Archive | April 4, 2012

Goddesses of Los Angeles – Temple of Isis/Los Angeles


Yes, it’s not a statue today. Tomorrow there will be more but these ladies are some of my personal goddesses whom I love dearly. The picture was taken a few years ago at an Isis birthday ritual on Isadore Dockweiler Beach.

Poetry month – Wild Mountain Thyme

The Wild Mountain Thyme
O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?

And we’ll all go together,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower,
By yon clear crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile,
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, lassie, go?


I will range through the wilds
And the deep land so dreary
And return with the spoils
To the bower o’ my dearie.
Will ye go lassie go ?


If my true love she’ll not come,
Then I’ll surely find another,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?


The Peripatetic Gardener

There is an age old practice of taking “slips” or cuttings of plants to plant in your garden. This has been the way plants have been collected and spread over the world by humans for millennia. Every colonial garden, every botanical in a botanical garden collected by explorers if it wasn’t from a seed the plant probably came from a slip. Now if you roam around your neighborhood and do it you are probably guilty of copyright violation or some kind of theft since most plants in garden centers are protected varieties if they aren’t heirloom plants.

My grandmother loved to garden as did much of our family on both sides. She used to take slips from people’s yards that she knew if she saw something interesting. She also used to collect cuttings of native plants back when Los Angeles had vacant lots.

In the 1930’s she and my grandfather used to be friends with one of L.A.’s police chiefs and he had been invited to dinner with his wife. My grandmother gave them a garden tour of what she was lately growing in her garden including a beautiful plant she had found in a vacant lot and was quite astonished when the police chief had a meltdown. It turned out the plant with the beautiful cut leaves which was NOT in any of her garden or botany books, was marijuana. It wasn’t illegal at that time but she was still appalled that she was growing it and it was quickly removed from the garden.

Grandma rarely told funny stories about herself but that one was definitely a keeper. 🙂

Thanks,arignagardener for subject idea!