“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.”
Today is errand day. The first stop will be the dump. The trash is already by the car waiting to be loaded. My favorite stop will be for flowers to replace the two dead ones in the deck pots. I’ll go to the farm store so I can also buy some fresh vegetables.
The day is already hot at 87˚. The low will be tonight in the mid-70’s. How anyone can call that a low mystifies me.
Every time I go out, even to the deck, I gasp at the heat. Last night around 1 AM I went out with Henry. The humidity was so thick it seemed to suck the breath right out of my lungs. I immediately turned around and went back inside the cool house. Henry wasn’t far behind me.
I haven’t spoken to anybody in a few days. I entertain myself with books and games. I watch the news until I can’t take it anymore then I switch to movies and old black and white TV programs.
The Cape Cod Central Railroad was a fun way to spend the day. The train passed marshes, and, in the fall, you could see cranberry bogs being harvested. The train used to pass behind the Barnstable House of Correction. Inmates would moon the train from their windows, but the Barnstable County Correctional Facility has been moved so no more mooning. My favorite train ride was for Sunday brunch.
My front garden is filled with newly bloomed flowers. When I go out, I stand by the car a while just to look at them. Flowers represent hope to me. Some bloom with so little care. I’ve seen flowers growing from the cracks of sidewalks. Wild flower gardens used to be planted along the side of the highway. They became a deterrent to speeding. I, often lead-footed, always went slower so I could see the color and beauty of those flowers.
In the winter I buy cut flowers with bright colors. They help combat the starkness of the season when everything is sleeping. I am partial to yellows and pinks.
Flowers remind us of a sort of immortality. That’s what I remember every spring when my garden comes to life.
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August 3, 2020 at 5:47 pm
Hi Kat,
Flowers are my go to for uplift especially in winter. It’s nice that my grocery store has a decent collection of happy yellow flowers in winter. Gets me every time. 🙂 They also have tiny orchids that I sometimes buy. They bloom and rebloom beautifully as long as I keep them in the bathroom where no one can see them unless they have to go there.
I don’t have a green thumb so mother nature is allowed to plant whatever she wants in the back half of my property. It’s been interesting to watch what wildflowers from other parts of the area manage to make their way to my yard. Some kinds have taken an unconscionably long time to get here from not very far away.
It’s really hot today. My jeep had to go into the shop for repairs on the exhaust system so I was at home all day. I thought I would have to walk to the garage to pick it up but this time they offered to send a car to get me. Yay. That walk is along a busy street with no shade and lots of trucking companies and car repair shops. Not visually or olfactorily pleasing.
Enjoy the evening and stay cool.
August 3, 2020 at 7:02 pm
Hi Caryn,
My happy time is when Ring’s small florist section is filled with dafs. I always grab a few bunches. They are announcing spring is coming. Sometimes I buy Africa violets if they are in bloom.
I have a so so green thumb. My garden grows without me. My house plants usually just need water. Mother Nature is being kind to me. I used to see sunflowers all over borne by the birds who are my feeders.
It was ugly here today too. I hated getting out of the car. I ended up doing only two errands, blood test and dump. They were the two most important. Tomorrow I’ll hit the garden center, the earlier the better. I’m glad they sent a car. You don’t need to be walking in all that heat. Be careful!
Have a great evening. Crank the fans!
I noticed half of my lawn is dying. I think it needs to be reseeded in the fall.