A Little Kind of Funk

I’ve always been happy, and proud, of my home.  It has been a labor of love, a matter of pride that I bought it and decorated it completely on my own.  For ten solid years, I have had no desire to move or live anywhere else.  Until last Friday night.  I’ve never cared before that I don’t have all the upgrades.  I’ve been in many beautiful, larger, finer homes and have never felt less satisfied with mine upon returning home.  But something about the fact that this women, living a similar lifestyle, in a similar neighborhood, and with comparable square footage, also enjoys black quartz countertops with flecks of mica that light up like stars, stainless steel appliances, mahogany cabinetry and wood floors, contemporary porcelain sinks, expansive windows (and that was just the downstairs), gave me pause for the first time.  Suddenly, I became aware that her home makes mine scream “entry-level!”  I know I am lucky to be where I am, I know it’s not healthy to covet, but there you have it.  I’m in a little kind of funk. 

Helleborus, daffodils, and Winter Hazel from the garden. In bloom now.

So I remind myself, that part of what I love about my home, is its large backyard adjacent to the tall towering pines of a green belt.  I have invested a lot of money turning this blank canvas of a yard into a lovely garden through the purchase of topsoil, various trees, shrubs, roses, grasses, fruit trees, perennials, and more.  I have invested back-breaking hours of labor that saw me through a divorce and earned me a bulging disk from removing sod, carving out curved beds all along the perimeter, shoveling top soil and mulch, planting and moving, planting and moving again, weeding and raking, and so on.  But, after ten years in my home and yard, the intensive labor is losing its therapeutic value or perhaps the therapeutic value is now lost on me.  And, the luster of everything shiny and new is wearing off.  Again, I know I have it good.  I am thankful, really I am.  But…

By now, you are probably thinking, “Uh, I must be on the wrong blog!” or “What does all that have to do with lemons? Besides feeling bittersweet?”

Well, at the same time these thoughts and feelings have been rising to the surface , I have been wanting to post about what’s in bloom now in my absolute favorite shade of yellow for the garden: lemon chiffon.  You may remember from my Which Hazel is for You? post that I am not a fan of the  bright yellow forsythia color, but I do love the soft yellow of Winter Hazel and the 100 daffodil bulb blooms that I planted last fall and am now seeing for the first time.  I suppose I could have just skipped to the chase and featured those blooms and those blooms alone, but I couldn’t help but want to write about all that went with getting to the point of harvesting them on a Sunday evening after a beautiful sunny, but somewhat perplexing day. 

Winter Hazel blooms, buttery yellow in a cup.

So, while allowing myself the luxury, er, necessity, of doing what I’ve always loved: working in the yard and pruning (great therapy) and making beautiful bouquets (reaping the rewards) to share with the office tomorrow (bringing joy to the world),  I also weed out those pesky little white flower clumps and purple clusters of leaves that mimic every other new plant so well,  before they can seed and choke out the plants that I want to grow.  And while I weed, I sort through thoughts.  Then, I cut back the roses, hydrangea branches, old perennial seed stalks, and overgrown Mid-Winter Fire Dogwood.  I prune the winter-burned leaves and branches of the Razzle-Dazzle Chinese Witch Hazel, and finally rake all the debris and add it to the compost.   I take a break to make my son gourmet gouda mac and cheese, steamed asparagus, and brownies.  I take a few Ibuprofen for the stiffening lower back.

And just before dusk settles in,  I focus in on selecting what’s in bloom now  for the bouquet.  Still, as I cut and arrange, I find myself wondering, “If I move someday soon and downsize the backyard for a few homey upgrades, can I take the prize Messel star magnolia and the Ryan’s weeping Snow Bell trees?  Can I have the pots of Razzle-Dazzle Fringe Flower that need winter shelter and tender loving care?   And the Winter Hazel whose arching branches of lemon chiffon bells bring me such joy in early spring?  Surely no one would miss them with all the other specimens ready to fill their place. 

Nothing says spring with more abundance than a bouquet of lemon chiffon Winter Hazel branches, buttery daffodils, Chartreuse Euphorbia heads, and nodding Hellebores Orientalis and Niger blooms in aubergine and eggplant.

