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Flowers and Books

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The geranium that I overwinter every year had me thinking it wouldn’t bloom this summer, but it fooled me again. It’s a small plant, certainly not lush in its growth, but we have a deal now. I take her inside every November and she lives on the floor in the living room. And then I take her outside in the spring.

I mowed the back forty yesterday. Today it’s raining. It started raining overnight. We need it. I am shocked by how low the rivers are. I think we’re due for more rain and storms tomorrow, as well.

And I don’t have to water the gardens! Maybe a few of the porch plants, but that’s it.

I hope you’re not tiring of coneflower photos, because I love taking photos of them. Each one is different. I never tire of capturing their beauty.

This hydrangea – one of the Endless Summer hydrangeas – is blooming. It’s in the Memorial Garden. I got it several years ago through a blog opportunity and I love it, but it remains petite. I don’t know why. My other hydrangeas – the Annabelle and Limelight – are tall and cover quite an expanse of real estate. This one? Nope. I don’t think I have the original tag and I’m now wondering if it’s supposed to be this small. It sure is pretty.

The liatris is just starting to flower.

These books are new to the cottage. I ordered The Pottery Gardener  and Jacob’s Room is Full of Books  from Book Depository in England. And I found Tovah Martin’s latest book, The Garden in Every Sense and Season, at our local bookstore the other day when Don was taking pictures right outside the front door.

The Pottery Gardener is Arthur Parkinson. He created a garden at Emma Bridgewater’s factory and it has become quite famous. I follow him on Instagram. I think – as best I can tell from his latest IG posts – that he has just left that position. He’s young and loves chickens and ducks and flowers.

Jacob’s Room is Full of Books  is by Susan Hill. It’s about reading and favorite books and I love books about books.

Tovah Martin lives in Connecticut. She’s a longtime writer about gardens and flowers and houseplants and I love anything she writes.

I’m also rereading A Gentleman in Moscow  by Amor Towles. I’ve been thinking of it a lot lately. In fact, just the other day it came up in a conversation with Don and I went on and on about its virtues, its beauty, and how much I loved it. So I’m reading it again for the sheer pleasure of it.

The plant in the photo was in Don’s apartment in the city. Now it lives on the coffee table in the den.

Happy Sunday.

Saturday Morning

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We sat out in the Secret Garden this morning, drinking our second cup of coffee. It’s the perfect place to talk; intimate, relatively quiet, birds singing, chipmunks running by. I’m treasuring these sunny mornings – it’s going to rain tomorrow and Monday and off and on throughout next week.

That means I’ll be doing some mowing and other garden chores today. I’m fine with that, in fact, I’m in the mood for that.

Thanks for all your support as Don and I play with our cameras and Don learns an entirely new skill. It’s good to have something to get excited about. That doesn’t mean, however, that we’re not mourning the loss of Margaritaville. We are. We just try to keep the sadness at bay. Yesterday, we took a little nap together on the sofa and when I woke up, I felt such sadness that I wouldn’t be getting a call from Don as he made his way to the theater for the evening. That he wouldn’t be hanging around with his Margaritaville family. That audience members who planned to see it in the fall are being deprived of seeing it with the original cast – a more joyous group of people you will never meet. That particular cast will never perform together again. And that makes me unbelievably sad. Imagine how it makes Don feel. Sigh.

So we mourn, then we distract ourselves. It’s all part of the process.

This bee is exploring the mullein that grows in the back forty. This is the mullein that is over 6 feet tall. It is no longer standing up straight, but is curving downward because of the torrential rain we got last week. I’ve tried to help all of the mullein stalks stand upright, but it isn’t working.

It’s a pretty time in the gardens. But I still have to weed. And I’m approaching that time – it happens every summer – when I no longer want to expend the energy to weed. I’m not there yet, but it’s coming. Prediction: August.

We’re off to have a little breakfast in town and then Don is going off to do his thing and I’m coming back here to do mine.

Happy Saturday.

Movies, Spider Webs & Mowing

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We watched a great old movie last night, All the King’s Men; the original 1949 version with Broderick Crawford, based on the novel by Robert Penn Warren. For some reason, we’d never seen it before. Filmed in black and white and gritty – almost film noir – it’s a powerful statement about politics and corruption. In fact, I kept looking at Don throughout the movie as things were happening that were all too similar to what we are seeing in Washington. The narrator says something towards the end about Willie Stark, the corrupt politician. I’m paraphrasing: Willie knew that you could say anything over and over again and people would believe it.

Sound familiar?

If you watch it, watch this version. There’s a recent remake with Sean Penn, but it can’t hold a candle to the original. Crawford is great. He won the Oscar for his performance. It’s currently available on TCM On Demand.

I saw this when I opened the front door yesterday morning. It’s all in the light, isn’t it? Later that day, I couldn’t see it at all.

Amazingly detailed work.

This coleus is starting to grow spikes with little purple flowers.

I have become a coleus fan. There are so many variations and they’re all beautiful.

Nothing beats Mother Nature for sheer beauty.

We’re going to do some photo shooting on location today. That sounds awfully official, but it just means that we’re going into the next town to take some pictures. And then I’m going to start in on mowing. Yesterday I caught up with weed whacking. Mowing and weed whacking have been on hold because of the heat and humidity and rain. It’s beginning to look a little tidier around here.

It’s a gorgeous day today.

Happy Thursday.

 

 

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