Welcome to Gardens at Effingham
Gardens at Effingham
And when time tells all, it shall be this: that I loved and was loved; that I gave and lost all; and that in being lost, found here the grace of peace in gardens far more beautiful than any heaven I could but imagine.Beth Brown, Gardens at Effingham
Welcome to the gardens! Inspired by all things cats and Midwest gardens, I invite you to join me on both garden and cat adventures. Here, the cats lend voice to stories from the gardens.
Most Beloved cat shares her cat tales, often tattling on the outdoor garden cats, though remarkably serious at times. She offers her reflections of gardening, cats, birds (and more), and as is so often the case with cats, she has me doing the writing and transcribing for her.
Meet the Garden Cats
Swirly, Cali’s brother
Kittens, always the kittensCats at Gardens at Effingham
Follow along as the cats, gardens, and I share photos, stories, and gardening tidbits at Gardens at Effingham.
Cats in the Gardens at Effingham
Gardens in the Midwest provide depth and beauty throughout the seasons of the year.
Spring and summer bring a spectacular display of early, mid, and late blooming flowers, shrubs, and trees: crocus, spring beauties, daffodils, tulips, hyacinths, azaleas, rhododendron, dogwood, crabapple, redbud, fruit trees (and more), and by mid-summer, roses, daylillies, hosta, hydrangea, viburnum, resurrection lilies, ripe fruit on trees and vines, and plentiful berries.
Fall brings chrysanthemums and ornamental gourds, acorn and butternut squash, pumpkins of all varieties, seedum, and a colorful display as the flowers, plants, shrubs, and trees change into reds, oranges, yellows before the first frost.
And winter? A dormant display of trees without leaves, shriveled flowers and vines (important food for the birds who winter over), striking color in some shrubs, evergreens, Norway spruce, dogwood, and junipers, and a brilliant beauty in knowing that all that seems lost is merely tucked in for winter.
More from the Journals of Most Beloved
Ah ha! Captured! That stray pen–twirling, whirling, edging ever closer its way towards me. And Paper? Well, that’s a given. I’m already sitting on top of a stack of papers. ’Tis my place (always) to sit atop her papers, especially when she’s writing, especially the papers she’s trying to use. And besides, what use does she…Keep reading