The weather is frightfully nice and I keep waiting for the shoe to drop. I noticed people walking around this morning and I was kind of surprised to see that they seemed so overdressed. I ended up, around 6:30 AM, walking out in jeans, a t-shirt, and a Pendleton wool shirt as my jacket. I was almost too warm!
The sky and the clouds were like a painting, they were so beautiful.
Before I actually hooked up Stewie to his leash, I grabbed the pruners (I keep them by the front door for this type of emergency) and quickly updated the height on a small bush next to the door. I realized that in my quest for symmetry, that I had been remiss, because its partner on the other side of the bow window was lower. I want to keep them at a height that allows for the total opening of the large windows and well, that was not going to happen with ease. Why, at 6:30 AM or so I would be pruning is beyond me. But then, I was enjoying my wine last night at the patio table as we read our books and in between I was doing crazy things like washing the playhouse floor because the kids were coming over today. What is a crazy Papi to do?
Yesterday, I discovered the wonderful smell of the magnolia blossom, something I had heretofore never noticed. I realized why as I grabbed a flower and sniffed, it is not something that stands out, per se, it is extremely pleasant, but not a scent that is powerful enough to be noticed easily, in my estimate. I am guessing that in the south, that this is not the case, perhaps the northern atmosphere is not the most welcoming to this beautiful tree.
The scent of the magnolia made me think of the scent I look forward to all year round that I discovered less than twenty years ago, that of the linden tree. It is truly my favorite. The current state of the linden tree is that it is not even greened up yet.
The big surprise of the day made me think today is somewhat special as I spied a six inch in diameter planting of ‘Forget me not,’ something I do not see all that often and something I do not seem to be able to keep in my garden. My mom’s garden had it in abundance, but it just doesn’t keep in my yard. There are two varieties, neither of which will stay with me. I wonder what that means.
Seeing all of the beautiful plantings of daffodil varieties makes me think that I absolutely need to find some fall time to plant more. Some of my previous plantings failed, I really do not know why since that is generally a very safe thing to do. I still have some representatives of my grandmother’s garden that came to me via my mother’s garden. We also still have a few tulips that I took from a huge planting I had done at our previous Deerfield home.
The weather is delightful, get out there and check it out if you have not already done so.