What Inspires You Wednesday: Take A Walk With Us

Nature, As Always

I am always and utterly inspired by nature. It never bores me, it always has a surprise in store, or a new way to show you something. It's glorious. Even when it rains.

I put my wellies on this morning and Lucan and I took a short walk around the yard, to see what was popping in the gardens.  First to the corner woodland garden.

One of the easiest things I've found to grow, are tiger lilies.  Transplanted from my sister's garden, divided and divided again in my own gardens. No fuss, no muss, just thrives. That's the kind of plant I'm looking for.

OK, I admit it, this buttercup was in the grass, not the garden.  I'm glad G missed it with the weed whacker.

This is a funny plant, fragaria or non-fruiting strawberry.  They were all pink like this when I planted them and then a couple of years ago, they started to turn white. This year I see a few more pink again which makes me happy because it was pretty spring color.  Just look at the center of that flower. Too cool.

Behold, the wild honeysuckle that planted itself.  The bees were really buzzing around this on Monday.

 

Perennial geranium.  I love the veining in the petals.

 

Jacob's Ladder, one of  the earlier spring flowers in my garden. It's still happily blooming away.

This Solomon Seal was here when we bought the place. I've divided and replanted in the woodland corner garden and it's quite happy there too.  It's very tall and quite showy in a vase because of it's dramatic height.

Look what's coming!

Peonies. A transplant from my mother's garden. Big beautiful white blooms with the slightest trace of a burgundy highlight.

Soon.


The only thing that has buds on it yet in the poolside garden, a lowly weedy-wildflower I let grow. I have no idea what it is but it's a great cover that laces it self through everything else without strangling anything. It blooms the sweetest white flowers.

Now, I'll let you in on a secret. It's called the wonders of a close up.

Because in 'non-close up' reality, this is what the corner woodland garden currently looks like.

And that's after working in it a good part of the weekend.

Sure things seem pretty happy, well the lilies are certainly happy, but the weeds! The damn weeds have taken over my path. Yes, all the stuff from the rocks on the edge of the burm to the front bed of the garden.......weeds. Oh, what to do.

For now, I shall ignore them and choose to look closer. At least until I can spend another day out there. Oh, and get a big jug of white vinegar. Did you know white vinegar diluted with some water will kill weeds if sprayed on them? Be careful though, because it will kill everything it's sprayed on. But on a walkway, it's a perfect non-chemical solution. 

Isn't it amazing what you can find if you look close enough?

I'm so glad G and I brought more lilacs in yesterday. It happens sometimes.........they bloom and then we're saddled with wet days. That's what has happened this year. BUT, we filled the house with one more round of their intoxicating smell.

That's the largest vase I have in my collection. It's Waterford and it's seriously heavy once it's full with water. Had to have G help me put it on the windowsill! Yes, that heavy.


Nature and looking close are what's inspiring me today.
What's inspiring you?

Hey, don't forget if you're participating in CREATE challenge no. 1 and want me to include pics of your creation in tomorrow's post, shoot me an email to pbates (at) speakeasyinfo (dot) net.  And if you're doing a post on your blog, shoot me a link (or be ready to post it...see below).

Though, I may do as Andrea suggested and just post a link up, that way people can link up whenever they are finished. Keep your eyes open!

Have a great Wednesday in your part of the world and I'll do the same in mine.

Ciao for now,

A Day At The Museum: Oh, You Isabella

The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum

What took me so long? I finally visited the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston this weekend and it did not disappoint. I've wanted to visit for years, but it just hadn't happened until my sister sent me a postcard about a month ago, that she had gotten there on her last visit. The courtyard looked so utterly peaceful. It was beckoning.

When my sister asked if I wanted to go in for a visit and stay overnight, of course I said yes.

We were planning to visit on Saturday, but when we got to beantown, it was so unbelievably nice out we decided to save the museum for Sunday so we could walk around town and enjoy the weather.  We made the right choice. Sunday was still warm, but not as sunny. The perfect day for the museum.

We were greeted by Canada geese pecking on grass.......Boston had much less snow than we do.  A pretty welcome sight after the last week of back to back to back storms.

For those of you who have never heard of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, it was conceived, created and the permanent collection was curated by the woman herself, Isabella Stewart Gardner.  I'd hazard a guess that she is one of the most philanthropic art supporters to have ever lived, certainly in the United States.  She was not only a collector, but understood the importance of sharing the art she collected with others.  When her collection became too large for the home on Beacon Hill that she shared with her husband Jack, they discussed dreams of creating a museum. Upon his death, Isabella made it her mission to make it happen, purchasing marshy land in the Fenway area of Boston and transforming it.  She hired an architect Willard T. Sears to build what she envisioned.  She had very specific ideas of what she wanted the museum to look like, inspired by the beautiful renaissance palaces of Venice.  It opened in 1903.

Years later the new addition was built, which includes the greenhouses that support the amazing inner courtyard.  The museum entrance is here, and it is quite a juxtaposition to the original building that houses the collection.

Once in the museum, unfortunately pictures are not allowed (though sketching is and I will be bringing a pad next visit). Part of the reason I'm sure is for conservation of the works of art, but also the museum suffered one of the most notorious art thefts of all time 23 years ago- with works of Rembrandt, Degas, Vermeer and others being stolen. The works have yet to be recovered.

As you leave the entrance area and into the museum,  you move through low arched cloisters that  surround the courtyard.  The courtyard itself is truly a work of art.

The feeling of peace and calm the courtyard exudes can't be over emphasized.  I could sit and look at it for hours.

Surrounding the courtyard are all the galleries which cover an amazing amount of art.

Each room focuses on a different collection.  Two of my favorite rooms were the Spanish Cloister which housed El Jaleo by John Singer Sargent and if I had to pick one, would be my favorite work of art at the museum. It's big and takes up one entire end of the cloister.  It is surrounded by a moorish arch that Mrs. Gardner had built just for that purpose.

Breathtaking and incredibly impressive. So much so that I had to stop and view it from the other end of the cloister again on the way out.

 

I got myself a little magnet of it in the gift shop as well as some postcards of other pieces I loved of Isabella, and pictures of the courtyard.

The top right portrait of Isabella was done by her friend Anders Zorn, who with his wife, was vacationing with the Gardners in Venice. Isabella was stepping back in from the balcony through glass doors with a fireworks display lighting up the sky behind her and announcing to those present that they 'must come to the balcony to see the fireworks as they were too beautiful to miss'.  The color of the floor in the painting was amazing. The most incredible peacock blue which is not done justice on the postcard I'm afraid.  The portrait of her on the right is by her other friend Sargent, a watercolor of her at a later time, looking quite ethereal all wrapped in white.

I always find it an incredible and inspiring experience to visit a museum and be in close proximity to works of art so many people have admired.  As I exited one of the rooms, just at the door was a lovely ballerina sketch by Degas, not a foot from me.  

All and all a memorable art experience. I came away completely enthralled with not only the building itself and the art it holds, but Isabella who in addition to being a sincere philanthropist was also quite a character who served as frequent fodder for the gossip columns (one famous story is of Isabella attending the Boston Symphony Orchestra donning a headband of sorts with 'Oh, You Red Sox on it, which was quite scandalous at the time).  I'll be reading more about this amazing woman, to be sure, as well as revisiting the dream she not only envisioned, but brought to life for others to enjoy.

More on my Boston visit this week on the muse, including the answer to 'Can a bear and monkey play together and get along?'.

Ciao for now,