On a recent trip to Pincher Creek, Alberta, it was absolutely imperative that we stop at the historical Lebel Mansion and view the rose garden created and maintained by the Oldman Rose Society. It was a good thing there weren’t any other visitors, as I couldn’t stop making appreciative “ooh” and “ahh” noises. Also, I may have drooled a little.
A few highlights:
‘Morden Snow Beauty’
And here is the beautiful mansion, built in 1910 by a local merchant named Timothee Lebel. He lived there until 1924, when he donated the building to a religious order and it became a hospital. It now houses an art gallery and several studios for artists.
This is my first year growing ‘Baby Face’ sunflowers – they are amazing! They top out at just under two feet (about 60 cm) and have a ton of long-lasting blooms. I can’t help but smile every time I see them.
Procrastination is totally a good thing. You always have something to do tomorrow, plus you have nothing to do today.
~Some random Internet meme I found while procrastinating on social media.
Shhh….don’t tell anyone…I’m supposed to be working on an article due in a couple of days.
But I’m thinking about Garden Horror instead. (See yesterday’s post if you are blinking at the screen and thinking I’ve finally totally lost it).
So, ahem, I thought of a few titles for as-yet-unwritten Garden Horror novels (which also ties into yesterday’s post – please do go check it out if you haven’t already). Of course, these may sound eerily (see what I did there?) familiar to some of you:
The Slug Also Rises
Close Encounters of the Larval Kind
The Drawing of the Tree
The Turn of the Yew
The Tell-Tale Bark
The Call of Kudzu
Okay, I must be getting back to work…the ball’s in your court. What Garden Horror titles can you add to my list? Make me laugh – the article I’m at this very moment feverishly churning out at a breathtaking rate of speed is about plant propagation, and we all know how very unfunny that topic is.
A couple of weeks ago an editor e-mailed me a response to a piece I had submitted, of which the gist was: I like what you’re doing here, but your title doesn’t quite fit the situation you describe in your work. Either change the situation or change the title – it’s up to you. Of course, I took the easier (but possibly more stressful) route and spent a day and a half agonizing over potential new titles, one of which was ultimately affixed to the published work.
Coming up with suitable titles is probably one of the most difficult parts of writing for me. If I’m writing an article – about composting, perhaps, or dividing perennials or buying garden tools – I tend to simply give a really brief statement about where I’m headed with the content. So far, I haven’t had to apply the heavy-handed sass that might yield that special click bait edge. “10 Deadly Secrets Your Lawnmower is Harbouring” isn’t really the sort of thing I write. Yet. These are lean times.
I usually fare better when it comes to fiction, because the story tells me what it wants to be called (yeah, that doesn’t sound quite right now that I read that back but we’ll go with it). Because I often write humour, my titles have contained puns (“Johnny Cache Steps Out”), snippets of clichéd sayings (“…If You Were the Last Man on Earth”), or slang (“Sheeple”). Still, the titles are usually coughed up at the end, when I’ve gotten the text down. The only time it can get a bit shaky is when you have to scramble to meet a deadline and your story is ambiguous with its choice. You don’t want your title to come across reading like a label hastily slapped on a shipping container (well, I guess it depends on the story).
Blog posts are even worse. Take today’s title, for example. It’s short and to the point, and definitely conveys what the writer wants it to, but it’s lacking a certain grittiness that would just nudge it over the top. I’d chew on it a little bit more, but I’m suddenly inspired to write some horror flash fic about lawnmowers…. (Garden horror – that could seriously be a sub-genre, am I right?).
Another hidden gem in Kananaskis…although the drive to get here and back took us about three hours from where we live in Calgary, this short hike (just under 4 kilometres round-trip) culminates in a special treat.