Brain Fuzz

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Inspiration for your Garden

"The word paradise is derived from the ancient Persian - 'a green place'. Paradise haunts gardens, and some gardens are paradises. Mine is one of them. Others are like bad children - spoilt by their parents, over-watered and covered with noxious chemicals." - Derek Jarman's Garden, page 40

One of my all time favorite books about gardening is not really a book about gardening, although it is a book about gardening, but it's not. And it's beautiful. It's Derek Jarman's Garden. I bought it many years ago and re-read it occasionally to find inspiration for my own garden, and for life.

I've read it and re-read it so many times, now I just keep it on top of my bookshelf and look at the cover. His use of found objects in the garden reminds me of my grandmother who lived in Ballard. She could grow anything anywhere and would plant things in buckets and old boots and even broken down toilets. God knows what the neighbors thought.

The first time I encountered the film director Derek Jarman was when I saw the film Carravaggio at the Neptune Theatre in Seattle. It was also the first time I encountered Sean Bean, Dexter Fletcher, and Tilda Swinton. Captivating actors.

The death of Derek Jarman was one of the many reasons I joined the fight against HIV/AIDS. Maybe after reading this book you will, too.

Lifelong AIDS Alliance

Cascade AIDS Project

WHAT A HUNK.

Image of Sean Bean in Caravaggio directed by Derek Jarman from the vastness of the Worldwide Internet.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

The Garden of Paradise

All About My Mom

My mom's name is Betsy.

She is 84 years old.

Her favorite food is candy,

but she doesn't like crimes.

She spends most of her time on the computer.

If my mom could have one wish come true, she would wish for $1000.

The thing my mom likes to do for fun is play with me.

I love my mom because she is nice.

My Mom loves me because I am cute.

My favorite thing she cooks is mac and cheese.

Happy Mother's Day!

Love, Orlando

PS I think I look pretty darn good for 84, don't you?

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Compatibility in the Garden: Low Maintenance vs High Maintenance

"The most liberating day of my life was when I realized that what other people think of me is none of my business."

I have no idea who originated that quote. I'm pretty sure it wasn't Martin Luther King, Jr, though.

So here's the deal. As a Certified Desert Landscaper I am trained to create wonderful low water, low maintenance gardens in the desert using beautiful desert-adapted plants in such a way as to make you feel like you are not living in a desert at all. But if you love to garden yourself and don't mind pruning and you really want to grow raspberries and bamboo, I can make that happen, too.

It's really about compatibility, isn't it? Are you compatible with your garden? Or is your garden holding you back, tying you down, or comparing you unfavorably to other gardeners? Are you finding it impossible to please your garden? Has your garden become distant and refuses to return your phone calls? Has your garden met someone else?

OK, so I'm mildly freaking out here because my First Ever Serious Boyfriend (not including David Cassidy) just contacted me through this blog. You just never know who is going to come out of the woodwork! Can't remember the last time I saw him. Late 1980's? I'm a little self-conscious now that I know people are actually reading this thing. (The most liberating day of my life was when I realized that what other people think of me is none of my business. The most liberating day of my life was when I realized that what other people think of me is none of my business. The most liberating day of my life was when I realized that what other people think of me is none of my business.)

Turns out he googled me! (We googled each other a lot back in the 80s, but it didn't mean the same thing back then. Oh, he had such nice legs.) He says he's glad to see I'm living a productive life. (Who? Me productive?) Anyhow, I have now googled him (yeah, because you know it never even occurred to me to google him or any of my old boyfriends ever before, right?) and I'm very PROUD to say he studied ornithology and he is now called doctor, and he's the Executive Director of a very worthy non-profit organization. He is leading a VERY productive life and he's happily married with children and he didn't turn out to be a Bob Dylan impersonator like I thought he might.

Ahhh, I can say I knew him when... Actually, I could probably blackmail him with some of the things I know. But I won't.

Trial and Error = Success in the Garden

Today I am planning to try some products that are new to me. A company called EcoSmart claims they make "all natural" insecticide and weed killer for the garden. They claim their products are "safe"...unless, of course, you are an insect or a weed. Generally speaking, I usually try to use plants in my gardens that are so tough and hardy they don't need no stinking insecticide and I prefer to pull weeds by hand rather than spray Agent Orange, but there's always the client who wants delicate roses and roses attract aphids, so there you go. And weeds that grow between tightly spaced pavers are very difficult to eradicate. And the bermuda grass situation in the desert has become somewhat dire - I was shocked to learn that even the Desert Botanical Garden, home of extremely civilized people, uses Round-Up on the bermuda grass, but I guess they are just being realistic.

So, if I can find something "safe", "natural", "green", and all those other buzz words of eco-harmony, it would be nice to use it for occasional spot treatments. I will let you know how it goes. Maybe I will save the universe from poisonous chemicals. YOU NEVER KNOW.

By the way, my grandmother always sprayed soapy dishwater on her roses to drive the aphids away. And she lived to be 97. I'm just saying. Ladybugs like to eat 'em, too.