Perhaps I am entering a new phase, one that will take years to transition into.  Noticing my garden friends, enjoying them while I can, but coming to the realization that the sheer amount of upkeep is beginning to infringe upon other things I might want to do with my time and space, both physically and monetarily–like blogging, or travel, or taking pictures, or exploring other forms of creativity.  But for now, I hope the flowers I bring to the office tomorrow do bring others a little joy.   And I hope the Vitamin D that I absorbed from the sun today kicks in real soon!

A boquet from my garden. Note: the daffodils appear a little overexposed. Their petals are very pale yellow like the buds and centers are medium yellow. Soft and lovely.

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About this Blog

A blog for lemon lovers.
 
Lemon salt, more commonly known as citric acid, is a remarkable natural ingredient.   In addition to putting the pucker in your pout, it is the source of Vitamin C, an organic preservative, and even a ripening agent for cheese.  Follow me as I explore the zesty a-peel of all things lemon. 
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Which Hazel is Right for You?

The scent of these thread-like witch hazel flowers wafts through the parking lot in front of TJ Maxx each winter!

In Shades of Lemon Yellow to Blood Orange

When you encounter the fragrant, yellow blooms of Hamamelis vernalis in the early winter months of January and February, you are almost fooled into believing that spring is just around the corner.  Today I went to take a photo of the fragrant witch hazels whose flowers look like a lion in winter.  I swear that as I crossed the parking lot, I could smell their hyacinth-like scent in the icy air from afar.  “That can’t be!” I thought, looking from side to side to see if  perhaps a woman’s floral perfume was lingering instead, but no, I was alone.  I know its possible because I once read in a Garden Design article that Scott Canning, director of horticulture at Wave Hill, a 28-acre public garden in the Bronx, New York, had a similar moment.  As he reveals, “It was a warm January day in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden,” he says, “and as I was walking, I became aware of a very sweet, clean fragrance wafting toward me. I followed that smell at least a quarter of a mile, only to come upon a grove of witch hazels.”

Just fully opened, the fiery yarn-like tufts of Hamamelis x intermedia ‘Diane’ are less fragrant than its yellow cousin, and smell faintly of orange spice. Older, orange and yellow blooms in the background make for a multi-colored sunset hued shrub.

If you like bright lemon yellow floral tones though, and have a spot near a door or a drive so so you can be greeted by the heady fragrance,  consider this open vase-shape shrub as an alternative to the more common forsythia.  Lucky for me, I get to enjoy the fragrance quite often, as these witch hazels are graciously planted in large raised concrete encased beds in front of one of my favorite stores to browse through, TJ Maxx.  Although the intoxicating scent is tempting, I prefer a lemony or light butter yellow for shrub flowers.  I also don’t love the way the leaves hold on in the winter, but that is easily remedied by plucking them off when the blooms appear so they can show off the ribbony rays of sunshine.

The intoxicating fragrance of a prolifically blooming Hamamelis vernalis greets passers by.

 

There are several varieties of Witch Hazel and I was curious as to what else is out there so next I stopped by my local nursery, sure that they would have an abundant of species as in year’s past.  Witch hazels have been in bloom for  two to three months though and all the shrub varieties are now sold out,  further evidence that the witch hazel often falls into the hands of gardeners eager to lift their spirits during the low-light days of January and February.  My nursery did have three specimens left of Hamamelis x intermedia ‘Arnold’s Promise,” grafted as a tree.  While witch hazels are often used as understory plants, the tables turn in this case.  Here, clusters of Arnold’s finely shredded yellow petals light up in the afternoon sun and are echoed in the yellow stamens of an evergreen pink flower camellia below. 

Arnold Promise Witch Hazel tree with Pink Camellia understory.

