|Guest-blogger Bettejo Dux is one of Kauai's most colorful people, she has lived on the cosmic island of Kaua'i for over 40 years... She is an animal lover, people lover and enjoys life to the fullest.Today she guest blogs about "Garden Art" and how she has a 'brown thumb!' Enjoy... She also publishes her own blog column. |
You can check it out at ; http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com . Besides her blog she recently published and authored the humorous fiction book, "The Scam," check it out at(www.bettejodux.com) or on Amazon.
You'd have to see my jungle/house/barn- my land- to understand my delightful delve into the garden art.
It's an art form I made up, I think. It isn't gardening, I have a brown thumb, almost anything I plant goes belly up. But jungle plants and weeds and green living things that thrive and flourish on their own take to my jungle/house/barn and land like it was the mother breast of land on which they were suckled...
Guys at NTBG have told me my Elephant ears are probably the largest on Kauai. This guy, sitting in my 'jungle' room said he felt as though he was in a Honduran rain forest. Years ago I took some pictures and my husband said it looked like a house buried in the jungle. He should see it now. Outside wants inside and about fourteen vacuum cleaners have bit the dust. Brooms, rakes, and garden shears-.big garden shears-keep the rooms, galleries and hallways open to human habitation. My kitchen is a green house. my bathroom, open air and the room next to my bedroom which started out to be an aviary is now home to a Banyan hung with Spanish Moss.
I love the African Tulip, flame of the forest, fountain tree delight that many on Kaua'i consider a pest. It does proliferate and very soon a dense grove of these lovely creatures blind the eye if you're driving through one. The road to Lihue, this year, is thick with them. When my land is strewn with these gloriously bright orange blossoms I'm smitten. Captivated, raptured, enchanted, bewitched and seduced. Walking through them, watching them lift and fall in glorious color as I pass. As a breeze passes. As a bird passes. Or a horse or a dog or a rooster gallops, galumphs, or bird-walks trough their magical wind strewn carpet.
Here, on my small slice of paradise on paradise island I am very rich in leaves and blossoms falling from the sky, or at least from the trees that touch the sky. They cover the ground like Mougli's security blanket and come into the house like welcome guests.