Comfort in tradition…

This Hydrangae bloom, seemingly escaping it’s fenced confines caught my attention each time I’d walk past. Couldn’t resist creating a couple images. Hydrangae are traditional garden perennials in the Midwest. In this ever changing time it’s always comforting to see it’s pervasive presence. Copyright 2018 Pamela Breitberg

Beginning to bloom; so I’ll be able to enjoy it at least 3 weeks. Usually the drying blooms are equally enjoyable. This small Bee seems happy too; but that’s totally my assumption. Copyright 2018 Pamela Breitberg.

Prolific flowering per bunch with a prolific number of clusters per shrub. Copyright 2018 Pamela Breitberg

Endangered mascot…

Couldn’t leave out the Bonnet House’s beloved Spider Monkeys from my collection of images. I only saw two of the three remaining monkeys that live freely on this property. They are old and so sighting them is treasured by volunteers and staff and visitors. they are the remaining generation of monkeys brought to the estate by the Bartletts. The Bartletts brought many kinds of tropical plants as well as parrots and monkeys to brighten their summer home, the Bonnett House.

The monkeys will not be replaced because of laws against such practice, of which I have no argument. The volunteers feed them each morning making seeing them easiest in those early morning hours. I will treasure these images more when they are no longer apart of Bonnet House.

Easy to love from a distance. A Bonnet House Spider Monkey. Copyright 2018 Pamela Breitberg

One of the treasured Spider Monkeys of Bonnet House, Ft. Lauderdale Florida. Copyright 2018 Pamela Breitberg

Everglades Swamp…

Funny how long it sometimes takes the mind (mine in particular!!) to make connections. Looking at these images from the Cypress Swamp in the Florida Everglades it dawned on me that I used to live next to (probably officially “in”) a swamp. In the Chicago area we called it “wetlands” but it was also considered a marshland or swamp. Quite a few of my older posts show this swampy nature of what we incorrectly called “woodland” in the springtime (see springtime posts prior to 2016).

The swampy part of the Cypress Swamp on the Seminole Reservation. Copyright 2018 Pamela Breitberg.

“Wet feet” plants only reside here. Copyright 2018 Pamela Breitberg

Tender admiration…

All images are closeups of a memorial bouquet for someone I knew too briefly.

A fallen petal reminds me of a dear fallen friend. Copyright 2017 Pamela Breitberg

Pink was her favorite color. Copyright 2017 Pamela Breitberg

Like these petals she possessed a gentle uniqueness. Copyright 2017 Pamela Breitberg

Her daughter inherited her kind heart. Copyright 2017 Pamela Breitberg

Shades of love. Copyright 2017 Pamela Breitberg

Passions were many. Copyright 2017 Pamela Breitberg

Warm memories of someone who warmed many hearts. Copyright 2017 Pamela Breitberg

Warmer memories…

For all my readers and family and friends experiencing January’s deep chill I give you moments from this past spring and summer in these next few posts. Wrap up warm and enjoy.

Flower cluster makes an instant bouquet at the St. Louis Zoo. copyright 2016 Pamela Breitberg

Summer white. Copyright 2016 Pamela Breitberg

Jerusalem Artichoke last summer. Copyright 2016, Pamela Breitberg


Memories in bloom…

Springtime represents many new, fresh things: rebirth, fresh starts, happier days, youth, hope. I have been negligent in my blog posts this winter due mostly to multiple major projects happening at the same time in my life. I am humbled finding that during my absense I have increased in “likes” and followers. I admit that your positive responses inspire me to keep posting since my purpose of this blog is to share nature’s wonders.

The Crocus in the foreground has appeared each spring in my posts. It was the first bulb planted when we bought our home 30 years ago and it faithfully brightens spirits when winter’s toll has me yearning for a sign of spring. This avid gardeners has planted more Crocus over the years. But this one old Crocus holds a special place in my heart each time it re-appears. Seeing an old, fathful friend offers a warmth that new discoveries cannot quite match.

Faithful Crocus Copyright 2016 Pamela Breitberg

Childhood impression…

Snowball Bush with Barbery in background, copyright 2013 Pamela Breitberg

Snowball Bush with Barbery in background, copyright 2013 Pamela Breitberg

Snowball Bush copyright 2013 Pamela Breitberg

Snowball Bush copyright 2013 Pamela Breitberg

Sometimes things that happen to you in your childhood impact your adult life choices. My mother rightfully took pride in her garden and lawn; they were beautiful from her hours of care. My favorite place though in the springtime was the yard several houses away. They had a wonder of nature, the Common Snowball Bush (Viburnum opulus ‘Roseum’). More importantly we were allowed to have snowball fights in May using these large round bunches of delicate flowers. A child’s dream comes true.

Without hesitation this Snowball Bush was a first purchase for me when we bought our home. And each spring I still get great pleasure in tossing a snowball or two.

They also make great cut flowers. To keep them blooming longer smash the small the woody stem before putting in water.

In memory…

Petunia basket copyright 2012 Pamela Breitberg

 Summer approaches and I find myself enjoying my favorite pasttime….being outdoors.  I am grateful for the freedom to come and go where and how I please because of the dedication of thousands of men and women who have served to preserve this gift of liberty. 

 May I find myself as caring and conscientious as those who have come before me and those that are currently so giving of themselves for others. THANK YOU all persons serving this country and states and cities to make our lives so wonderful.

Essence of tradition…


Virginia Bluebells copyright 2012 Pamela Breitberg

My heart is filled with comfort when I stand in my springtime garden. Daffodils, tulips, Virginia Bluebells, Crocus, violets fill my views bringing back memories of favorite places and times. Purposeful choices of plants have helped make this plot of land a loved home. My mother always had tulips and daffodils bloom in the front of our home. Violets freely roamed on the side and were allowed pickings much to my thrill. Crocus and Bluebells are a tradition of my own made more meaningful from memories of Becky, our youngest, picking the first to bloom in her excitement to share this announcement of spring with me. For three years now the crocuses have bloomed undisturbed, now that she is grown and not regularly present in the yard.

These vernal blooms are complimented with />several bursting clusters of Old Fashion Bleeding Heart, Dicentra spectabilis. Lingering droplets are evidence of a recent, cool, spring rain before I woke. They were also a new addition to my life twenty six years ago, when I began this, my first garden. Five-bypass surgery for my husband this spring has made this season’s blooms more meaningful than usual. When I placed a vase of one stem loaded with bleeding hearts on our coffee table (TIP: singe the end with a match to keep from wilting) it represented for me, his continued beating heart success.

Perennials, including bulbs, are important to my garden for more than sustainability which is so politically correct today. They represent the durability and strength of tradition. My heart is healthier because of their presence. And the fact that they will bloom in my garden perennially is the comforting essence of tradition.

Bleeding Heart copyright 2012 Pamela Breitberg