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Wet

Happy Monday to you, dear reader. It’s been wild and wooly in these parts, wet with buckets of rain and enough crazy wind to topple trees, down power lines, and make a body grateful for sturdy houses and hot tea. I dashed out a few minutes ago during a dry spell, a short lived mile-wide swath of azure beckoning me to join the chorus of birds, gusts, and drips. What a glorious day…

Out playing in the shadows, watching, listening, dreaming, loving life.

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Shadowplay is also a terrific song.

Good morning sunshine!

The garden is alive with chirping, buzzing, zooming life. Oh, and flowers! That top one is asclepias, just planted yesterday.

And sweet Paris, she likes to sun on the path.

I am going to meet a new baby today and kayak for the very first time.

Life is good!

XOXO

For my Grandparents, Mom, Martha, and Hef, who ask what flowers are blooming.

Two sunflowers in the south yard, with more than twenty on the way, all of them volunteers from last year, which makes me happy beyond words.  The little white spot on the red one is a spider, zooming past my lens.

California Poppy – with bee running circles around the pollen. I’ve got a tiny circus in my yard.

Fuschia blossoms, freshly fallen

Mallow

Verbascum

Sedum

I planted one pansy in the raised bed last summer or maybe the year before. Now I have scores of volunteers, thanks to the little bronze jewel of a seed. Happiness spreads.

“My Love” Dahlia

Day Lily

Spiderwort

Carnation – sweet and spicy. I should make a boutonniere, so I can smell them all day.

Sea Thrift – about the size of the tip of the hubster’s thumb.

Foxglove

Hidcote Lavender

Jasmine – our back porch is heady with the scent!

Me at three, rosebuds blooming on my dress.

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The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

Ken Kesey

Happy Birthday, Mom!

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