My son's nickname is Captain Relentless. He is only six years old but I swear he sleeps like a teenager. I have had the hardest time getting him up and ready for school in the mornings. I have tried alarm clocks, then louder alarm clocks, I have tried playing music for him, I have tried waking him by gently shaking him and giving him a back rub, I have tried playing reveille on a kazoo, I have tried banging a drum, I have tried reading a book to him, I have had the dog jump on the bed and lick his face, I even went so far one morning as to stand over him with a Nerf gun and shoot Nerf bullets at his head. Didn't work.

A few months ago I finally figured out the solution. I set up my laptop next to his bed and went to youtube. I found a "Fractured Fairy Tale" episode and hit play. I had a mug of Instant Breakfast standing by - this is so hard to admit because I prided myself on preparing a proper breakfast for him every morning, but he's so hard to drag out of bed there is never any time. Immediate success!! He perked up so fast I couldn't believe I hadn't done this sooner! So this is now our school morning ritual: a classic cartoon on youtube and a mug of Instant Breakfast. And once in a while I manage to slip in some sliced apple and some turkey bacon as well.

I can't help but think of JP Patches when I watch this! Love that man!

JP Patches

Image of ladybug from Duncraft: http://duncraft.atom5.com/butterflies-bees-lad-3213.html

Image of JP Patches from an archived article in the Seattle Times: http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=20061218&slug=jppatches18

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Wildflowers

Some people have asked why my blog address is betsylolafalanadowling.blogspot.com. I assume they are wondering about the lolafalana part. Well, those of you who have followed me on Facebook may recall a while back I decided I was going to change my name to Lola Falana. Just because I like saying it. Lola Falana Lola Falana Lola Falana... it simply floats off the tongue! And it cracked up a couple of my girlfriends from high school so much that I decided to keep it that way. So on Facebook I am "Betsy Dowling (Lola Falana)" and for consistency's sake on this blog I am "betsylolafalanadowling." But you can make the checks out to CASH.

Lola Falana Lola Falana Lola Falana. In her day she was quite the wild performer. Apparently she was really big in Italy - who knew??? I think she's mellowed out now and has devoted her life to God. I wonder if she realizes how much God was enjoying her song and dance routines.

(I make no copyright claim to the work of Lola Falana herself.)

Gardening as Stress Relief

Of course it's not all about men. I have a lot gardening to do.

Even though I don't have my own garden anymore, I find it a great source of stress relief to work in other people's gardens. (And now I get paid to garden, which makes it even better.) Virtually any garden will do. Try it! You'll be amazed at how good it feels to dig in the dirt after a long, hard, meaningless day at work.

If you don't want to get dirty, hire someone like me to get dirty for you.

I love to bring attention to some of the wonderful businesses that don't have big advertising budgets. From time to time I will feature a business, artist, or product that I think you should know about.

For instance, there is a fabulous place near Portland, Oregon, on Sauvie Island, and it's called Cistus Nursery. They specialize in "zonal denial". It's worth a trip to Portland even if you don't live there. My incredibly talented friend, Drew Forsell, a landscape designer, landscape architect, and jardinier extraordinaire, introduce me to it. Here is their website:

Cistus Nursery

Creating the Low Maintenance Garden

Tip of the Day: If you wear your swimsuit while working in your garden it feels like you are on vacation.

I find this works for housework as well. If you are embarrassed to be so exposed, try adding a sarong. Don't worry too much about how you look - if we can't dress inappropriately at this age, when can we?

And always remember, in the garden you must wear protection, so cover those hands and feet with gloves and boots. I know it looks strange wearing gloves and boots with a swimsuit, but believe me, you'll thank me later. Have someone take a picture of you in this get-up. It'll make a great Facebook profile photo.

If you live in a cold climate, try wearing a bikini under your warm clothes - you will know that underneath you are ready for the beach. (This trick is also effective in the office environment - wearing a bikini under your work suit makes the day go much faster. I know. I did it for many years.)

Do you want to know what I did the night before my divorce was final? I walked into a bar down the street from my house in Portland - a very hip joint where all the patrons were at least ten years younger than I am. Actually, I think everyone in Portland is about ten years younger than I am. Now, I don't drink - I'm very low maintenance and a very cheap date because of this - but I was looking for someone to talk to and cheer me up and there was really no place else to go that night. My first inclination was to burst into the bar and shout out, "Hey, everybody! I'm about to get divorced after 19 years! Who wants to buy me a drink?!" But I didn't want it to turn into a scene from The Accused, so I decided to reel it in a bit. So I walked in, scanned the room quickly for the best looking fellow in the place (um...sorry, Portland, but so much unruly facial hair really throws me off) and immediately noticed a strapping young chap sitting at the bar with an empty stool next to him. I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" He did a double take, recovered quickly, and offered me the seat. I then introduced myself and said, "I'm about to get divorced after 19 years. Would you like to buy me a Shirley Temple?" He laughed and told me that was the best offer he'd had all week and ordered a Shirley Temple for me and a beer for himself. He was super young. We had a nice conversation about marriage and divorce - he'd been through one a few years earlier.

He was a pretty big guy and I told him my son is turning out to be a big guy with big hands and big feet. He said, "Well, you know what they say." I cringed, realizing I'd walked right into it. And he smiled and said, "Big gloves and big socks!"

Portland has a few good men.

Credit for vintage surfer image pending research.