One year ago exactly we were counting the seconds until we were able to have the keys to our newly purchased haven in beautiful Green’s Harbour.
There were a lot of seconds to count, mind you, because we didn’t get the keys until mid-September, but the fact that paperwork was being filed and that our debt was instantly much greater had us grinning like fools!
We had been looking for a getaway place for several years, so to finally have found the perfect cabin, one that exceeded our expectations with stunning Trinity Bay as our backyard, had us feeling pretty darned lucky. And also a little scared, but that’s the new mortgage talking.
It was the start of autumn, colours were vibrant but flowers were all but gone. The previous owner told us there were loads of wild flowers everywhere on the property, and that there always seemed to be something blooming.
Her assurances were bouncing around in my head from the second the first snowflake fell last winter, until the last flake melted this spring. I love flowers, love colour in the garden and love a good surprise, so once green stems started budding, I was sure to always have a camera handy.
I was not disappointed. There were white petal daisies everywhere, as well as lovely yellow and orange flowers I grew up picking in Hickman’s Harbour — no clue what they are called, but they are adored!
I nearly came clean out of my skin when giant poppies began sprouting and opening, revealing their spectacular red petals. And let’s not forget my personal favourite, lupins! Lupins everywhere, in every shade of pink and purple that you could imagine. They line our walkway to the house and I swear the usual 30-second walk started taking me more than five minutes each time we came here and the lupins were in bloom.
In anticipation of these promised wildflowers, we purchased several vases so plentiful fresh flowers could be snipped and enjoyed inside as well as outside. We’ve done just that. Every time we have the chance to come here, new flowers are cut and placed in water, creating not only visual delights, but aromas that are oh so welcoming as well.
Two weeks ago, however, during my wildflower investigating, a gorgeous new-to-me bloom appeared on a small hill by the corner of our house. Purple and white blossoms, sort of an odd shape, but tall, strong and glorious!
They were abundant, as well, so clearly some would need to come into our house. Because, as with many wildflower gardens, there are sneaky stinger plants everywhere, I first went to retrieve my long rubber boots and my gardening gloves before creating a new bouquet.
Sure enough, the stems looked particularly brilliant in a vase, probably because I had never seen this particular flower before. So, I decided to rely on the experts to tell me exactly what the plant was and posted a picture on Facebook, asking all gardening enthusiasts to clear up the confusion.
Within seconds, I not only was told that this plant is called monkshood, by many folks who, incidentally, also warned that this plant, the one I cut and brought inside, was highly poisonous and has actually been known to kill people. Oh good, and it was in my house!
Seriously? Thanks to Wikipedia, all concerns were confirmed and I was apparently both foolhardy for cutting and creating a display out of this “Queen of Poisons” (thanks for that little tidbit Wiki!), and lucky because I chose to wear gloves and boots when cutting them. My Sherlock Holmes investigating revealed that even cutting your skin on these deceitful beauties could prove quite dangerous.
So, while all wildflowers have now been exposed to us on our new property, there is now a new rule of green thumb, if I didn’t pick it every summer in Hickman’s Harbour, I won’t be picking it any summer in Green’s Harbour.
Email Paula Tessier at firstname.lastname@example.org.