Perfect summery day

Today’s been a leisurely paced and entirely enjoyable day of futzing about the yard. I discovered six burgeoning blossoms on a much transplanted peony, next to a bed of far more prolific Siberian Iris. I adore peonies. And Siberian Iris.

I’ve sworn off hanging baskets for my porch as they just don’t thrive in that location (one must water…) but I’ve been successful in the shade of the grape arbor with fuchsias and petunias, which promptly wither when moved to the porch. I planted all my hanging pots with a variety of flower seeds just last week and germination is in progress. Mystery is all because I don’t use markers in my self-entertainment quest of identifying plants as they leaf. Yes, I am admittedly dull. I aced botany though. University of Hawaii – home of astonishing plant life. So there.

I managed to make time for a nap during the late afternoon. Is there any better kind of nap than a summer day snooze, (even though it’s technically spring,) when the afternoon heat lulls even the most ardent gardener to abandon their noisy tools. The air is hot and still. You’re lying on freshly line-dried sheets and are rewarded with that fabulous smell at your every toss or turn. And you’ve got this intriguing new novel at your fingertips.


Gees, that sounds vaguely sensual. Hmmm.

Perfect day.

And tomorrow an entirely new experience: Falstaff opera.

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