Friday, May 27, 2022
Iris ’Holden Clough’, is truly one of the gems of our gardens. It easily took ten years to acquire. Over those years I attempted to obtain a specimen from all local nurseries and when that didn’t work I contacted British nurseries to no avail. Then a few years ago Marjie and I were buying peonies at a nursery in Canby and as we were leaving with a car load of peonies Marjie suddenly shouted “stop, Holden Clough”!! I slammed on the brakes but when I looked at what she was pointing at I saw a large clump of blackberries. We got out of the car and walked down to the blackberry patch and sure enough stood Holden Clough. I immediately walked back to the farm house and asked them if they would sell me a specimen of their Holden Clough iris. The farmer looked at me as though I was speaking a foreign language, he attempted to repeat the name and shrugged his shoulders saying that they only raise peonies. I told him he had a clump growing by the roadside and I was willing to pay him for a specimen. He quickly dug out a small clump of the prized iris that contained more blackberry root then iris. Marjie needless to say was absolutely thrilled that she was successful in bringing Holden Clough to Menagerie Manor. So my love your beautiful little iris is having it’s best year
Tuesday, May 24, 2022
The planning for my late wife Marjie's Celebration of Life is involving some changes at Menagerie Manor. These changes involve some hard work and with myself being fairly crippled up with bad hips most of the hard work has been undertaken by my son Ian and his wife and her parents.
Wednesday, April 6, 2022
Spring brings a feeling of renewal. I admit that losing my wife at the start of winter and Holiday season made it very difficult to stay positive and depression became a real battle for me, especially the evenings. To replace conversations with my wife I would turn the radio on and have music playing just to have the noise, the quiet was killing me. Recently my physician filed the documents declaring Roxy my emotional support dog which allows me to take her with me almost everywhere and she fly's for free when I take a flight. My last trip to Arizona in February cost me one hundred dollars trip to take Roxy with me. Roxy is no stranger to air travel from her days of being a show dog. She traveled in a soft crate which sat at my feet, she slept the entire trip. Roxy fits her new status well, if I am struggling and tears begin to fall Roxy is at my side immediately licking the tears away until she has me laughing and she will not leave my side until she feels dad is back in a good place.
With the coming of spring life in the gardens here at Menagerie Manor is bustling, getting the gardens back in shape. July we will have a Celebration of Life for Marjie. I chose to have it then as we will have all her lovely flowers in bloom. She loved her flowers and filled all thirteen rooms with fresh flowers. On the fireplace mantel I keep her photo and keep a vase of fresh flowers next to it. The greenhouse is filled with flats of zinnias and many other annuals. Today the seedlings are at the stage for pricking out and putting them into individual pots before I plant them out. What used to be the kitchen garden will be planted in zinnias and dahlias.
We have been having some strong winds so the pathways are covered in debris from the old Redwood tree. I had just spent a day cleaning the pathways before the wind so I shall be spending another day doing what I had already done.
Every week I have purchased six large bags of potting mix in order to prepare and plant trays of seeds.
Spring brings hope
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
This is Cheeky, he is 26 years old. His dad and mom passed over the rainbow bridge without him. Al and Wanda used to have the cabin across the road from the our family cabin. They used to Snowbird with my folks every winter destination Yuma Arizona. A very content Cheeky would ride on his perch mounted to the center column between his mom and dad chattering and whistling all the way.
When Wanda passed Al’s health was failing as well but he and Cheeky took care of each other. Last year Al’s health started a downward spiral and when he became bedridden Cheeky would climb out of his cage and walk through the house, down the hallway to Al’s bed, climb up and sit on his towel laying on the side of Al’s pillow and keep his dad company. When I heard that Al passed I asked about Cheeky and was told that Al’s son was looking for a home for him. Twenty six years old is exceedingly old for a cockatiel and at that age they don’t adapt well to environmental changes so I called Al’s son and told him I would come get him. I drove out yesterday and Cheeky was locked up in his cage and sitting waiting for me. He really enjoyed the ride home, calmly talking to every vehicle that passed us. When we got home I set his cage on the table I set up for him right across the room from Marjie’s canary Jason. The two started talking to each other immediately, I’m hoping it was all good whatever they said. Welcome to Menagerie Manor Cheeky may you spend what time you have left enjoying life before mom and dad call you over that bridge.
Friday, January 14, 2022
|MeMa and our granddaughters Taeya and Lucy delivering flowers to all of the neighbors|