The Scent of Us

After a lovely two week foray into Texas--where we welcomed our beautiful new niece Lilia Cecilia--I feel absolutely happy and contented to be in a place that smells like us. The scent of my in-law's home is unmistakable, smooth and fresh, like. . .guava skin and the taste of a rubber ball. When I open my suitcase or a package from them, the smell of Cockroft transports me back to their smooth brown tile floors, the circular kitchen table littered with playing cards and baby spoons, the granite counter tops and long leather couch.

Moving as frequently as we have, I feel anxious to instill our own distinctive smell in a place--coffee, baking bread, the smell that is ours somehow. Like an dog rolling in his bed, burying its nose and burrowing into his pillow, I try to fill a home with our own smell. The goal? To go away from home and come back, sniff, and feel with all my senses that I am back where I belong.

I have often been thwarted, whether by the apartment neighbor who chain-smokes (Illinois) or the strong reek of concrete paint (Texas) or the newish smell of a house that is too clean for us generally (Iowa).

And recently, when we returned to this house in PA, I walked in the door and was hit by the smell of the last owners, who never, ever opened any windows, drew all their curtains, and whose basement smelled musty. Even though we had pried off the storm windows, painted, stripped carpet off every surface, somehow--somehow!--their smell came back into residence during a short absence.

This is the first summer we have not moved in years. Perhaps our house sensed this and trusted us, for when we returned from Texas, we walked in the front door and smelled an old house's oak floors and banister, a mixture of herbs drying, cleaning agents, coffee and tea, beds slept in by our family, wisps of past meals--in short, we, like animals, smelled home, the many indistinguishable things that exude from our specific existence, the smell that surrounds us and confirms that yes, we do belong here.

Guest Gardener: Tonya Martin in Greene County, PA

All pictures and text by Tonya Martin

I decided when I started doing a vegetable garden to only grow things that we enjoy eating fresh or can't get in good quality elsewhere, or that the kids would enjoy growing. That is the reason we always grow sugar snap peas.

The variety we have this year is tastier than we have had in the past...Gurney's Sugar Lace II.

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We also grow pumpkins every year, as they are great fun for the kids. Once again we are in danger of being taken over by them! Hopefully we will have plenty to share in the Fall.

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I have 2 old cast iron kettles in which I plant arrangements every year. This is the larger one. Aren't the purple peppers cool?

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Sweet corn in this area just doesn't live up to the quality we are used to getting from the farming communities in Harrisonburg, VA and Lancaster, PA...so we decided to try our own corn field this year. My first planting is in tassel.

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And of course, Lazy Laura presides over it all like the princess she is!

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This photo was taken at our property on Waterdam Road last weekend. Jenna, the budding Entomologist identified this as a Hummingbird Clearwing Moth.

They were really amazing to watch!
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Of course recent rearrangements have made it possible for me to share my plants! These are for Kim!

They seem to be doing just fine in their Target bag homes!
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Everybody needs a friend like Tonya Martin: bestowed with good sense of humor, highly organized and efficient, and fond of sharing delightful plants and delicious food. Martin lives on a hill in Greene County with rather deaf dog Jack, two beautiful daughters, and master-griller husband. The Martin adults enjoy playing Rook and eating sweet corn.

Back from Texas, Woman Welcomed by Amazing Gardens

A sprawling gorgeous tangle awaited us after our two week journey into the wilds of Texas. Before we even opened our front door, we had harvested numerous succulent peppers and shining tomatoes. Rows of blooming zinnias nodded like a riotous church-lady welcoming committee.

And when I checked wazoofarm.gmail.com, what delights I found! Your lovely gardens! So I've started below with Rombro and Long, Urban Wizards. Look for more Visiting Gardeners, and enjoy your garden, the height of summer, the rewards of your labors!

Guest Gardener: Leah Rombro & Kenton Long in Baltimore, MD

All pictures by Leah Rombro

Urban wizards Rombro and Long converted a totally trashed yard, littered with urban garbage, into an artistic, productive garden.

Long initiated beutification efforts with the walls of his house, a structure slotted for demolition. Months of work rendered a clean palette for the artwork of Long, Rombro and their roommates.

Join two artists and give them a wreck, and see what happens:

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Now the blue walls of this bathtub hold the rich soil of an herb garden:


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Once a nightmare of glass shards and trash, now a sprawling pumpkin patch:

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Edible art:





Leah Rombro balances work and college while Long works as a graphic designer. Both create art in the Baltimore area. I hear they make a mean herb burger. . . .

Sweet Summer Things

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Our maple tree with swing

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SUMMER'S FIRST TOMATO!

Backbreaker: A Quick Photo Journal

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Contributions

Wazoo Farm craves the contributions of other imaginative gardeners, avid readers and film critics, and discerning music-lovers!

To become a Guest Gardener or Book (Children's/Adult), Music, or Film Reviewer, send your proposed contributions or question to: wazoofarm@gmail.com.

Thanks, good people!

Guest Gardener: P Harvey in Clayton, North Carolina

P and A Harvey took a bare, depressing plot of land in Clayton, North Carolina (near Raleigh), and over eight years worked on creating their own beautiful world. When I visit I'm struck by the cottage-like style of their garden and the love and care that P pours into her flowers. It is a very personal garden.

Here, soft plumes of Agastache welcome bees. . .
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Gorgeous pink yarrow blooms profusely. . .
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P's garden is an inviting place--time is slower and you feel as though you could simply ease into a chair, nurse a cool glass of wine, and enjoy the beauty of the garden. The garden reflects the grace of the gardener herself, who moves silently--albeit with a good deal of humor--caressing a blossom much as a butterfly or bee might.

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All pictures by A Harvey. Visiting the Harveys is a real pleasure, as they are not only welcoming and generous people but have a house out of a little girl's dream--delightful surprises around every corner. . .see more pics of P's garden at A's blog.