors Kim Sykes and Dave Bachman, with original music by Ellen Mandel, directed by Paul Hecht on Monday July 22nd at Cornelia Street Cafe. With a huge thank you to my friend, the award winning singer-songwriter Amy Correia — for this extraordinary gift/ book she gave me “The Wild Braid: A Poet Reflects on a Century in the Garden” (With Genine Lentine) that inspired my appreciation of Stanley Kunitz in a big way.  

“My garden, my life, my poems – a planned disorder” — undated journal entry/Stanley Kunitz

Here’s a few brilliant excerpts from the book —

“I think of gardening as an extension of one’s own being, something as deeply personal and intimate as writing a poem. The difference is that the garden is alive and it is created to endure just the way a human being comes into the world and lives, suffers, enjoys, and is mortal. The lifespan of a flowering plant can be so short, so abbreviated by the changing of the seasons, it seems to be a compressed parable of the human experience.

Is the cycle any easier to accept in the garden than in a human life? Both of them are hard to take! In both cases there is a sense not only of obligation, but of devotion.

You might say, as well, that the garden is a metaphor for the poems you write in a lifetime and give to the world in the hope that these poems have lived through will be equivalent to the flower that takes root in the soil and becomes a part of the landscape. If you’re lucky, that happens with some of the poems you create, while others pass the way of so many plants you set in the garden: or grow from seed: they emerge and give pleasure for a season and then vanish.”

Please join us in celebration of Stanley Jasspoon Kunitz, Poet Laureate. (July 29, 1905 – May 14, 2006) 

“I summon up all my strength
to set the pear tree in the ground, 
unwinding its burlap shroud.

It is taller than I. “Make room 
for the roots!” my mother cries,
“Dig the hole deeper.” Stanley Kunitz (from “My Mother’s Pears)

 

Monday July 22nd, 2013 at 6:00 p.m.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STANLEY KUNITZ (real birthday July 29th)

$15.00 (includes a glass of wine or beer)

Cornelia Street Cafe 29 Cornelia Street NYC 10014 212. 989.9319

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Bloomsday

Bloomsday

Caraid O’Brien

Rhododendron success!

Last year enhancing the beauty in a lovely garden in Bayside, Brooklyn, my client asked me to replace a rhododendron that was looking very scrawny and eaten up by slugs or whathaveyou and so I did. When I removed it from the garden, I thought…hmmm…there’s life in this rhodo yet and decided to plant it in a container….Well, this year I did a spring clean up, I noticed the scrawny rhodo was growing quite well and so I transplanted it into yet another (larger) terracotta container and voila! My client sent me an email with “success” as the subject matter.  I was thrilled to see the blooms~!

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He who plants a tree…

I planted this double cherry blossom tree two springs ago for a wonderful client in Park Slope, Brooklyn… and am jumping for joy to see this beautiful baby thriving!

doublecherry blossom tree april 2013

doublecherry blossom tree april 2013

PLANT A TREE

 

He who plants a tree
Plants a hope.
Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;
Leaves unfold into horizons free.
So man’s life must climb
From the clods of time
Unto heavens sublime.
Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree,
What the glory of thy boughs shall be?

by Lucy Larcom
1824-1893