Slug Moats

Here in the rain forest, the shameless slugs munch 24/7

They are on every surface of every plant and a random sampling of them suggests that every last slug is healthy and gaining weight.

Additionally, they have proven untroubled by the enormous quantities of Sluggo that I have spread everywhere. In fact, this organic sugar coated iron pellet material said to stop slugs in their tracks appears to simply whet their appetite for their favorite food- tender young Red Shiso plants.

And so, in an act of sheer desperation, I have protected the last few Red Shiso plants left alive in the gardens with individual SLUG MOATS.

Each SLUG MOAT is a small plastic party cup with its bottom cut out ( Thank you William). Each encircles a sad little Red Shiso plant.

Will this work?

So far, so good. I have seen slugs trying to climb the slipper slopes of the SLUG MOATS. but none appear to have gotten up and over. Our crop may rebound yet. If not, we could try marketing SLUG MOATS. They work at least as well as all that Sluggo and they have a sort of catchy name. William are you ready with the scissors?


The Country Mice Go to Town


This is the kind of crowd us Country Mice are most used to- a bevy of summer blossoms.

But last weekend, the dear man who has made our bottle boxes in all those playful colors for the last twenty years, Frank St Aubin of Bay State Box, gave us two tickets to a Red Sox game. He has been a fan for close to eight decades which gives him some serious street credit as a Red Sox die hard fan.

And believe me, this kind of time spent as a fan is de rigeur to be considered a REAL fan. Jim found this out when he was 17 and mentioned to a old family friend that he was a Red Sox fan and the man told him in no uncertain terms that Jim had not been alive long enough to be considered a fan.

As this suggests, going to a Red Sox game is a serious big deal to most people in northern New England. It certainly was a big deal for me and Jim. Most people we know can tell you exactly the last time they went to a game, where they sat, what the weather was, and then can share more stats from the game than anyone really needs to know.

For me it had been a long long time since I went to a game in Fenway. In fact it was 1980 and I went to a Detroit game in the rain and sat behind one of the poles way way way up behind first base. For Jim, it was June 1998 when Lizzie’s eighth grade class trip was a trip to Fenway on a hot Sunday afternoon. High points of this trip included one of Jim’s student’s throwing up the bag of candy he had just eaten ON JIM.

Since we were lucky enough to get tickets for a Saturday night game, we decided to rendezvous with Emily on Saturday morning. She is working at a camp on Cape Cod this summer and we miss her! Being naive Country Mice, we did not expect the bumper to bumper traffic south out of Boston.

To travel the twenty or thirty miles from Boston to Plymouth where we met Emily took us several hours!!!!!!!!

In Meriden there are no traffic jams unless you consider the scene when it starts to rain and all the Honeybees try to get into the hive at the same time.

I give all of you courageous people who face any other sort of traffic as part of your daily lives serious props for hanging in there. Nota bene: If I had to face that kind of traffic to get to water on a hot summer’s day, I would buy a kiddie pool and call it a day.

The sea of people at Plymouth rock also startled us Country Mice. There was so much traffic we couldn’t do anything but drive by the hideous mausoleum plunked over Plymouth rock ( And what is that all about anyways? Does anyone really believe Miles Standish even saw that rock let alone step foot on it as he got off the Mayflower?).

When we needed a cold drink, we couldn’t find anywhere to park to patronize all the inviting tourist filled smoothie cafes. Instead we had to go where apparently all of America is going, Ye Olde Dunkin Donuts in Ye Olde Gas Station. We really have this tourist thing down pat, don’t we?
Soon it was time to leave Emily to fight her way through traffic back onto the Cape while we fought traffic back into and across Boston. It’s a city we have known for thirty years and still we found ourselves navigating across the city by looking out the windows to use the Prudential Center as our guidepost. Yes, we really are Country Mice. No Tom Toms, no GPS, not even a current map.

But it was all worth it.
Jim outside the shrine. At 52 maybe old enough to be considered a junior fan.