Now for the pièce de résistance, not that I am biased or anything, allow me to share the witch hazel which I chose for my garden, Hamamelis x intermedia ‘Diane.’   Witch Hazel ‘Diane’ is a showpiece in and of itself.  One of the things I love about Diane, is that her firecracker blooms unfurl in various states and stages, so that the effect is one of delicate streamers of lemon, blood orange, grapefruit pink, and tangerine all on the same, bare-branched shrub.  Even though Diane is planted in my front yard, she is set in a side garden a little further back against a cedar wood fence.  I have to remind myself to visit her, crushing a few of her stringy petals between my fingers to release their citrusy-spice scent.  If I forget her, however, and if the timing is right after a hard day’s work, Diane will make me catch my breath as a burning bush in the amber rays of a low winter sun set it alight, reminding me that their is life after work!  Diane does not rest on its laurels, er…hazels, once its blooms are spent, however.  It also has attractive wine-colored bracts and maroon fall tones.

Newly opened blooms of Diane's Witch hazel are blood orange in color and make a lovely contrast to the first snow.

 

Be sure to look for and research the witch hazel varieties to find out which witch hazel is right for you. Read on for the plant profile from Monrovia Nursery to learn more about how to integrate this early winter bloomer into your garden: 

 Care Information

Follow a regular watering schedule during the first growing season to establish a deep, extensive root system. Watering can be reduced after establishment. Feed with a general purpose fertilizer before new growth begins in spring. Pruning time: winter.
 

Fading into the sunset, blooms of Diane Witch Hazel become more variegated as they get older and stand alongside younger blooms, offering a variety of color on the same bush.

Design Ideas
Witch hazel is an exceptional large native shrub for northern homesites.  A perfect choice for breaking up long boundaries and fence lines.  Makes unusual seasonal interest in out of the way walls of foundation planting.  A real problem solver as understory beneath aged old shade trees.  Naturally adapted to compositions of mixed woodlands of evergreens and deciduous forest trees.  Let it go native in wild gardens among natives, grouped with other species from indigenous plant communities. Exceptionally valuable for transition zones separating cultivated landscapes from undisturbed wildlands.  The witch hazel is one of the first winter bloomers.
 
History
The ancestors of this modern hybrid are both from Asia. One parent is the highly variable H. japonica, collected and classified by Von Siebold and introduced by the English nursery firm of Vietch and Sons. The other parent, H. mollis, is native to China and collected by Charles Maries in the district of Kukiang in 1879 while working for Veitch. The plant was not officially classified as x Hamamelis until the turn of the century when this new line of Asian witch hazels, not the native Hamamelis, were brought into American Gardens.
 
Lore
The American witch hazels were so named because they were used as dowsing rods by colonials who could not obtain the wood of their English hazel in the New World for that purpose.  All species contain high tannin content and have been a part of the cosmetic industry as an old fashioned astringent known as witch hazel.  Native Americans used it in dozens of remedies and as a valuable coagulant.
 
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It’s nice to be recognized…

Thank you to Danielle over at the homemaking blog Cozycakes Cottage (love that name!) for the Kreativ Blogger Award and for her encouragement on my “lovely lemony” blog.  It’s great to be recognized and to be able to pass the honors along to other creative bloggers, too.  Here are “the rules” for receiving and accepting this award:

1.Thank the blogger who gave you the award and provide a link.
2. List 7 interesting things about yourself that readers might find interesting.
3. Nominate 7 other bloggers, provide links, and let them know.
4. Add the Kreativ Blogger image to your blog, if you like.
 
 

7 things about me…

1. I love pickled beets and I think it’s genetic.  In fact, I had an uncle named Uncle Pickle and I thought it was because he liked pickles.  When I was older I found out it was because he could eat a gallon of pickled beets in one sitting.

2. I am a late bloomer in life and love.

3. I make damn good pies.

4. I am messy, but organized.  At least I like to think so.

5.  I love malt vinegar on my fish and chips and…

6.  can’t live without A-1 sauce on my steaks.

7. I’ve never been able to answer the question, “What’s your favorite color?”

7 blogs you should read…

Stir and Stitch for recipes based on chocolate and butter and all kinds of lovely handmade needle work.  Great photography, too!

The Sundress Chef has a closet full of recipes for dressing up your breakfast, lunch and dinner, and dessert.

Frugal Feeding documents a young man’s quest to create and share flavorful and fiscally minded food.

Delicious recipes and yummy photography. Get busy in the kitchen with Baker Bettie.

Not a food blog, but one of my favorite for light-hearted humor is Not Quite Old.

Not a WordPress blog, but one of my favorites for exploring, photographing, and writing about food is Heidi’s 101 Cookbooks.

