It was Thursday evening, and I was sitting at my computer. I’d been there for about an hour and desperately needed to get up and stretch. The relay that controls the water pump clicked again. Sylvia would be watering the garden.
The camera lay beside the computer keyboard. I picked it up and stepped out of the basement into the walk-out area. The evening sun was to my right. I looked, liked what I saw and took a photo.
Sylvia was in the garden. We talked for a bit examined the plants–especially the new asparagus bed. It is coming along nicely in most cases, but some of the roots (what we planted) have not sent up shoots yet. It’s nice to see the marigolds and salvia adding their brilliant color. Red peppers are in blossom as are the golden zucchini. Now if the garden will keep its promises. 😉
This Weekend
The other day, Sylvia showed me the card that we are sending to her father. It’s a nice Father’s Day card with a nice sentiment printed inside. She asked me if there was anything I’d like to add. I thought for a few moments and then said,
Some folks like roses,
And others like pinks.
Flowers are fragrant,
My poetry stinks.
Sylvia opined that she’d pass on adding those lines to the [otherwise] lovely card. I agree. Wise choice. 😀
My thoughts were in bloomers, too, but a different kind of bloomers. I recently visited the girlhood home of Elizabeth Smith, the lady who invented bloomers. She was from Peterboro, daughter of famous abolitionist Gerrit Smith. We visited their old estate for the Civil War Weekend event. It was good! If you want to see our photos, I posted them at NewYorkTraveler.net.
I got my garden planted very late, so all we have are tiny, unrecognizable green things. Already the deer have tramped a few! Grrrr