Look at our seats over the opposing team dugout. Leave it to me to be fascinated by the pre game turf management activities- the raking, the smoothing, the clipping, the watering.

Here Jim watches as the place begins to fill with 38,000 people- more than we see in a year in our world. It was the only nice summer night in weeks and we were practically spitting distance to the field (not behind one of those green poles like last time). And the game was fabulous! We even saw Big Papi hit a three run home run!

Jon Lester pitched a great game for us and my boyfriend Jacoby even stole a couple of bases for me.

When Lester tired, we saw 100 mph pitches from the relief pitcher. And during any lull in activity, we yucked it up with the season ticket holders who wanted to know HOW ON EARTH we had landed such nice seats for the night. We also ate peanuts and cracker jacks and sang “Take me Out to the Ball Game.” At once point, Wally, the Green Monster mascot came over and gave Jim a hug. As a fellow animal, he must have recognized a serious Country Mouse when he saw one.

Or maybe he was just trying to give Jim the gumption to take on Boston traffic one more time on our way home to sleepy Meriden, population 309.

Down in the Grapes

Several years ago Ben started a group of wine grape test vines down below the Rose garden.

For a long time not much happened to these miserable little vines lying limp on the ground. The weeds around the vines did much better and Sophie and I spent so much time down there weeding we told Ben that ANY wine he ever got from the grapes was going have to be named after us.

Anyways, this year, while Ben walks the vineyards of La Rioja and other wine regions of northern Spain, all part of his Camino to Santiago de Compostela, his home town grapes have decided to spring into action and bear a lot of fruit.

And the weeds? They aren’t so bad for some reason. Everything is coming into some sort of equilibrium. No doubt Ben will credit his grape whispering in the ancient vineyards along the Camino.

So……..while our harvest this year may bear little resemblance to the vendimia in Spain- no ladies dancing in big vats of grapes- Ben is going to return from his pilgrimage with a lot of grapes waiting for him! That and a lot of junk mail.

The rest of the gardens are also doing their best with the little bit of sun we are getting.


Here Konigin von Danemark gives us a gorgeous show. I love this Rose and its vibration that leads us away from perfectionism and shame spirals towards gentle self acceptance.

F.J. Grootendorst is another Rose that lingers with an endless supply of these generous clusters of summer joy.
Here are Ben’s grapes with annual Pom Pom Poppies in the foreground. I can’t get enough of these Poppies, nor can the bees.



We Get the Best Mail

We get the best mail. This summer it may be raining cats and dogs outside, but inside, as always, it is raining fun, beautiful, informative, supportive mail!

So many of your letters, cards, and emails share your experiences with the Flower Essences. What you share is always so much fun to read. Thank you one and all! We deeply appreciate each of you that takes the time to tell us your healing stories!

Here’s an excerpt from a note we got yesterday. It reminded us that all our efforts to find Flower Essences for hair issues were worth it.

“Guess what? My boyfriend has begun to grow hair on a pate smooth for 20 years.”

The Flower Essences she ordered? Claret Cup, Cedar, Cotton, Bog Cotton, Madagascar Periwinkle, Ocotillo, Digestive Woes, Desert Gold, Healthy Coat, Beautiful Skin and Vitex.

As I transcribed this list, I thought maybe I should only mention the part of the order with the most obvious connections to hair issues. The Angels interrupted me to say, ” All of these Essences serve this situation, not just the most obviously hair oriented Flower Essences like Cotton. This is such an excellent example of how in trusting your intuition even when it seems to lead towards choices that have no apparent bearing on the situation, you open the way for the Flower Essences to support you in the most profound and multifaceted way possible.”

Nicely said! And now I am going to start my day with a glass of water containing all the unusual unexpected and inexplicable Flower Essence choices of the Angels!

As a community of Flowers, Angels, Nature Spirits, Dogs, Cats and even some People, Green Hope Farm can be a funny place……and I love telling you all about it!