Hip pics and fun commentary–that’s Chow Bella: “Food for thought and eating.”

I hope you enjoy these blogs as much as I do!

Loverbean at Lemon Salt

Hello Lemon Lovers!

Hello Lemon Lovers,

I just want to let you know that I am taking a short blogging break as I had Lasik surgery at the end of the week and the eyes tire easily on the computer.  That didn’t stop me from making my Mile High Lemon Meringue Pie on Sunday, though.  🙂  This time I used 6 Tbs. each of flour and cornstarch so that the filling would be thick enough to slice at room temperature.  The crust is so much more flakier when it doesn’t have to be refrigerated.   Yum!

While I have several drafts of lemony posts in the queue, including some great products to feature, for now allow me to share an entry written about a weekend trip to Portland, OR in order to give you the scoop on an independent bakery called Cupcake Jones.   I confess that their Velvet Painting Cupcake is my hands down favorite and one bite makes me swoon, but the “Lemoncello” Cupcake makes the heart-strings sing as well.  I could not believe how much it tastes like Lemon Meringue Pie!   Be sure to visit Cupcake Jones next time you are in Portland.   In the meantime, you can read a bit about the owners, Oregon natives Lisa Watson and Peter Shanky, and view their daily specials and monthly menus to inspire your desire.

 
 
 

♥An Anniversary Weekend in Portland♥

Anniversaries are supposed to be spent with, not away, from your loved one.  But after an anniversary weekend in Portland, Oregon, I guess I can’t complain…too much.  It was on this day, so many years ago, that I realized two of my dreams for the future: one, to see Macy Gray in concert and two, to fall in love.  It was the first time I saw Macy, and my beau, in person.  Neither of us, my beau and I that is, have looked back since.

One of the many endearing things about our relationship is that even though I can never remember the date or year we met, although I ask on a nearly monthly basis, he patiently tells me again and again.  Thus the “so many years ago” reference above.  I know this is the day, though, because I already received a Happy Anniversary email which I was supposed to sing to the tune of The William Tell Overture.  I will demand a serenading when we check in this evening by phone.

For now I will relish in the recent memory of our weekend, basking in the turquoise decor of The Nines, visiting the Portland Art Museum to view the work of Mark Rothko only to be swept away instead by the haunting genius of John Frame’s The Tale of the Crippled Boy, stumbling upon an open air swing dance exhibition, ogling at the mind-boggling wrap-around line of patrons waiting for their Sunday morning Voodoo donuts, sharing a red ale at The Rogue (where we also picked up a big pink bottle of their Voodoo Bacon Maple Ale) delighting in the decadent offerings of Cupcake Jones, walking and browsing and people watching in the Pearl District, trying on eyeliners and lipsticks at every girls’ candy store, Sephora, and picking out my first pair of non-prescription designer sunglasses in preparation for Lasik surgery.  Well, I did the last two and he tried to hide any impatience while offering a best guess when called upon to express an opinion.

And today, we are still as happy, even more so, than we were ever so many years ago. 

“And just how many years ago from today?” I ask again after he serenades me to the tune of  The William Tell Overture without any prompting.

“How many years ago from today what?” he teases.

“You know, for how many years ago from today have we been together?” I inquire sweetly.

“Less than ten, more than eight,” he indulges, sighing in what I know is mock exasperation. 

“Do you still have that concert ticket stub?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Indeed he does. 

Voodoo Doughnut devotees wait in line. Locals and visitors alike can be seen walking throughout town on any given day proudly carrying the signature Pepto-Bismol pink colored box.  Maple Bacon Bars anyone?

Decadent delicacies from Cupcake Jones, Portland, OR. Back Row: Lemoncello, Chocolate Chip Cookie, and my favorite, Velvet Painting–a red velvet cake with a crunchy outer cake layer, moist inside, vanilla bean pastry cream filling, and soft cream cheese frosting topped with a hand candied rose petal. Front Row: German Chocolate, What’s Up Doc? (carrot cake with candied carrot slice), and Peter’s Chocolate Mint.

A stroll through South Park Blocks, Portland, OR, on the way to the Portland Art Museum.